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ralfy the plug - uncle corolla lyrics

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[intro]
(thank you fizzle)

[chorus]
i knew that n+gga was a cop from his combover
mom’s like, “god got you, why you bring that gun over?”
three+hundred in a pop, b+tch, no, you can’t have none of my soda
i’m in a foreign, and you still in your uncle corolla
i knew that n+gga was a cop from his combover
mom’s like, “god got you, why you bring that gun over?”
three+hundred in a pop, b+tch, no, you can’t have none of my soda
i’m in a foreign, and you still in your uncle corolla
[verse]
i’m on my third foreign, you still in your uncle corolla
three+hundred in a pop, b+tch, you know i spill mud in my soda
every time you see the plug, you know the gun on his holster
all my n+ggas gettin’ money, b+tch, ain’t none of them broke n+ggas
i f+cked a bad b+tch that got a loaf, i’m a gold digger
they f+ckin’ with the plug ’cause they know i’m for sure a winner
i’m gettin’ real money, and that n+gga’s a ass sniffer
we the winnin’ team, the streets know who bag bigger
extended shots on the glock ’cause i stay in the trenches
fake tough n+ggas tryna plot, but they hang with snitches
even ray charles can see these n+ggas a gang of b+tches
p+ssy n+ggas soft as f+ck, they a gang of kitties, the plug

[chorus]
i knew that n+gga was a cop from his combover
mom’s like, “god got you, why you bring that gun over?”
three+hundred in a pop, b+tch, no, you can’t have none of my soda
i’m in a foreign, and you still in your uncle corolla
i knew that n+gga was a cop from his combover
mom’s like, “god got you, why you bring that gun over?”
three+hundred in a pop, b+tch, no, you can’t have none of my soda
i’m in a foreign, and you still in your uncle corolla

[chorus]
i knew that n+gga was a cop from his combover
mom’s like, “god got you, why you bring that gun over?”
three+hundred in a pop, b+tch, no, you can’t have none of my soda
i’m in a foreign, and you still in your uncle corolla
i knew that n+gga was a cop from his combover
mom’s like, “god got you, why you bring that gun over?”
three+hundred in a pop, b+tch, no, you can’t have none of my soda
i’m in a foreign, and you still in your uncle corolla



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