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ralfy the plug & itsmanman - call on us lyrics

[intro]
(yeah, b+tch)

[chorus: ralfy the plug]
i’m the reason why your main b+tch knees scarred up
we still back to back foreigns, you givin’ your leased car up
me and drakeo the reason the stinc team all up
you wanna sell out shows and get dough? you can call on us
i’m the reason why your main b+tch knees scarred up
we still back to back foreigns, you givin’ your leased car up
me and drakeo the reason the stinc team all up
you wanna sell out shows and get dough? you can call on us

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
hold on, b+tch, that ain’t enough, i told her “keep walkin'”
she like, “you ain’t heard of the plug?” b+tch, he awesome
she like, “you can have all of my money, just keep talkin'”
hit my line like ralph bigelow with the mink costume
f+ck them hatin’ broke n+ggas, b+tch, the stincs ballin’
neck and wrist goin’ dumb, they got autism
i put long d+ck in her mouth, she was too talkative
sent some food to these bum n+ggas’ section ’cause they starvin’ in here
b+tch, i said i’m a goat, what, you hard of hearin’?
all the b+tches say i’m dope from my appearance
f+ck the opps, i hope the soap for tryna fit in
every time chef ralfy cookin’ up dope inside the kitchen
sellin’ kool+aid and gummy worms like coke inside detention
cleopatra at eleven years old if i forgot to mention
my indictment all on google if you really interested in it
i done kicked down doors and found loafs and expensive denims
it cost to be a stinc, if you ain’t know, this expensive livin’
let the ho choose up, free the b+tch, keep it pimpin’
he the type of n+gga beat the b+tch for likin’ my picture
n+gga say he a pimp, but he caught the b+tches’ sister
[verse 2: itsmanman]
i’m the reason you don’t got no jergins, your b+tch used it on me
best free the n+gga with this chop, i threw some b00bies on it
thinkin’ with his d+ck, so pippy long gon’ put the coochie on him
everytime i elevate, i got a new opponent
edd ain’t workin’ for you n+ggas, what you gon’ do now?
just k!lled jimmy for bein’ smart, long live neutron
gloves on the fn, this b+tch gon’ hit him with a boo+bop
reach for the salad, you gettin’ crunched like a crouton
no handouts, these n+ggas mad they want a shortcut
barbecue’d his ribs, this smith and wesson got him torched up
let the b+tch go, she wanna ho, just let the wh0re f+ck
she gave me stupid+dumb head, she rode the short bus
plug be the reason she be showin’ br++sts when she hear, “slime me up”
i’m the reason n+ggas think they next ’cause i keep climbin’ up
brodie like r kelly with his guns, he tottin’ nines and up
he was juiced up, we had to beat his ass, that’s a hawaiian punch

- ralfy the plug itsmanman lyrics

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