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ralfy the plug – hit the lotto lyrics

[intro]
(smoov, what’s good, baby?)

[verse 1]
i’m really all gas, i know you see me on the trottle
neck and wrist broke, n+ggas think i hit the lotto
this a fully auto ’cause these bums want my gold
i’ll never let a broke b+tch near my dough
i’ll never let a dumb b+tch go through my phone
police+ass n+gga need to stay away from my homies
i ain’t nevеr, ever left thе house without my .40
dead presidents with me, i ain’t here by my lonely
i ain’t tryna hear nan n+gga talkin’ ’bout i owe him
better get your homies off my comments ‘fore i blow ’em
i can’t tell the time, lil’ n+gga, ’cause my watch glowin’
diamonds goin’ crazy, schizophrenic, they bipolar
[chorus]
i don’t wanna f+ck no rat, i want a model
no, you can’t hit my mud, b+tch, here’s a bottle
i know you see me shinin’, n+ggas think i hit the lotto
i’m really all gas, i know you see me on the trottle
i don’t wanna f+ck no rat, i want a model
no, you can’t hit my mud, b+tch, here’s a bottle
i know you see me shinin’, n+ggas think i hit the lotto
i’m really all gas, i know you see me on the trottle

[verse 2]
i’m always in the front, so these n+ggas wanna follow
d+ck in her throat so far i made her gargle
fly young n+gga, b+tches thinkin’ i’m a model
i’m slidin’ in a foreign and you slidin’ in a tahoe?
don’t get it f+cked up, my youngest n+ggas not broke
flash on any b+tch that wanna sit up on my pole
spent about a ten+piece at neimans on my clothes
i don’t want no broke ass b+tch up in my zone
he gon’ need more than some dough to get up what i’m on
i don’t wanna hear about no n+ggas that’s my clones
i don’t need no b+tch, can do bad by my lonely
i can’t last a week in the streets without my codeine

[chorus]
i don’t wanna f+ck no rat, i want a model
no, you can’t hit my mud, b+tch, here’s a bottle
i know you see me shinin’, n+ggas think i hit the lotto
i’m really all gas, i know you see me on the trottle
i don’t wanna f+ck no rat, i want a model
no, you can’t hit my mud, b+tch, here’s a bottle
i know you see me shinin’, n+ggas think i hit the lotto
i’m really all gas, i know you see me on the trottle
[verse 3]
n+gga hate the plug ’cause i really am a problem
reach for my gold, he gon’ end up in a coffin
f+ck a n+gga b+tch ’cause she think a n+gga awesome
to get your homie blood off your shirt, gon’ need some awesome
drakeo a millionaire, but the streets gon’ under boss him
n+ggas wanna rob us ’cause we always out here flossin’
blowin’ h+lla bands, we ain’t worryin’ ’bout what it’s costin’
nerds in my dm, ’cause his b+tch i’m always d+gg+n’
police+ass n+ggas in my business playin’ possum
get your ass stripped for your grams, you on that soft sh+t
you’ll get flipped, we ain’t really with all that talkin’
you need to free the b+tch, need to quit it with all that hoggin’

- ralfy the plug lyrics

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