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lirik lagu ralfy the plug - uncle corolla

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[intro]
(thank you fizzle)

[chorus]
i knew that n~gga was a cop from his combover
mom’s like, “god got you, why you bring that gun over?”
three~hundred in a pop, b~tch, no, you can’t have none of my soda
i’m in a foreign, and you still in your uncle corolla
i knew that n~gga was a cop from his combover
mom’s like, “god got you, why you bring that gun over?”
three~hundred in a pop, b~tch, no, you can’t have none of my soda
i’m in a foreign, and you still in your uncle corolla
[verse]
i’m on my third foreign, you still in your uncle corolla
three~hundred in a pop, b~tch, you know i spill mud in my soda
every time you see the plug, you know the gun on his holster
all my n~ggas gettin’ money, b~tch, ain’t none of them broke n~ggas
i f~cked a bad b~tch that got a loaf, i’m a gold digger
they f~ckin’ with the plug ’cause they know i’m for sure a winner
i’m gettin’ real money, and that n~gga’s a ass sniffer
we the winnin’ team, the streets know who bag bigger
extended shots on the glock ’cause i stay in the trenches
fake tough n~ggas tryna plot, but they hang with snitches
even ray charles can see these n~ggas a gang of b~tches
p~ssy n~ggas soft as f~ck, they a gang of kitties, the plug

[chorus]
i knew that n~gga was a cop from his combover
mom’s like, “god got you, why you bring that gun over?”
three~hundred in a pop, b~tch, no, you can’t have none of my soda
i’m in a foreign, and you still in your uncle corolla
i knew that n~gga was a cop from his combover
mom’s like, “god got you, why you bring that gun over?”
three~hundred in a pop, b~tch, no, you can’t have none of my soda
i’m in a foreign, and you still in your uncle corolla

[chorus]
i knew that n~gga was a cop from his combover
mom’s like, “god got you, why you bring that gun over?”
three~hundred in a pop, b~tch, no, you can’t have none of my soda
i’m in a foreign, and you still in your uncle corolla
i knew that n~gga was a cop from his combover
mom’s like, “god got you, why you bring that gun over?”
three~hundred in a pop, b~tch, no, you can’t have none of my soda
i’m in a foreign, and you still in your uncle corolla


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