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q da fool - the plug lyrics
[intro]
zaytoven
uh, yeah
rich vibes, clear diamonds
clean drink, bad b-tches
[chorus]
jewish plug named weinstein
i ain’t trippin’ cause i got the bags landin’
q da fool show you how to trap it out, hands free
why these police keep tryna jam me?
you know i’m smokin’ on that plant, no canopy
and i got a white b-tch named penelope
the plug say the work pure, b-tch, it better be
all the sh-t that i done sold, my ticket h-lla cheap
the streets ain’t the best of me
[verse]
you gotta pay a bag just to mess with me
the mac, and the k, and the tec with me
they said that lil b-tch was wet, but sheesh
too much gas, a young n-gga can’t breathe
got too much sh-t a young n-gga don’t need
pulled up smokin’ out with my og
shout out to zay cause he playin’ with the keys
hop out the wraith, they can’t believe what they see
big stunna, no cash money
blue hundreds, b-tch we want it
from the south to the north, they know we gunnin’
watch your mouth ’round the gang ’cause we comin’
we hungry, b-tch, we want it
where that work at, b-tch, we want it
take the nine out, they cryin’ now
b-tch, you really tryna die for 5 pounds
home depot gang, we keep a drill
i catch that case, i don’t say no names, i keep it real
i shoot your -ss while the other hand bear the wheel
well when i die, i never will, i got the heart of steel
i got a hundred pounds right now in the field
shout out the rich shootas, those my navy seals
if i send them, man, they drumming for real
i know you a f-ck, give a f-ck how you feel
my kid gotta eat and my b-tch want a mil’
i wanna get rich, and get head, and just chill
k!ll a n-gga, it’s a h-ll of a thrill
this rich shoota lifestyle sh-t real
see my first hundred rounds like yeah
bullets flying round like buzz lightyear
if you looking for the kid, lil b-tch, i’m right here
and i got a .45 for the clip right here, uh
these n-ggas know how we comin’
slangin’ them choppers, n-gga, slangin’ them choppers
these n-ggas know where i’m from
largo road, got the meds like a doctor
f-ck the feds, man, them crackers ain’t proper
they wash you up, hope that sh-t don’t shock ’em
if i bust it down, man, that sh-t gone sparkle
main b-tch fat, watch her lil -ss wobble
still got my name in a gl-ss bottle
and i’m still f-ckin’ on the last model
fast life, bring drama, these llamas, bring
[chorus]
jewish plug named weinstein
i ain’t trippin’ cause i got the bags landin’
q da fool show you how to trap it out, hands free
why these police keep tryna jam me?
you know i’m smokin’ on that plant, no canopy
and i got a white b-tch named penelope
the plug say the work pure, b-tch, it better be
all the sh-t that i done sold, my ticket h-lla cheap
the streets ain’t the best of me
[outro]
uh, uh
d-mn, uh, uh
uh
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