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ralfy the plug - victorious lyrics

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[intro: ralfy the plug]
(ron+ron, load it up, ron+ron, load it up)
hm
free the ruler (ron+ron, do that sh+t)
hm

[chorus: ralfy the plug]
pull up to the club lookin’ victorious (skrrt+skrrt)
back to back in them good foreigns (skrrt)
a n+gga play with me, leave him disoriented
i think he mad ’cause his clique poor as sh+t
pull up to the club lookin’ victorious (skrrt+skrrt)
back to back in them good foreigns (skrrt)
a n+gga play with me, leave him disoriented
i think he mad ’cause his clique poor as sh+t

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
pull up to the club lookin’ victorious
hm, hammer on me, i look like thor in this b+tch
diamonds hit the light, doin’ more than glistenin’
sketchers on, b+tch, don’t get sh+t twisted
it’s still givenchy for all of my denim
the workin’ with the pigs, so i can’t be friends with them
stinc tеam the sh+t, b+tch, it’s always the win with them
tеll your b+tch to pay her fee in all benjamins, the plug
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
pull up to the club lookin’ victorious (skrrt+skrrt)
back to back in them good foreigns (skrrt)
a n+gga play with me, leave him disoriented
i think he mad ’cause his clique poor as sh+t
pull up to the club lookin’ victorious (skrrt+skrrt)
back to back in them good foreigns (skrrt)
a n+gga play with me, leave him disoriented
i think he mad ’cause his clique poor as sh+t

[verse 2: ketchy the great]
walk him down ’til his body drop
whack a n+gga, forget about him, smokin’ pop rocks
you undercover, cuffin’ a thot, you n+ggas coppers
talkin’ ’bout a bag, you broken b+tches need to stop
gang tats, investigation
the cops watchin’ ’cause we havin’ the iced+out watches
we got percs and oxycontin
the chop givin’ closed coffins, slam a n+gga, steve austin
iced on, cold stunt a n+gga when the glock hit, b+tch

[chorus: ralfy the plug]
pull up to the club lookin’ victorious
back to back in them good foreigns
a n+gga play with me, leave him disoriented
i think he mad ’cause his clique poor as sh+t (bums)
pull up to the club lookin’ victorious (skrrt+skrrt)
back to back in them good foreigns (skrrt)
a n+gga play with me, leave him disoriented
i think he mad ’cause his clique poor as sh+t



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