Janitor Ralfy the Plug
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If we playin’ ball my niggas came to win ain’t no cop outs
I’m the truth if it ain’t about cash, i don’t pop out
Slid thru they hood it’s nice and dry and no opps out
Drakeo bought the street sweeper had to keep the mop out
If we playin’ ball my niggas came to win ain’t no cop outs
I’m the truth if it ain’t about cash, i don’t pop out
Slid thru they hood it’s nice and dry and no opps out
Drakeo bought the street sweeper had to keep the mop out
I ain’t lying a nigga try me he gone die i ain’t mufasa
Momma gone be wondering like damn who shot ya?
It’s no mystery a nigga play with the plug he gone be history
Bitch thought i was gonna show pitty cus my neck like Mr. T
You think i’m too jazzy just sent him to the back like pistol P
Gang n em demons they ain’t really tryna crease the pease
I got 2 things to offer you bitch dick and seasoning
If you ain’t go no money when you approach me what is your reasoning?
“how you got so much flavor ralf?” i got a secret ingredient
One tool for you to get some money punk bitch obedience
Keep yo feelings in yo diary bitch this ain’t no grieving center
When i step out i make bitches get outta pocket when they see some winners
If we playin’ ball my niggas came to win ain’t no cop outs
I’m the truth if it ain’t about cash, i don’t pop out
Slid thru they hood it’s nice and dry and no opps out
Drakeo bought the street sweeper had to keep the mop out
I’m the truth if it ain’t about cash, i don’t pop out
Slid thru they hood it’s nice and dry and no opps out
Drakeo bought the street sweeper had to keep the mop out
If we playin’ ball my niggas came to win ain’t no cop outs
I’m the truth if it ain’t about cash, i don’t pop out
Slid thru they hood it’s nice and dry and no opps out
Drakeo bought the street sweeper had to keep the mop out
I ain’t lying a nigga try me he gone die i ain’t mufasa
Momma gone be wondering like damn who shot ya?
It’s no mystery a nigga play with the plug he gone be history
Bitch thought i was gonna show pitty cus my neck like Mr. T
You think i’m too jazzy just sent him to the back like pistol P
Gang n em demons they ain’t really tryna crease the pease
I got 2 things to offer you bitch dick and seasoning
If you ain’t go no money when you approach me what is your reasoning?
“how you got so much flavor ralf?” i got a secret ingredient
One tool for you to get some money punk bitch obedience
Keep yo feelings in yo diary bitch this ain’t no grieving center
When i step out i make bitches get outta pocket when they see some winners
If we playin’ ball my niggas came to win ain’t no cop outs
I’m the truth if it ain’t about cash, i don’t pop out
Slid thru they hood it’s nice and dry and no opps out
Drakeo bought the street sweeper had to keep the mop out
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