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plugged in - m dot r lyrics

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[intro: m dot r & fumez the engineer & other]
what we drinkin’?
it’s f28 baby.
ayo [?] on the beat
fumez, plugged in
yuh know di ting mi faada
m dot
fully active, mi faada ye’ hear that

[verse 1]
boom, p*ssy turn red when i f*ck that
my style, my flow they can’t touch that (yeah)
bl!cky in the bag not a lunch pack
’cause the funds stack, d’em a dunce bat, we ‘na run chat
we bring darkness all when the sun hot, ’cause me done chat
i said f*ck that, where the money der p*ssio run that (look)
boom, gimme sp*ce gimme room
rat bat one a der time you no a true
look, music don’t work out fi me
i’m a go back to the line like a queue
look, fumez say go f*ck di tune
and me na like stress, so don’t f*ck up me zoot
look, i tell a boy shut up and move, don’t f*ck up and lose
yuh hear that?

[bridge]
o*o*one code me fada*fada
sittin’ in the back would a causa a drama
two gyal me a par in a bar in gibraltar
said she wanna f*ck so she call the master
after*after my gyal bad gimme likkle brawta
f*ck all night gimme likkle water, gimme likkle water (ayo)
[verse 2]
look, if i don’t get no p*ssy (what?)
yeah a go f*ck up me sleep (yeah)
it’s my time now the gyal stop me
everyone else f*ck off and leave
y*y*ygp is the team watch my k!lly get silly with the mini fourteen
ain’t n0body like me it’s never before seen
them boy there p*ssy there gyal adore me (wha—?)
with the rass with the bomber
pumpy a tear out your jumper
yeah me sing p*ssy turn red
now every gyal wa tek all me number
hot gyal c*ck up ya bumper
whine fi the g make it shake like thunder (voodoo)
back it up it truck, dumper
breast height, no we never go under (mad)

[chorus]
must think me a idiot, this gyal must think me a mad (idiot)
if you don’t run no p*ssy, my gyal you can get you’re own cab
pass me the high grade rizla
right now me a jump in the lab (yes)
big bomboclaat spliff light up, light up now everything mad ([?])
must think me a idiot, this gyal must think me a mad (mad)
if you don’t run no p*ssy, my gyal you can get you’re own cab
pass me the high grade rizla
right now me a jump in the lab
big bomboclaat spliff light up, light up now everything mad
[outro]
fumez the engineer

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