lirik lagu ralfy the plug & playerrways - backstreet
[intro: ralfy the plug]
they ain’t gon’ catch me in no backstreet, i be where the cash be
(smoov, what’s good, baby?)
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
you ain’t gon’ catch me on no backstreet, i be where the cash be
i’m a young coach, but i be ballin’ like an athlete
ain’t tryna chill, i like smackin’ on ass cheeks
i can triple up, i do numbers, i’m a math geek
b~tch, i like f~ckin’ other hoes, so don’t harass me
you can pay me for my goodies, this not a pantry
my hitman crazy, he shoot babies, f~ck a plan b
the corny type, you be chillin’ where the stanleys be
[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
you the type be f~ckin’ on hoes with manly feet
2greedy stinc team, whole fam elite
in this b~tch with two straps, yosemite
ridin’ in this foreign vehicle with ten felonies
b~tch, i keep it on me, just don’t tell on me
the multicolor~froze diamonds look like led
flu flammin’ with ski ski, you couldn’t tell it’s me?
i know that’s nature boy, ralfy, you can smell the tree
get on the beat and talk crazy with no melodies
i can teach you how to be a player, i’m bill bellamy
we got green, who you seen with more celery?
i’m from the stinc team, who competin’? ’cause we better than, the plug
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
you ain’t gon’ catch me on no backstreet, i be where the cash be
i’m a young coach, but i be ballin’ like an athlete
ain’t tryna chill, i like smackin’ on ass cheeks
i can triple up, i do numbers, i’m a math geek
b~tch, i like f~ckin’ other hoes, so don’t harass me
you can pay me for my goodies, this not a pantry
my hitman crazy, he shoot babies, f~ck a plan b
the corny type, you be chillin’ where the stanleys be
[verse 2: playerrways]
i smack the foreign like a bucket, alright for the blade
like ben, pimpin, can i have your b~tch ’cause she look good with playerr?
balmain on my platforms on the hood, yeah, i’m doin’ great
i had to get up ’cause they only love you when you up some k’s
i’m gettin’ to it, i’m so thirsty, want it bad baddest
diamonds covered on me but i’m still up in my feelings bad
i drown in my exotic pops, i need like three pinks
i’m my own therapy my opps tell me through these things
every time i go and spin the block, i’m foreigned up or nothing
knock~knock artist, every time i hit, so much money i’m thumbing
i’m bashin’ through these rentals daily, i’m a rock star
can i get some money? i’m just tryna smack another wall
[outro: playerrways]
yeah, b~tch, rich [?] gang, b~tch, all that, dead homies, stinc team run la, b~tch, long live the ruler, b~tch
all that
yeah
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