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ralfy the plug - beat box (freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
(d+mn, e, this sh+t exclusive)
on gang and them—
this a fully loaded bustdown, h+ll nah, this ain’t the tick+tock
[?] around the plug ’cause he’s a b+tch knocker
if he can stop his b+tch from givin’ me money, would have been stopped her
drum on the cannon, i’ma leave him dancin’, he’s a tik toker
how you let the b+tch call you out your name? i would have been socked her
i’ll hang a n+gga, i’ll do him ruthless, i’m with the lynch mobbers
i ain’t gon’ lie, the only thing your b+tch good for, she’s a d+ck gobbler
i know i be gettin’ on you broke n+ggas’ nerves ’cause i be sh+t talkin’
if i see an opp, i’ll put a beam on, i’ma split noggins
i’m runnin’ up my bands, you the type of n+gga with b+tch problems
perky d+ck, grab my dough, then out the door i had to pit stop her
kroll and served with a little hot water, i had to rerock ’em
he was off a whole lot of fentanyl, i left him detoxin’
the b+tch ain’t break her legs, i’m responsible for her knee problems
ghetto jewels dancin’ on my neck, they was diddy boppin’
fresh up out the pen’, we the reason why the city poppin’
hit him with the chop, had him huffin’ and puffin’, left him beat boxin’
high as h+ll in neimans off a four, i was sleepwalkin’
n+ggas been on the ‘gram braggin’ ’bout two bands, he’s a cheap talker
i know you see me flexin’ on the ‘gram, b+tch, keep stalkin’
everybody know the stincs ballin’, my whole team was spalding
three hundred deep with spartans, [?] your bum ass drinkin’ cheap bacardi
n+gga off that crystal, think he tough, he really think he gnarly
play with me, put thirty+four on his back like he charles barkley
opps broke, they don’t even own no guns, they still close some target
for wock’, you gon’ pay two fifty a line, it ain’t nothin’ for bargainin’
how you gon’ slide on me? ride the bus, n+gga, you carless
the nerve when she asked me for some money, b+tch, i beg your pardon?
i gave her a dub and sent her on an uber, i guess i ain’t so heartless
i hit her with the kanye shrug, she like, “why you gotta be so heartless?”
i walked up in the store like, “can i get some ‘woods? and, b+tch, don’t ‘cord me”
[outro]
nah, for real, no, b+tch
don’t ‘cord me

- ralfy the plug lyrics

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