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• Artiste: Don Q
• Titre: Oh You The Plug
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Yeah, yeah, plug Yeah, yeah, kill 'em Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, you the plug Oh, you a killer Oh, you a what? I be with both You ain't familiar I know the bangers All of the gangstas All of the hittas Yeah, yeah I know the scammers All of the robbers And all of the dealers All of the what? Oh, you a front street You ain't outside When he come duck me Is you gon' ride? Heard you like yeah Jewelry snatched You like the strap You want it back? Yeah, yeah Everywhere I go, I keep a shooter They think I'm paranoid I'm all alone and I'm high off these meds And I think I'm hearin' noises I tripped off the lean, I'm back on the Henny And I'm at it again I bag up the Benz, I'm down on my pills I'm back on them 10s Lemme take 'em to the dark side Bustin' sales by the park slide You see friends on the deep end Just know you swimmin' where the sharks ride Same hoes wouldn't look They comment under my picture with heart eyes I leap in the 'rari with frog eyes Press the button then the doors rise My caliber different I'm freakin' in Neimans, they thought that I had an addiction This clarity hittin' The faster the cars, the badder the women I'm not a regular nigga I kick bitches out just like a defense I put some bread on a nigga Send him to God and askin' forgiveness I am ahead of you niggas I know that you plannin' on catchin' me slippin' I post by the store, they had my description Note on the door, I had the eviction Back seat of the Rolls parked That's where swear nigga, he ain't ghost talk Cold heart and it's so dark Get your wife, took around those parts Oh, you the plug Oh, you a killer Oh, you a what? I be with both You ain't familiar I know the bangers All of the gangstas All of the hittas Yeah, yeah I know the scammers All of the robbers And all of the dealers All of the what? Oh, you a front street You ain't outside When he come duck me Is you gon' ride? Heard you like yeah Jewelry snatched You like the strap You want it back? Yeah, yeah Pay your lawyer just to beat the charges Did a lot and I believe in karma Eyes open, I can see the plotters Supply the dealers and I feed the robbers Read hatred from your body language And it speakin' so fluently Two blocks like it's two of me I ain't givin' out opportunities We packed Tonys in the lot We hit the club through the back 'cause it's protocol Jack boys in the spot You can't get in with the strap, what you goin' for? When I ace up the light, it be goin' off I'm livin' life, I ain't showin' off I'm crusin' dolos and he think I'm lackin' But the shooters behind me can throw him off These niggas I trusted Hit movers so different so I started makin' adjustments Choppers all over the crib This for the niggas just waitin' to rush it It is no tellin' or what You can get murdered for makin' assumptions I fell in love with the rush I put a Perc' in the eight and I crushed it I'm a fast addict I gotta go get the bag habit I keep them stacks stackin' You at home prayin' your stash lastin' And I can really go see the man Take a trip and gon' leave with grams Come back home with a trap phone And the kill 10 on the Peter Pan Oh, you the plug Oh, you a killer Oh, you a what? I be with both You ain't familiar I know the bangers All of the gangstas All of the hittas Yeah, yeah I know the scammers All of the robbers And all of the dealers All of the what? Oh, you a front street You ain't outside When he come duck me Is you gon' ride? Heard you like yeah Jewelry snatched You like the strap You want it back? Yeah, yeah