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ralfy the plug - waddup (freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
what up?
what your b+tch ass lookin’ at over there, n+gga? (fatman, you did this?)
b+tch+ass n+gga
you mad ’cause we buyin’ all these clothes, n+gga, and all these watches, n+gga, what up?
n+gga
with your broke ass, n+gga
bum+ass n+gga
smoke
we see your bum+ass lookin’, n+gga

[verse]
what your bum ass lookin’ at? hm, what up?
you loose off that goose, when we slidin’, you better duck
f&n bullets to f+ck a b+tch+ass n+gga day up
gang and them got pistols, n+ggas know not to say nothin’
treat you like your homeboy, on that air [?] shirt, we’ll spray somethin’
face f+cked, no h0m+, like your barber, you’ll get taped up
better not play dumb, gang and them be tweakin’ and these ain’t play guns
you trippin’, spendin’ all that money on jewlery, at least i ain’t make it up
i’m outside shoppin’ every day, n+gga, come say what’s up
b+tch, you lookin’ like you got a death wish like we don’t play with guns
i really rock the three yard, n+gga, and this ain’t for fun
they like, “ralfy, you just another rapper turned preacher like rev run
i’ll rebuke your broke ass in the name of jesus, what you say to the plug?
you know they made them sh+ts in the backyard and you takin’ them [?]?
what’s your broke ass lookin’ at? hm, what up?
i can tell you been on christmas, been f+ckin’ your head up
f&n, sigs and glocks with switches, we got the best guns
send a b+tch to pop quiz you, that was a test, she said, “you ain’t got no guns”
you better read my indictment, we stay with loaded guns
it’s like i’m lyin’, i was a da reject, n+gga, i don’t know nothin’
you see california laws, b+tch, i’m totin’ in public
you the type to did the crime and then told on your brother
fifteen blunts to the face on my own weed, i’m a stoner
that’s your b+tch, i only call her to get rid of my b+n+rs
i’m the g.o.a.t., b+tch, i’m all about my dough like i’m homer
stick my d+ck in your b+tch mouth with no hands, i still choked her
in the pen’, gamblin’ snacks, playin’ big poker
he said, “what up?” and then ran up on the plug, now it’s over
the plug
[outro]
(fatman, you did this?)

- ralfy the plug lyrics

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