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new jack city - ralfy the plug lyrics

[intro]
(legend made another one)

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
who’s that knockin’ on your door? it’s the flu flammers
b*tch, my neck hurt, i’m nothin’ like these new rappers
the stincs run the city, don’t need no bran, we the new jackers
i’ll hang these old n*ggas up like a new jacket
who trippin’? n0body, gon’ be an old casualty
diamonds pop*lockin’ on my neck, who they battlin’?
i know your type, since a youngin, you was a tattleteller
the truth with this sh*t, literally, my style gettin’ better
you thought you was f*ckin’ with me? literally the wildest sh*t еver
both my wrists broke, my neck fivе pounds or better
givin’ this b*tch meatb*lls in the cloudiest weather
n*gga thought gang and them was a frat boy the way he steppin’
she told her friends about the good perky meat like he blessed her
they like, “ralfy, what chili bob i mean?” keep guessin’
she like, “do you want some good head and bread?” b*tch, you guessed it
seen that you won on the ‘net, but on the streets, don’t test us

[verse 2: blue pesos]
stinc team bing*bing, b*tch, it’s the flu flammers
have that n*gga doin’ parkour when i shoot whammers
ling ling, bop*boppin’, do you understand me?
soaked the christian up, holy water, pastor ralfy
fry that beef up and take the chicken from him, jim dandy
how you get buff with your strap? he’s a stalley
you movin’ too fast, why you takin’ off your panties?
everybody know about the stincs, just go and ask
slappin’ on her ass, chains hangin’ with the mac on me
tear it off, you don’t got the green, baby, cash app me
sh*t, n*gga
i could get any b*tch i want ’cause my neck dancin’
p with his flu flammin’, i don’t got no answer
wanna know the price of this chain, b*tch? ask ’round me
pits all rude, the b*tches like it ’cause i’m so c*cky
her man on buck a broke n*gga, she ain’t seen donnie
just stepped in with fns, why you so violent?
i get my tints from the ruler, stupid b*tch, i don’t hide it
all my n*ggas got a k!ll switch, they all licensed
a cliffhanger, it was tragic, left him rock climbin’
you know a joint when you see it, say my name louder
i know you blew him out his boots, but where this man trousers?
every song is ’bout my life, i am not rappin’
mud walkin’ on a loaf, this a big pile, ugh
[verse 3: duffy]
otm a big problem
crunch time, duffy come in clutch like i’m black mamba
we keep scorin’ on these n*ggas so they mad at us
don’t reply to broke n*ggas, up a bag on ’em
the winnin’ recipe, the stincs got the sauce
told the b*tch that i don’t want her unless she bad and she a boss
b*tches fascinated by the way i walk, just know it cost
man down, bro, that child actor kid just whacked an opp
chalked the block and now i’m willie nelson, on the road again
i think you all know we bringin’ straps so we ain’t comin’ in
try me then, i told a bad b*tch to bring both her friends
n*ggas seem confused, mini*dracs to make it make sense
you see the ice, n*gga? ain’t n0body f*ckin’ with us
how these n*ggas do it? don’t you get it? b*tch, we run the city
any time you see me, guarantee you i got pippy with me
it ain’t no competin’ with us, i don’t think these n*ggas get it
i ain’t plan to hit his b*tch, she had the fatty on her
back then, i had the deuce*deuce, now i pack a punch
the chopsticks’ll drop king kong, that’s a chunky monkey
askin’ ’bout mei ling, yeah, you funny, we don’t answer questions
hocus pocus, make him vanish, this a magic wand
.223s, i got jordan out here back*to*back with bron
so young, can tell you we be gettin’ it, we ain’t got no time
the stinc team got the oochies, we ain’t gotta sign, b*tch

- ralfy the plug lyrics

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