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tip drill - ralfy the plug lyrics

[intro]
(bullet loko on the beat, huh?)

[chorus: ralfy the plug]
she a backseat bandit, so i had to hit her with the tip drill
he a lame, he’ll do anything his b*tch will
i told her take me off the ‘gram, but you need to chill
better stop that mean muggin’ ‘fore sh*t get real
a backseat bandit, so i had to hit her with the tip drill
he a lame, he’ll do anything his b*tch will
i told her take me off the ‘gram, but you need to chill
better stop that mean muggin’ ‘fore sh*t get real

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
she a back seat bandit, so i had to hit her with the smackdown
she said she want thе d*ck raw, but i’m not a clown
n*gga say he a thug, we know the truth, hе just wanna be down
i got his b*tch gave me strips ’cause he come around
hit his b*tch with the tip drill and her guts wildin’
stupid b*tch, i can’t love you ’cause i’m too childish
hundred bands in clothes in one ‘fit, b*tch, my crew stylin’
three flippin’ louis, i don’t care if they cost two thousand
he a lame, he’ll do anything his b*tch will
only if he knew the type of sh*t she do off them pills
he a lame, he’ll do anything his b*tch will
only if he knew the type of sh*t she do off them pills, the plug
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
she a backseat bandit, so i had to hit her with the tip drill
he a lame, he’ll do anything his b*tch will
i told her take me off the ‘gram, but you need to chill
better stop that mean muggin’ ‘fore sh*t get real
a backseat bandit, so i had to hit her with the tip drill
he a lame, he’ll do anything his b*tch will
i told her take me off the ‘gram, but you need to chill
better stop that mean muggin’ ‘fore sh*t get real

[verse 2: ketchy the great]
i cannot be lovin’ on that b*tch, i told her, “knock it off”
f*ck a n*gga b*tch, he throwin’ fits, i think he p*ssed off
ain’t talkin’ ’bout the oochies on my phone and this a missed call
threw away the gucci, i’m in louis, i’m droppin’ racks off
i’m foreign whip slidin’ with a chop, i brought the bags out
i really sit and joke about the opps, i laugh out loud
[?], i’ma pop him, i don’t smoke a black & mild
ain’t talkin’ to the cops, let’s box ’em, goin’ to trial
i got titties on the chopper, squeeze, milk him like a cow
the stinc team run the streets, these other n*ggas stole the style
i’m smokin’ zaza pack out a bag, i’m blowin’ loud
she a backseat bandit, my d*ck jumpin’ out her mouth

[chorus: ralfy the plug & snap dogg]
she a backseat bandit, so i had to hit her with the tip drill
he a lame, he’ll do anything his b*tch will
i told her take me off the ‘gram, but you need to chill
better stop that mean muggin’ ‘fore sh*t get real
a backseat bandit, so i had to hit her with the tip drill
he a lame, he’ll do anything his b*tch will
i told her take me off the ‘gram, but you need to chill (yeah)
better stop that mean muggin’ ‘fore sh*t get real (slide)
[verse 3: snap dogg]
i like one ho, two hoes, i got plenty of ’em (i do)
and they all bring the bag, i ain’t gotta love ’em
and these hoes ain’t sh*t, i’ll never trust ’em (no)
you fell in love with the p*ssy so you gotta cuff ’em (ugh)
you the type of n*gga goin’ through your b*tch dm
i ain’t tryna keep her, you can have her by the p.m
[?] softest n*gga in the club, always actin’ tough
i just signaled my shooter, he’ll tear this b*tch up
i seen him muggin’ over there, lil’ n*ggas tryna rush
i’m from detroit, b*tch n*gga, you’ll never take these bucks
f*ck it, hit the exit, let’s light this b*tch up
skrrt off in the ‘cat, know it ain’t no gettin’ up

- ralfy the plug lyrics

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