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ralfy the plug – jada pinkett lyrics

[intro]
gang and them, no lames with them
long live sayin’ my name

[verse 1]
know a n+gga goin’ bald, he ain’t say my name
you can’t even talk money with me ’cause you ain’t got no change
the only dirt on your name is you like rapin’ people
unless you got a thousand blues strips, we can’t be equal
i ain’t worried ’bout no n+gga from san pedro
we was ramblin’, now in his city, he like nemo
you really thought signin’ a deal was a cheat code?
a durag, d+ckie and white forces not steelo
how you gon’ try to diss the n+ggas you mimickin’?
you a b+tch and you got h+lla pieces, you like jada pinkett
say thе plug name in the song, you big trippin’
i guess i gotta whoop onе of my kids with these extensions
not a stinc ’cause you was scared of the n+ggas we was dissin’
he wanna rap beef, so now chef ralfy in the kitchen
you can’t even go to your projects ’cause the eses took it
you dissed the plug and gave me some clout, so good lookin’
that 10k grill turnin’ brown and it’s crooked
he tried to bait me in with a diss, so i took it
i never lost the faith in the county, who told you that?
it’s five n+ggas from your hood, google said it’s inactive
you must be ’bout to drop again, tryna get some traction
finna invoice your label, for this diss, i need my back end
in miami right now, i’m finna blow some b+tches’ back end
it’s only been an hour and i already clapped back
turn his ass speed fitted, cap to a snapback
i see y’all n+ggas cliquin’ up and i’m laughin’ at you
finna do a n+gga shady and watch what the aftermath do
big sad, you a rat, and i kind of like your music
you really had mickey ds in the interrogation room?
n+ggas talkin’ ’bout i ran, they be soundin’ delusional
how you the king of la and none of your music blowin’?
how you a crip and let n+ggas diss that and do music with him?
back to ramblin’, you ain’t never been in a foreign coupe maneuverin’
i heard you be f+ckin’ on hoes that look like oompa loompas
ten chains and all of ’em mine, but you can use one
i heard you n+ggas in san pedro on used guns
for the cheese, we’ll put sh+lls to the beef like chalupas
i’m finna drop a bomb on you n+ggas, i’m finna nuke somethin’
like tity boi, just two chains like two somethin’
what’s the point of sayin’ my name if you ain’t gon’ do nothin’?
if you really from the streets, you ain’t gotta prove nothin’
what, your label signed you up to diss the plug to lose from it?
how you gon’ paint the city blue without no blue hundreds?
rock climbin’ to my level, gettin’ cooked like gordon ramsay
you my kids, should’ve aborted that diss, now he need a plan b
gon’ diss me, but your ‘fit in my video lookin’ tacky
[outro]
man, what’s wrong with these n+ggas, man?
what’s wrong with my kids, man?
you gon’ diss uncle ralfy, man?
you got problems, man
ain’t you goin’ bald, n+gga?
what’s wrong with these n+ggas, man?
i’ma have to send an invoice to your label, n+gga, for this promo, b+tch
haha, nah, for real, man
what’s wrong with these n+ggas, man?
gang and them, no lames with them, long live the ruler, man
keep the truth alive, b+tch

- ralfy the plug lyrics

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