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That Type of Shit - Ralfy the Plug
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That Type of Shit Ralfy the Plug

That Type of Shit - Ralfy the Plug
He tryna fight, lil' nigga, I ain't tryna wrestle homie
We'll put the slammin' niggas in the coldest stones
Any beat that sound hard, my vocals on it
We don't care if niggas mad 'cause we tote them poles
Niggas always pourin' mud in the dopest sodas
I'm with his bitch gettin' head, finna super soak her
Niggas could've went to the feds with these tools we totin'
I'm in this shit [?], ain't never fold
I see them hollow-ass [?] but it's ice in my gold
Bitch, I'm the real street nigga, this the life I chose
After the club, throwin' donuts like a sideshow
I'm smokin' 'za with my nigga tryna find some pour
I be hangin' with drug dealers, you's an average Joe
If I wasn't smackin' Stincs, I would sit in a hole
I be hangin' with drug dealers, you's an average Joe
If I wasn't smackin' Stincs, I would sit in a hole, The Plug

[Chorus]
In the club with flooded wrists, yeah, that type of shit
Nigga tryna break a bitch, yeah, that type of shit
Nigga tryna bust a script, yeah, that type of shit
With my niggas hittin' licks, yeah, that type of shit
In the club with flooded wrists, yeah, that type of shit
Nigga tryna break a bitch, yeah, that type of shit
Nigga tryna bust a script, yeah, that type of shit
With my niggas hittin' licks, yeah, that type of shit
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