victorious - ralfy the plug lyrics
[intro: ralfy the plug]
(ron*ron, load it up, ron*ron, load it up)
hm
free the ruler (ron*ron, do that sh*t)
hm
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
pull up to the club lookin’ victorious (skrrt*skrrt)
back to back in them good foreigns (skrrt)
a n*gga play with me, leave him disoriented
i think he mad ’cause his clique poor as sh*t
pull up to the club lookin’ victorious (skrrt*skrrt)
back to back in them good foreigns (skrrt)
a n*gga play with me, leave him disoriented
i think he mad ’cause his clique poor as sh*t
[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
pull up to the club lookin’ victorious
hm, hammer on me, i look like thor in this b*tch
diamonds hit the light, doin’ more than glistenin’
sketchers on, b*tch, don’t get sh*t twisted
it’s still givenchy for all of my denim
the workin’ with the pigs, so i can’t be friends with them
stinc tеam the sh*t, b*tch, it’s always the win with them
tеll your b*tch to pay her fee in all benjamins, the plug
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
pull up to the club lookin’ victorious (skrrt*skrrt)
back to back in them good foreigns (skrrt)
a n*gga play with me, leave him disoriented
i think he mad ’cause his clique poor as sh*t
pull up to the club lookin’ victorious (skrrt*skrrt)
back to back in them good foreigns (skrrt)
a n*gga play with me, leave him disoriented
i think he mad ’cause his clique poor as sh*t
[verse 2: ketchy the great]
walk him down ’til his body drop
whack a n*gga, forget about him, smokin’ pop rocks
you undercover, cuffin’ a thot, you n*ggas coppers
talkin’ ’bout a bag, you broken b*tches need to stop
gang tats, investigation
the cops watchin’ ’cause we havin’ the iced*out watches
we got percs and oxycontin
the chop givin’ closed coffins, slam a n*gga, steve austin
iced on, cold stunt a n*gga when the glock hit, b*tch
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
pull up to the club lookin’ victorious
back to back in them good foreigns
a n*gga play with me, leave him disoriented
i think he mad ’cause his clique poor as sh*t (bums)
pull up to the club lookin’ victorious (skrrt*skrrt)
back to back in them good foreigns (skrrt)
a n*gga play with me, leave him disoriented
i think he mad ’cause his clique poor as sh*t
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