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ralfy the plug – hater opinion lyrics

[intro]
(i get my work from the narco)

[verse]
i’m ten steps ahead of n+ggas
told the b+tch i’m tryna get my head then i’m dippin’
playin’ with me, your f&n bullets go in head+on collision
strictly business with you, b+tch, that’s a grown man decision
i asked her how this d+ck taste, the b+tch said, “delicious”
i asked her why she think i’m cheatin’ on her, she say, “i got my suspicions”
when n+ggas say i’m goin’ broke, that’s just a hater opinion
joggin’ to the money, he gon’ lose ’cause he ain’t got no gatorade in him
the ones always opinionating got too much hater+ade in ’em
i’m not enough for dinner, but thеm tricks, you can go playdate with ’em
i don’t know what you n+ggas doin’, but evеry day payday with me
b+tch, get the facts straight, i’m not an angel, i’m a demon
why you playin’ 2k? i’m in the field schemin’
before you think about hatin’ on the plug, how much money you receivin’?
b+tch, i thought i told you i’m a dog, never mind, i’m a cheetah
too busy havin’ meetings with bank tellers, you can’t reach us
i know why they hate the stincs ’cause gang and them pieced up
n+ggas don’t play with me in the streets ’cause i stay pieced up
if you got some money for coach ralfy, then speak up
you see my neck hurtin’ and all these big lean cups
she hit her knees for your highness ’cause i’ma be bigger than king tut
all i know is n+ggas better move or we gon’ be cookin’ beef up
doin’ the dash in my own lane, only thing that can stop me is a speed bump
on the race to the top, my only advice is to keep up
they can never be me, they too busy playin’ follow the leader
i done poured a six of wockhardt in a two liter
you know why they not like the stincs? ’cause my whole crew eatin’
the stincs gave regular a whole new meanin’
birthed so many kids in the rap game, every week, it’s a whole new fetus
i don’t want these n+ggas ’round me ’cause they way too envious
the chop came from halo, this sh+t’ll disintegrate you
she gave me money, i gave her d+ck, it was a two+way favor
i made fifty bands, i blew it, i was broke two days later
i got my bachelor at f+ckin’ sh+t over, who ain’t major?
beefin’ with the plug? better know you’re in danger
i hate racist bank tellers with that foolish behavior
better know the plug keep a loaf, who ain’t a baker?
with the money makin’ sweet love, anita baker
what’s on my hip? n+gga, this a big gun, i don’t need a [?]
when i take her money, i don’t run, i just say, “see you later”
he hard, but he can’t get on my song ’cause he’s a faker
from a mile away, i can still see a traitor
you broke, but we gon’ keep gettin’ racks in layers

- ralfy the plug lyrics

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