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lirik lagu rap niggas – bigxthaplug

[intro: bigxthaplug]
(d*mn, ricky, this another one)
ayy, huh

[verse 1: bigxthaplug]
i got a bag on a lot of these rap n*ggas, huh
bet he ain’t even know it
he say that he strapped, but i bet he won’t show it
he claim that he gangsta, i bet he won’t blow it
these diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean
four in a fanta, they callin’ it potion
these n*ggas sweet, they g*y, frank ocean
i threw him some shots ’cause i seen he was open
he run in my spot, he gon’ die, what’s the motive?
he seen mе with bags, he ain’t know i was holdin’
i hang with some crips that be stiff at thе shoulders
them bloods that be with me, they itchin’ to blow it
they call me the plug ’cause i been movin’ bowls
i’m the first n*gga quick to pull sticks at a show
tell t wait, tell ’em shop, we got gas for the low
n*gga try me, i swear i’ma lose all control
i’ma up this big b*tch and lean back, let it blow
i’m as big as they come but i’m stiff than a ho
if i fall off today, then it’s back to the store
can’t hit l!cks where you stay so i’m back in the grove
i stopped breakin’ down bricks ’cause i start movin’ bowls
i stopped sellin’ that sh*t ’cause i start rockin’ shows
it’s fifteen in the sprinter with twenty*three poles
no jordan, but that’s how this shooter fit goes
i really know n*ggas get cake off a ho
told ’em get it in blood, but he didn’t, he a ho
he must think that i’m tinder, he slidin’ through a ho
shoulda went to that mall i was strapped with my pole
i got one in the head, b*tch, i’m ready to go
full of that gas b*tch, i’m ready to smoke
dumped a whole clip, ain’t no point to reload
i still bet a dub, i’m the ten or a four, ayy
[verse 2: rosama]
rosama been steppin’
ten seven hoover, you know i been reppin’
stones on my wrist like i f*ck with rosetta
diamond in rough, i’m a coal under pressure
pilate my gun, n*gga know i’ma stretch ’em
recievin’ these bullets whenever i catch ’em
i run with a tech, out there gettin’ a message
how this yo’ crib, n*gga? go ask the devil
racks on me like i went and played tennis
pop up at the door like a jehovah witness
.45 on me like a n*gga benchin’
dot on yo’ head like the end of a sentence
put racks on yo’ head then i’m makin’ a call
warzone guns, send ’em to the gulag
the fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs
one k for the t**th and a n*gga still floss
2018 was down f*ckin’ with the taliban
2019, i was stiff as a mannequin
2020, i was filing my taxes
2021, started bringin’ them bags in, ayy
n*ggas told me to go forward with this
flow ‘cross the paint, and i’m hard as sh*t
strap while i shot ’til my target hit
hook in my cup, my drink marvelous
i walk on my ghost ’cause it’s dark on my feet
feelin’ myself like i lost my keys
money tall as a f now they f*ck with a g
i’m not what a b*tch want ’cause i’m what a b*tch need
i walk on my ghost ’cause it’s dark on my feet
feelin’ myself like i lost my keys
money tall as a f now they f*ck with a g
i’m not what a b*tch want ’cause i’m what a b*tch need (i do it)

- bigxthaplug

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