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ralfy the plug & itsmanman - crash the whip lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, turk, turn this up)

[chorus: ralfy the plug]
crash the whip and get another one, long live the ruler
we carpoolin’ foreigns, your n+gga in an uber
he high off drugs, he really not a shooter
he ain’t really in the field, he doordash on scooter
crash the whip and get another one, long live the ruler
we carpoolin’ foreigns, your n+gga in an uber
he high off drugs, he really not a shooter
he ain’t really in the field, he doordash on scooter

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
he ain’t really gеttin’ money, he just a booster
if thе early bird gets the worm, then i’m a rooster
when you say you finna pull up, it’s most likely a scooter
if you see me with your b+tch, it’s most likely i’ma use her
the only thing got from me is uber share
give her back when i’m done with white sh+t on her hair
b+tch, i been through everything, life isn’t fair
long live the ruler, n+gga really beat life with the chair
i got some sh+t on me that’ll take life from a bear
if you muggin’, you’ll get popped, i ain’t finna stare
n+ggas be talkin’ a whole lot, but not when i’m near
heard a baby caught a head tap ’cause his pops wasn’t there
the plug
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
crash the whip and get another one, long live the ruler
we carpoolin’ foreigns, your n+gga in an uber
he high off drugs, he really not a shooter
he ain’t really in the field, he doordash on scooter
crash the whip and get another one, long live the ruler
we carpoolin’ foreigns, your n+gga in an uber
he high off drugs, he really not a shooter
he ain’t really in the field, he doordash on scooters

[verse 2: itsmanman]
please don’t think you runnin’ plays, it’s gon’ be bad, we might blitz you
he don’t ball, he doordash on bicycles
took her from me but i still’ll give her back, so stop trippin’
you don’t plan on shootin’ sh+t, so why the f+ck you buy pistols?
she comin’ home with me, see, some sh+t you gotta let go
i’m a dog, real pit, welcome to petco
gang out the foreigns when other n+ggas on the metro
she an eater, when she wanna quick meal, she eat my egg roll
head tap baby boy, he got to singin’ like he tyrese
you better off tryin’ some fent’ before you try me
don’t wrestle, send a hot one to your chest like he raheem
chopstick’ll leave his eyes closed like he chinese

- ralfy the plug itsmanman lyrics

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