[Intro: Ralfy the Plug]
You know the truth, the truth's the truth
[?] in the buildin'
Gang and them, no lames with them (Thank You Fizzle)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
They tried to steal the form but they ain't get the right ingredients
One thing the Plug is big on is obedience
I'm the one knee of the streets like we believe in Him
How like, "How you got so much flavor?" I got my own seasonin'
They tried to steal the form but they ain't get the right ingredients
One thing thе Plug is big on is obedience
I'm thе one knee of the streets like we believe in Him
How like, "How you got so much flavor?" I got my own seasonin'
[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
Back to back hits like DJ Khaled, we the best
No cap, puttin' shit to sleep in the county like they need some rest
She said she don't wanna pay this nerd no more 'cause my seasonin' better
My neck froze so I keep the F&N on me to heat my sweater
Bitch actin' like a fag, sometimes ding-dong ditch is better
She said she wanna leave her nigga 'cause I'm beatin' it better
My seasonin' cost, bitch, you ain't even got enough money to keep my [?]
Them [?] on black magic, they strapped from Iraq, a team of steppers
I heard a couple wrap-rappers taped a nigga from my team is better
She said she don't like what you do to her feet, the Plug be bleedin' [?]
A fly, nigga, I don't walk no more, I glide, I don't need no feathers
I'm fly, but if we playin' ball, I dunk on niggas like Clyde Drexler
Boy, if there's competition, I don't feel no pressure
Niggas don't be in the city, I be out with well-known steppers
I keep chopsticks, I can tell you be with well-known wrestlers
You would die from F&N bullets, you would feel your hair tips, the Plug
You know the truth, the truth's the truth
[?] in the buildin'
Gang and them, no lames with them (Thank You Fizzle)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
They tried to steal the form but they ain't get the right ingredients
One thing the Plug is big on is obedience
I'm the one knee of the streets like we believe in Him
How like, "How you got so much flavor?" I got my own seasonin'
They tried to steal the form but they ain't get the right ingredients
One thing thе Plug is big on is obedience
I'm thе one knee of the streets like we believe in Him
How like, "How you got so much flavor?" I got my own seasonin'
[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
Back to back hits like DJ Khaled, we the best
No cap, puttin' shit to sleep in the county like they need some rest
She said she don't wanna pay this nerd no more 'cause my seasonin' better
My neck froze so I keep the F&N on me to heat my sweater
Bitch actin' like a fag, sometimes ding-dong ditch is better
She said she wanna leave her nigga 'cause I'm beatin' it better
My seasonin' cost, bitch, you ain't even got enough money to keep my [?]
Them [?] on black magic, they strapped from Iraq, a team of steppers
I heard a couple wrap-rappers taped a nigga from my team is better
She said she don't like what you do to her feet, the Plug be bleedin' [?]
A fly, nigga, I don't walk no more, I glide, I don't need no feathers
I'm fly, but if we playin' ball, I dunk on niggas like Clyde Drexler
Boy, if there's competition, I don't feel no pressure
Niggas don't be in the city, I be out with well-known steppers
I keep chopsticks, I can tell you be with well-known wrestlers
You would die from F&N bullets, you would feel your hair tips, the Plug
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