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ralfy the plug - apply to us lyrics

[intro]
(yeah, bxnji)

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
tear it off, b+tch, i like money, it ain’t rocket science
stincs run la, that’s a fact with no alliance
i hate broke n+ggas and broke b+tches, i guess i’m biased
b+tch, this some g.o.a.t. d+ck, she said, “i wanna try it”
i’m a tiger in the jungle, you a bobcat, stop the lyin’
n+ggas on the ‘net doin’ all that who [?], they homies dyin’
man, stop playin’ with the plug, man, you know my [?]
my street tool was a chop, n+gga, not no pliers
you big cap on the ‘net, in the streets, he not gon’ try it
there’s some sh+lls in the clip that’ll knock down goliath
this baby loaf i got’ll get a n+gga touched with the midas
a lot of these n+ggas gassed up, but we can tell they lyin’
gang and them cold with the fin, he’ll touch up your lineup
don’t come pump fakin’ with the plug doin’ that fake sizin’ up
[?] say la n+ggas broke, that sh+t don’t apply to us
every time they see the plug on my biased stuff
yeah, i know i got the loaf, b+tch, but i’m still not buyin’ you stuff
good perky meat be f+ckin’ these b+tches’ mind up
i be lookin’ over these small fries like a giant
i can go anywhere in the city with my gun
(yeah, b+tch)
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
a lot of n+ggas don’t like me, wanna be like me
double down f&ns, i keep siamese twins
you can’t walk in my shoes, you can’t fit these size tens
the only thing [?] is my wrist
a lot of n+ggas don’t like me, wanna be like me
double down f&ns, i keep siamese twins
you can’t walk in my shoes, you can’t fit these size tens
the only thing [?] is my wrist

[verse 2: zoe osama]
i ain’t tryna be your friend, f+ck your sympathy
[?] seen a new [?], ho, it’s in me
[?] knocked down, watch your friends, he turn to enemies
ain’t no cappin’ in my music, ho, this really me
i ain’t gotta lie, i made a bag and put a check up
b+tch, i dropped up out of school, hold them testers
headshot, chest shot, applyin’ pressure
ho, we thuggin’, ain’t got time for no lectures
yeah, we just ate, but on the gang, we want extras
thuggin’ with the [?], whoever trippin’, we gon’ press him, ayy
pay attention ’cause the chopper teachin’ lessons (n+gga)
have a n+gga runnin’, bullets flyin’ in his direction (ayy)
when you make it out the hood, that’s a blessin’ (that’s a blessin’)
another rapper lost his chain, stop flexin’, ayy
you can fight if you want, ho, i’m aggressive
i like the chopper, but the .40 fit me better, ayy
n+ggas think they better (ayy), yeah, whatever (uh+huh)
don’t you ever change on your n+ggas, i mean never
[?] see the gang on the gang, that’s forever
thuggin’ with the stincs, if you know you do better
b+tch
mr. underrated, ho, that been me
man, this sh+t not only on me, b+tch, it’s in me
.40s and .9s, hollow tips and semis
b+tch, i’ma keep shootin’ ’til it’s empty
twenty+four hours, shop open like denny’s
n+ggas still backdoor for some pennies
keep a nine hundred, give a f+ck about who feel me, ayy
and you ain’t even gotta ask, they comin’ with me, n+gga
[outro]
(tha new cartel music)

- ralfy the plug lyrics

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