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ralfy the plug - not spike lee lyrics
[intro]
(i get my work from the narco)
(hydro)
[verse]
i get money and talk big sh_t, so they don’t like me
just because i tote movie clips, don’t think i’m spike lee
unless you talkin’ ’bout them blue strips, it don’t excite me
b_tch said she got some good head, so go and enlighten me
i’m a dog, i ain’t sh_t, b_tch, so don’t even try with me
and all that sh_t you thinkin’ ’bout doin’ with me, i ain’t got time today
it’s money on the floor, b_tch, i ain’t got time to play
b_tch ain’t payin’, not bein’ sweet young, i was playin’ hide and go seek
when they talk about goin’ broke, that don’t apply to me
b_tch, i told you i was a dog, so don’t cry to me
most of the n_ggas i f_ck with daily was my crimies
i keep twin .40s, zack and cody, strapped daily with siamese twins
he look scrawny, i’m buffin’ up daily inside the gym
he lookin’ kind of hungry over there, gang and them eatin’ lobster and shrimps
i really don’t think sue young want me knockin’ up again
they like, “why this same n_gga keep poppin’ up again?”
all that tough guy, deebo had to get your lame ass shot in here
used to be the coolest n_gga in the buildin’, but not in here
every time i step in the room, diamonds shine like chandeliers
diamonds tweakin’, i had to save the last dance for ’em
b_tch, you ain’t never seen a n_gga like me, i’m abnormal
i’m sure you heard about that good perky d_ck, i tax for it
i don’t why you keep throwin’ a weak_ass shot at the backboard
a lot of these n_ggas wanna be ball players, they just water boys
this exotic chop you see is not a toy
b_tch, you dealin’ with a grown_ass man, not a boy
you said you ain’t got no money, b_tch, i’m highly annoyed
type of sh_t to get you blocked, the type of sh_t i tried to avoid
[?] bank in the gym, a lot of these n_ggas be tryna avoid
these n_ggas be screamin’ at the top of they lungs and not makin’ noise
they can’t f_ck with me, i’m a jack of all trades
you ain’t gon’ never catch up to the plug at y’all pace
lyin’, ain’t got no whips, n_gga, it’s all fake
y’all need to keep my name out y’all d_ck suckers, y’all g_y
tenth grade, i was still wearin’ givenchy and balmain
maison margielas the kicks to go and skate in
these big old grams on my neck just to bait ’em in
i ain’t worried ’bout n0body thanks to f&n
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