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ralfy the plug – stevie wonder lyrics

[intro]
(better check your resource)
gang and them, no lames with them
(jim james, that’s my dj)
we know the truth

[chorus]
we know the truth, it’s inevitable, i’m a stat sheet stuffer
i need a freak b+tch that’s finna feed me supper
if 12 get up on me, i’m stevie wonder
hammer on me like i’m thor, b+tch, i keep me thunder
we know the truth, it’s inevitable, i’m a stat sheet stuffer
i need a freak b+tch that’s finna feed me supper
if 12 get up on me, i’m stevie wonder
hammеr on me like i’m thor, b+tch, i keep me thundеr

[verse 1]
three hundred plus just in jewels, won’t see me under
hammer on me, don’t be a fool, b+tch, i keep me thunder
it was good head and bread before she feed me supper
most of you n+ggas rap cap but the stincs be thumber
i came with good long pipe in case she need plumbin’
i got two letters on me, we better not bump heads
shooter a wig splitter, he’ll f+ck up your dreads
a hundred on me with two watches, enough said
he be blowin’ up b+tches, i be leavin’ ’em on read
n+ggas be tryna do everything with no bread
the truth is undisputed, we know who got the money
i’ll buy your broke ass some food if you hungry
[chorus]
we know the truth, it’s inevitable, i’m a stat sheet stuffer
i need a freak b+tch that’s finna feed me supper
if 12 get up on me, i’m stevie wonder
hammer on me like i’m thor, b+tch, i keep me thunder
we know the truth, it’s inevitable, i’m a stat sheet stuffer
i need a freak b+tch that’s finna feed me supper
if 12 get up on me, i’m stevie wonder
hammer on me like i’m thor, b+tch, i keep me thunder

[verse 2]
when it come to gettin’ money, i’m a stat sheet stuffer
i hope that ain’t your real girl, she’s a backseat sucker
this a sp+ceship, so we in the backseat comfortable
kick her out like, “b+tch, i gotta go, don’t get comfortable”
rollie on, this a yachtmaster, not the other one
n+ggas be hangin’ with snitches knowin’ he told on somethin’
he think he deebo, hit him with a brick, hold my gun
ain’t no n+gga or b+tch finna make me hold my tongue
when you see them n+ggas masked with them sticks, don’t run
off the perc, in another b+tch goin’ dumb
lemon squeeze on my hip, it’ll turn him to a vegetable
hand the loaf to pastor ralfy, know what’s for you, the plug

- ralfy the plug lyrics

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