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ralfy the plug - fleaflicker lyrics

[intro]
(smoov, what’s good, baby?)
huh

[chorus]
i hit her, then i passed her, hit the b+tch with the flea fl!cker
chef ralfy put you on a platter, we’ll deep dish you
we do this sh+t for gang, long live the great, you know we miss you
sh+ttin’ on n+ggas, we gettin’ money, so we don’t need tissue
i hit her, then i passed her, hit the b+tch with the flea fl!cker
chef ralfy put you on a platter, we’ll deep dish you
we do this sh+t for gang, long live the great, you know we miss you
sh+ttin’ on n+ggas, we gettin’ money, so we don’t need tissue

[verse 1]
chеf ralfy cookin’ up beef on greasy sk!llets
n+gga wanted smokе, it was a cancer, .223s k!lled him
sn+tchin’ b+tches’ purse, yes indeed i’m an evil villain
them ain’t m30s, them smushed pressed penicillins
b+tches dress to impress ’cause the stinc team in the building
n+gga doin’ sh+t we been did, they my lil’ children
tryna beef with the team, better k!ll the stunts, this ain’t fear factor
n+gga can’t compete with the team, we top tier gassers
i know you see me, neck and wrist look like chandeliers
we got out the mud, jumped off the porch, it’s b+st+rd kids
she braggin’ to her friends, like, “them n+ggas don’t get money fast as him”
gang and them just a bunch of dope fiend scammer pimps
drug dealers, we flu flammin’, we make bags do flips
f&n’ll make the toughest n+gga do ballet sh+t
i hit the b+tch, then i hit her with the flea fl!cker
bust on a b+tch face, can’t believe he kissed her, the plug
[chorus]
i hit her, then i passed her, hit the b+tch with the flea fl!cker
chef ralfy put you on a platter, we’ll deep dish you
we do this sh+t for gang, long live the great, you know we miss you
sh+ttin’ on n+ggas, we gettin’ money, so we don’t need tissue
i hit her, then i passed her, hit the b+tch with the flea fl!cker
chef ralfy put you on a platter, we’ll deep dish you
we do this sh+t for gang, long live the great, you know we miss you
sh+ttin’ on n+ggas, we gettin’ money, so we don’t need tissue

[verse 2]
sh+ttin’ on n+ggas, got diarrhea, so i’ma need some tissue
f&n sh+lls jumpin’ out the clip if i feel it’s an issue
she like, “i got some money for you, ralfy”, you know i miss you
punk b+tch, you guessed if you thought i was gon’ kiss you
they like, “we know you hate n+ggas but did you have to lynch dude?”
i’m a coach, i play the ref’ to make sh+t official
get fouled out, we tote tecs, your family’ll miss you
i hung my cleats up, we gettin’ tons of legal dough
i know you don’t want me to go back to bleedin’ stincs no more
i know one thing, a punk b+tch better not think i need her, though
they like, “ralfy, you the truth, you got a greasy flow”
neck froze, so every time i step out i think i need a coat
i’m in the barnyard with all g.o.a.t’s with pieces on
i stay away from p+wns, i don’t need no n+ggas leechin’ on me
we big meech and you see the stinc team feastin’, homie
ten before ten, back at it again, it was an easy loaf
[chorus]
i hit her, then i passed her, hit the b+tch with the flea fl!cker
chef ralfy put you on a platter, we’ll deep dish you
we do this sh+t for gang, long live the great, you know we miss you
sh+ttin’ on n+ggas, we gettin’ money, so we don’t need tissue
i hit her, then i passed her, hit the b+tch with the flea fl!cker
chef ralfy put you on a platter, we’ll deep dish you
we do this sh+t for gang, long live the great, you know we miss you
sh+ttin’ on n+ggas, we gettin’ money, so we don’t need tissue

- ralfy the plug lyrics

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