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ralfy the plug - shooting stars lyrics

[intro]
(smoov, what’s good, baby?)

[verse]
i’m fly as an airplane, but gang and them like shooting stars
i ain’t gon’ lie, i miss goin’ back and forth with drakeo about who the hardest
you gon’ get down or you gon’ lay down, or find out who
you make neiman marcus, barnies type jingle, you make more [?]
the backup b+tch was suckin’ d+ck for tip for didn’t come from [?]
she got all the followers on the ‘gram in a bucket and i ran through her
she told her she can’t f+ck with you unless you got the bag for her
as soon as you hand it to her, came to the plug in that order
i put b+lls around the rim of your b+tch mouth and nut on the backboard
she act like a square with you, you see how she text when she [?]
livin’ in the matrix, but i can’t even rewind or fast forward sh+t
i wish i can see all of my n+ggas up on forbes list
i’m the pilot of the flyest airline, i’m a fuselage
b+tch only f+ckin’ with your lame ass ’cause you usin’ our persona
b+tch, in the presence of the plug, you should be honored
and when you hear that loud noise in the block, it’s not a lawnmower
man, here’s a street sweeper, here’s a mop, now go do some chores
don’t ask me how the plug feel unless you gon’ boost the score
i’ma get money with every hour in the day, now what you gon’ do with yours?
it’s twenty+four hours in the day, what you waitin’ for?
i like head and bread and he paid for s+xual intercourse
you ain’t doin’ this sh+t for gettin’ money, what you in it for?
it’s two on two, and if you ain’t buyin’ nothin’, don’t walk in the store
don’t be a window shopper, it’s my money, it’s not yours
i get the money out the b+tch but not applied by force
come on, b+tch, is you with it or not? it’s your choice
man, all the opps gon’ die, i dare you to stand on some corners
n+ggas always sayin’ they from the city they not in, they like foreigners
these rap n+ggas can’t even walk around, they act like tourists
n+ggas talk like they run cities that they can’t go to stores in
got real mob ties, i talk to myself at the round table
la actin’ like you got the eye of the tiger, gon’ end up like [?]
put a hole in one, i’ll put swiss cheese in his bagel
f+ck a snowstorm, made it rain on my son and told him bathe in
we out here, all them other n+ggas comin’, we way different
i’m from the stinc team, this ain’t the dealer, but i’m the same n+gga, the plug

- ralfy the plug lyrics

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