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hot dog - ralfy the plug lyrics

[intro: ralfy the plug]
we know the truth (woo, that b*tch hard right there)
in the courtroom, they was callin’ me a shot caller
in the courtroom, they was callin’ me a shot caller
(i get my work from the narco)

[chorus: ralfy the plug]
in the courtroom, they was callin’ me a shot caller
keep it real with yourself, y’all is not ballers
i’m with my dogs, real pitbulls and rottweilers
gave her meat for some bread, i’m finna hot dog her
in the courtroom, they was callin’ me a shot caller
keep it real with yourself, y’all is not ballers
i’m with my dogs, real pitbulls and rottweilers
gave her mеat for some bread, i’m finna hot dog her

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
gavе her meat for some bread, i’m finna hot dog her
after the bucks and the nut, watch how i dog her
you’s a teacup, n*gga, i’m a rottweiler
in the indictment, they was callin’ me a shot caller
n*gga, that’s two bands in dubs, y’all is not ballers
n*gga don’t wanna shoot at the opps ’cause they clout callers
let the chop rip in his yard like a lawnmower
i don’t even respond to n*ggas ’cause they not important
i’m from the stinc team, the n*ggas y’all is not extortin’
i f*ck with real crips and bloods, i ain’t gotta force it
n*gga actin’ like he too buff, then i gotta torch him
real street n*gga, i jumped off the porch like this, the plug
[chorus: ralfy the plug & slo*be]
in the courtroom, they was callin’ me a shot caller
keep it real with yourself, y’all is not ballers
i’m with my dogs, real pitbulls and rottweilers
gave her meat for some bread, i’m finna hot dog her
in the courtroom, they was callin’ me a shot caller
keep it real with yourself, y’all is not ballers
i’m with my dogs, real pitbulls and rottweilers
gave her meat for some bread, i’m finna hot dog her (it’s the gang)

[verse 2: young slo*be]
give her meat for some bread, tell her, “eat that”
this glock fresh off a skit, n*gga, keep that
n*ggas cold in the southeast, wanna heat check?
ooh, what he playin’, n*gga? billy got his feet wet
this chopper movin’ fire, n*gga, you cannot run
headshot and n*gga loafin’ out here with no gun
speakin’ down, n*gga, come on, it’s 2*1
ayy, ayy, ooh, we*we in that land, n*gga
(for the clan, n*gga, ayy, i can’t stand n*ggas)
(i’m that fan, n*gga, once ever i get the chance, n*gga)
(broke b*tch on deck, got me [?], n*gga)

- ralfy the plug lyrics

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