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favorite plug - apollored1 lyrics

(what the f*ck poppin)
(yea, yea yea, yea, yea, yea, yea)
(cmon, cmon)

[hook]
i know yo hoe get geeked, she said i’m her favorite plug (i know, i know) (favorite plug)
got perc, got oxy, got lean, like what’s your favorite drug (like what you want, like what you want)
i stack up [?] b*tches said i’m her favorite blood
boy yo gang ain’t talking bout nothing, step on them like rugs
step on them like bugs (yuh)
i’m the type of n*gga that f*ck that hoe then send her out her way (like bye)
i don’t even wanna talk to these n*ggas, like what my shooter say
switch on him, boy, young n*gga ain’t come to play (switch) (n*gga ain’t come, n*gga ain’t come to play)
he think this sh*t a game, but my young n*gga end your whole career (yeah, yeah)
i rock [?] the [?] day he the man i fear (he the one i..)
this b*tch give me head while i’m driving i can’t even steer (i can’t even drive)

[verse 1]
you get drunk and i get geeked up, we not sippin beer (we not)
hope you got insurance on yo hoe, i hit her from her rear
i can’t write no letter to your hoe, i’ll see her next year
and i don’t even say sorry, so if i say know that sh*t sincere
you came out the blue, but [?] with me so how the f*ck we peers (like how, how, how)
tryna lock in now, don’t get slimed out, ain’t see yo ass in years (slat slat, slat slat)
i know this b*tch different, i’m in the spot and the celling got chandeliers
these hoes will got from celibate to f*cking quick, like this sh*t got gears (d*mn)

tryna spin this way, that 556 hit his car, it look like he hit a deer
we had smoke in highschool, i seen his ass i still shot that boy thought he was in the clear
i can’t go for sh*t, ungrateful child, and she can’t go for nothing (and she won’t go, she won’t)
[?], that n*gga got a one, and he still ride with his buddy

i don’t know foreign language, i’m american made, but the k is russian
i hope you know if you ig beef with me that sh*t comes with repercussions (sh*t gon come bro, sh*t gon come)
i took two percs, and now that sh*t got me geeked, it hit just like concussion ( on god)
in elementary school you used to want to be the [?], but i shot why the f*ck you ducking (why)
you knew i had a thing for snacks when i went to yo house i slimed the m*ffins (slimed out, on god)
now ever since then my auntie knew when i was a young n*gga that she could not love me
now i got dreads and tattoos, i’m everybody type but i know that i’m kinda ugly (i know that i’m kinda ugly)
this n*gga [?] got some weed, i looked at him, boy i thought that n*gga was musty
nah that pack was just that za
d*mn
ay, bring the hook back (back)
[hook]
i know yo hoe get geeked, she said i’m her favorite plug (favorite plug)
got perc, got oxy, got lean, like what’s your favorite drug (i got what you want)
i stack up [?] b*tches said i’m her favorite blood
boy yo gang ain’t talking bout nothing, step on them like rugs
step on them like bugs (step)
i’m the type of n*gga that f*ck that hoe then send her out her way (bye hoe)
i don’t even wanna talk to these n*ggas, like what my shooter say (like what he say, what he say)
switch on him, boy, young n*gga ain’t come to play (n*gga ain’t come to play)
he think this sh*t a game, but my young n*gga end your whole career (on god)
i rock [?] the [?] day he the man i fear (he is)
this b*tch give me head while i’m driving i can’t even steer
(d*mn i can’t even drive)

- apollored1 lyrics

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