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4 for 4 - ralfy the plug, nipscogang foreign, itsmanman & head hancho lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, turk, turn that sh*t up)

[verse 1: itsmanman]
please stop hatin’, it’s a lot of n*ggas dyin’ for tryna throw salt
how you n*ggas mvp but you don’t start?
hit a ho, proceed to her friend, i ain’t got no heart
i’m the teacher, if your hand ain’t raised, b*tch, don’t talk
we ain’t never spoke, she wanna f*ck because i’m me
mac ave, my hood tatted, it’s the east
please don’t call her, lil’ baby mouth full, she can’t speak, hm
manman, why you act like that? i’m a stinc
fight who? pippy took boxing classes, she pack a punch
put that burner to his skin like he tatted up
n*ggas hoes for sure, they need to quit with that actin’ stuff
put them c’s on his head like captain crunch
i ain’t boxin’ nothin’, do i look like mike tyson?
i dog hoes, but it’s cool ’cause they like it
hut one, hut two, she throw it back, i’m ’bout to hike it
i’m the one, i ain’t never force sh*t, white nikes

[verse 2: nipscogang foreign]
gucci mane in ’09, i’m so icy
you got coco? what, you workin’ with the law like isis?
when you see me, i’m always on the court like spike lee
unc’ called, said, “yep,” that mean that he want a white tee
if it wasn’t for veneers, b*tch, you wouldn’t have no white t**th
lil’ bro don’t f*ck around with the pigs but he like beef (hlrrt)
they like, “is he leanin’?”, b*tch, i might be
i’m way too much for one b*tch, i need like three
we got switches on the g*lock, make a jeep stop
i see you flexin’ with that jubilee, that’s a cheap watch
my n*ggas in the feds gettin’ bread, flexin’ with a g*shock
three n*ggas ran up and you heard three shots
what, you? fap, fap, fap, now that n*gga next to god
i never told him at a million, n*gga, swore i beat the odds
n*gga came a long way, trappin’ out it kinda large
lil’ bro, he a demon, he ain’t never seen a [?]
[verse 3: ralfy the plug]
he a square, throw a bullet at his head, i’m john madden
you can’t f*ck with me, gon’ need more practice
one of a kind, i’m elite, not average
in the city full of hate, ridin’ foreign with no passengers
i like big*body foreigns, no challengers
the stincs with the shifters, i don’t think it’s no challengers
the stincs on tour, better put it on your calendar
the only reason the b*tch d*gg*n’ you ’cause you allowin’ her
she a dime in the back seat, bandit and she proud of it
she like, “why you got the tec?” ’cause i’ll do a n*gga foul
she like, “what’s that smell?” dog sh*t, we got piles of it
exotic stincy buds got the club smellin’ like cow manure
i’m a golden retriever, b*tch, not a labrador
they like, “why you got that hammer? i’m a fan of thor”
i told her, “don’t come back without a band or more”
she gon’ put it in my pocket ’cause she like me more
the plug

[verse 4: head hancho]
we bought all the guns in the city, why would i be nervous? (f*ck?)
can’t return like i’m venus ’cause i keep servin’ (d*mn)
i ain’t even wanna f*ck her, she wore cheap purses
just moved in the mansion but a n*gga came from sheet curtains (yeah)
this a couple thousand for a song if you need verses
man, this n*gga jewelry bullsh*t, he made a weak purchase
she said she lookin’ for a man, i told her, “keep searchin'” (yeah)
was havin’ power before ghosts, i should meet curtis
hundred deep up in this b*tch, we could start writin’
he a b*tch, when he got beef, he just started typin’
thumbed through so much f*ckin’ paper, i got arthritis
it’s a four inside this pop, that’s why it’s dark violet

- ralfy the plug nipscogang foreign itsmanman head hancho lyrics

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