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foulin the plug - xanman lyrics

[intro]
h-llo, hey
xanman, hey
hey, hey, hey b-tch
what the f-ck
ain’t no chain sn-tchin’ b-tch
bruh why the f-ck you on the phone? you throwin’ me off
(oh my fault, my fault bruh my fault) f-ck
h-llo, h-llo, h-llo

[verse 1]
that n-gg- home, we gon’ run in
f-ck school i don’t know sh-t ’bout conjuction
put a b-tch underground harriet tubman
hittin’ on yo’ b-tch, she someone to c-m in, yeah
huh y’all mad as sh-t, thought the beat was ’bout to come in
b-tch i do that sh-t on my command
white b-tch sniffin’ c-ke, she a molly fan
d12 she know the name of my band
f-ck i messed up
i’m using my stick like i play wit’ a puck
i’m scoping his hood in a alias truck
he wanna slide wit’ a stick then charlie good luck

[hook]
fist b-mp on the plug, give me p’s for the one
n-gg-s wouldn’t rob me if i gave em a gun
send a alias b-tch ain’t gon’ take care my son
ima 360 yo’ block like a xbox one
blue tips in my gun like a crayon
i know some real blood like a sayon
shoot the n-gg- in the hood like he trayvon
they callin’ me foul, b-tch my name draymond (hey, hey)
i’m foulin’ the plug, i’m foulin’ the plug
i’m foulin’ the plug, yeah we slide on the plug
i’m foulin’ the plug, i’m foulin’ the plug
slide on the plug, i’m foulin’ the plug b-tch

[verse 2]
ran off on the plug and said that my phone died
trap phone n-gg- this ain’t no phone i
shoot a stick, ah that sh-t hurt
i paid you two bands, where my verse?
my side b-tch took my main b-tch purse
i don’t got it right now
this .45 got 16, r. kelly
pregnant b-tch jam shot to the belly
it’s gettin’ hot in here, nelly
(huh, what the f-ck is you talkin’ bout?)
p for a band pull up to the telly
whole time we gon’ jank yo’ -ss
beam on the chop, we play laser tag
so far gone, we gon’ drake his -ss
big ar n-gg- look like (?)
i see a plug n-gg- ima press that
big .40 flip a n-gg- like a tech deck
fake trap n-gg- i do not respect it

- xanman lyrics

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