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no fifties (remix) - baby plug lyrics

[intro: baby plug]
(section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)
young n*gga
young n*gga
young n*gga

[chorus: baby plug]
f*ckin’ a booster, she gettin’ me clothes
beatin’ with rooster, we loosen the kn*b on the doors
glock 19 with one in the nose
it’s on me, but n0body knows
so much sh*t on me, but n0body knows
d*mn, my n*gga done k!lled my bro
i don’t even know which way to go
but f*ck it, thuggin’ on my own
shut up, n*gga, bring that sh*t out
cook up, n*gga, straight out the pot
i be tryna calm, off these meds, strapped up
big bruh said, “why you in the booth?” f*ck the trap spot
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout a whole whole hater
i don’t give, motherf*ck 12, i’m a landscaper
young n*gga loaded up, still chasin’ paper
young n*gga strapped, ready to pull your man*card

[verse 1: lil gotit]
i rock designer clothes
come pull up to the block and jugged at the store
snakes on my collar, i gucci’d my clothes
puttin’ them diamonds in that big body rolls
in traffic, we swap out them poles
i let his b*tch come blow me like o’s
a n*gga get slimed, you know how that go
play with that check, then we breakin’ your nose
i’m in that porsche cayenne
exotic, i popped me a xan’
popped me an upper, i hope i don’t land
he pop it, he pop it, he pop it
but he know he can get smacked like a can
hundred round for an advance
mess up, can’t wait to go jump out a van
leave the block hot, yeah, they gon’ need a fan
[chorus: baby plug & lil keed]
f*ckin’ a booster, she gettin’ me clothes
beatin’ with rooster, we loosen the kn*b on the doors
glock 19 with one in the nose
it’s on me, but n0body knows
so much sh*t on me, but n0body knows
d*mn, my n*gga done k!lled my bro
i don’t even know which way to go
but f*ck it, thuggin’ on my own
shut up, n*gga, bring that sh*t out
cook up, n*gga, straight out the pot
i be tryna calm, off these meds, strapped up
big bruh said, “why you in the booth?” f*ck the trap spot
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout a whole whole hater
i don’t give, motherf*ck 12, i’m a landscaper
young n*gga loaded up, still chasin’ paper
young n*gga strapped, ready to pull your man*card (keed, talk to ’em)

[verse 2: lil keed]
hold up, please chill, b*tch (chill)
hold up, diamonds real, b*tch
hold up, n*gga talkin’ crazy
we call of duty k!ll sh*t (skrrt)
shots fired out of that foreign
yeah, the fork scratchin’ glass bowls
f*ck mud, we drivin’ side*by*sides on the road (side*by*sides)
tear it up, ooh
yeah, they talkin’ ’bout, “talk to ’em, prince slatty slatty”
work ethic so crazy, i ain’t average
balenciaga, i don’t never wear bally (balenci’, balenci’)
i ain’t gotta finesse, just know a n*gga havin’
clean image, i ain’t get extra tatted
but just know i get extra active
n*ggas on instagram typin’, they laughin’
well, drop a pin, i’ma pull up straight casket
[chorus: baby plug]
f*ckin’ a booster, she gettin’ me clothes
beatin’ with rooster, we loosen the kn*b on the doors
glock 19 with one in the nose
it’s on me, but n0body knows (section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)
so much sh*t on me, but n0body knows
d*mn, my n*gga done k!lled my bro
i don’t even know which way to go
but f*ck it, thuggin’ on my own
shut up, n*gga, bring that sh*t out
cook up, n*gga, straight out the pot
i be tryna calm, off these meds, strapped up
big bruh said, “why you in the booth?” f*ck the trap spot
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout a whole whole hater
i don’t give, motherf*ck 12, i’m a landscaper
young n*gga loaded up, still chasin’ paper
young n*gga strapped, ready to pull your man*card

- baby plug lyrics

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