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takeover - ralfy the plug lyrics

[intro]
(viper)
(yjmuzik)
gang and them, no lames with them

[chorus]
tell a b*tch i hate her before i ask her how her day goin’
that’s your fault, you should’ve woke me up with a bankroll
told the b*tch straight up i want some chili, nacho mangos
he askin’ her, “what’s that white sh*t on your face?” not no mayo
they like, “d*mn, ralfy, you still gettin’ money?” yeah, same old
i just spent two bands on a shirt, ain’t got no name on it
she couldn’t even recognize her baby, he got a makeover
crashed so many whips, i treat the foreign like the takeover

[verse 1]
skittles in the box different colors like crayola
played your b*tch like a video game, yeah, game over
yeah, we got the same whip, but not the same odor
german enginer from overseas, i got that imported
i got sh*t n*ggas dream for with no endors*m*nts
same loaf, but that’s your life savings, this just a portion
how the people supposed to feel you when you forcin’ it?
every year we elevate, but watch when i morph again
every day i wake up, i get that feeling like i know i’ma win
lord, can you forgive me for being me ’cause i know i’ma sin?
you ain’t even gotta ask ’cause you know i got fins
lost ketchy, lost drakeo, how i’m supposed to feel normal again?
clutchin’ on the heater ’cause i got a snowstorm on my wrist
your favorite rapper got moissanite diamonds, mines all legit
hatin’ on me, you don’t love your life, buddy, need to call it quits
he think life a gta server, he lost in the mist
he be rappin’ ’bout money, but i ain’t seen it, it’s all a myth
the chopper turn a n*gga to ghost rider, throw his bones in the can
b*tch tellin’ in the foreign, i’ma need a tune*up again
i’m just tryna chill, my diamonds doin’ zumba again
hatin’ on me is crazy, we don’t know if you gon’ eat food again
plug got the blueprint, i got the tools to win
secret menu, it’s a special if you get two for ten
neck and wrist broke, i don’t think i’ma be able to hoop again, the plug
[chorus]
tell a b*tch i hate her before i ask her how her day goin’
that’s your fault, you should’ve woke me up with a bankroll
told the b*tch straight up i want some chili, nacho mangos
he askin’ her, “what’s that white sh*t on your face?” not no mayo
they like, “d*mn, ralfy, you still gettin’ money?” yeah, same old
i just spent two bands on a shirt, ain’t got no name on it
she couldn’t even recognize her baby, he got a makeover
crashed so many whips, i treat the foreign like the takeover

[verse 2]
if it ain’t ’bout the money, then don’t even put my name on it
touched so many blues this year, they might as well put my name on it
i done seen a lot of obstacles, still ain’t folded
oh, you crazy, i got a popsicle stick with your name on it
it’s easy to spot an opp ’cause they ‘fits don’t need to bang on ’em
it’s a safe right now in the field with my name on it
even when the fight long, remember, stay focused
they like, “he was gone in sixty, it must be the same culprit”
the plug

- ralfy the plug lyrics

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