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super dope - ralfy the plug & itsmanman lyrics

[intro]
gang and them, no lames with them
(my n*gga johnny got another one)
hm, i know you tired of bein’ broke, livin’ miserable
(johnny got another one)
hm

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
i know you tired of bein’ broke, livin’ miserable
i get money in real life and digital
off the perc in another n*gga b*tch, we gettin’ physical
her face lookin’ dry, so i gave her a lil’ minerals
when i say i’m gettin’ money, i’m talkin’ literal
these n*ggas broke, only food in they house is cereal
put a whole in one, i’ll make honey nut cheerios
n*gga better keep that pole on you, i don’t care where you go
shoutout to the fans uppin’ that stupid loaf
and them young coaches steppin’ on a useless ho
n*ggas talkin’ like he boss ’cause he got uber pro
put that sh*t on daily, b*tch, i’m super dope
the plug

[verse 2: itsmanman]
gang and them just beat up jet li, we playin’ tekken
i don’t give a f*ck about your day, b*tch, just get naked
he caught like ten shots, he had stepped on my elevens
i think most of these n*ggas twelve, age thirteen, they was tellin’
hit him with a bow, then a boom bam, we beatboxin’
bottom of the shoes red, most of these n*ggas reebokers
i come from the dirty mitten, i just want some clean diamonds
no, we can’t f*ck, don’t want your cootie cat, i want tonsils
if plug on the song, you know we ’bout to slide, we electric
i just want some salad in my pocket, i be dressin’
this b*tch trippin’, but i got her mom number, finna text her
i come from the d, when it come to chili cheese, i need [?]
[verse 3: ralfy the plug]
off the dome, got me spittin’ punchlines like [?]
if you really want the plug to pull up, i need dollars
gang and the went to school and graduated, we scholars
she just wanna get sl*tted out ’cause we popular
lil’ n*gga can’t see them cloudy*ass diamonds with binoculars
a lot of n*ggas talkin’ like they parents and not [?]
you dipped a silver chain up in gold, that’s not gon’ work
you ordered some fake repressed advils, them not no percs
b*tch, you pulled up with some aveenos, it’s not no jergins
but she ain’t put no money in y’all offering ’cause she ain’t like the sermon
i hate when rappers ask too many questions like they perkis
i thought we was makin’ meals, you lookin’ actin’ like you workin’
the plug

[verse 4: itsmanman]
cappin’ on them interviews, you actin’ like you gettin’ money
i think she got hydraulics on them titties, they be jumpin’
big drac’ with they feet in ovo, they gettin’ chucky
i just hit a cougar b*tch, and i ain’t even turned twenty
most of you n*ggas wear, y’all wake up like what the opps doin’
mohammed dropped a bomb on your crib, it got your house boomin’
what drakeo say? open a beef pack, makin’ hot noodles
ahm, all hoes matter, this a thot movement
you said you made how much in this year? n*gga, stop
like an open water bottle, tell that ho i need top
why you poppin’ up at the pop ups if you don’t shop?
n*gga said it’s on the floor, grab a broom, grab a mop (my n*gga johnny got another one)

- ralfy the plug itsmanman lyrics

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