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just for me - ralfy the plug lyrics

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[chorus]
i’m really tired of these bumm n*ggas tryna compete with me
i got one rule, b*tch, for you bless me, hit your knees
before you address me or impress me, bring some cheese
a fifty piece all blue, she left here just for me
i’m really tired of these bumm n*ggas tryna compete with me
i got one rule, b*tch, for you bless me, hit your knees
before you address me or impress me, bring some cheese
a fifty piece all blue, she left here just for me

[verse 1]
she gave me head and gave me bread, that was it for me
i don’t believe her when she said she only doing this sh*t for me
why you always tryna [?] ralfy, it’s just a bean
you ain’t a boss, you drive a honda that’s leesed
dawg a b*tch, if i could, i’d put them all on a leash
we can’t see y’all in the club, with them foggy ass [?]
don’t creep up on the plug, i’m balling on defence
[?] hang with gang and them, a couple elite crips
you n*ggas ain’t getting no money, you just seem rich
pull up on him with a banana clip, like eat this
he an opp lover, he act like he don’t know what beef is
i’m a young dream chaser, got me feeling like meek mills
i don’t believe none of these rappers, that sh*t don’t even seem real
holy moly, just got a n*gga wacked for a single bill
talking too much, b*tch, i don’t really like to mingle
lotta bumm hoes went ghost when the stinks [?]
[?] like kenon and kell
ain’t going against the stink, [?] fail
these n*ggas be going out bad, that’s they problem, oh well
young fly n*gga, throw some money in the wishing well
i sware i hate a b*tch that suck d*ck and tell
he got that look in the eye, like i’m [?]
[chorus]
i’m really tired of these bumm n*ggas tryna compete with me
i got one rule, b*tch, for you bless me, hit your knees
before you address me or impress me, bring some cheese
a fifty piece all blue, she left here just for me
i’m really tired of these bumm n*ggas tryna compete with me
i got one rule, b*tch, for you bless me, hit your knees
before you address me or impress me, bring some cheese
a fifty piece all blue, she left here just for me

[verse 2]
i’m really tired of these broke n*ggas, tryna compete with me
it seem like all the n*ggas hating on me on e.b.t
b*tch [?]
b*tch, i ain’t going broke, i’m a [?]
serve him this beef at home, like a tv dinner
got a bunch of n*ggas mad, ’cause the stink team winning
remember them days i could [?] weekly visits
now it’s good steak and lobster, having weekly dinners
my next foreign [?] might bring back [?]
don’t know nothing ’bout balling or flexing, n*ggas beginners
most these n*ggas b*tches, they be switching genders
in the trap i’m mr. burns, these n*ggas smithers
b*tch ate the whole d*ck, like it was a snickers
good custum stinky cat, named him mr. wiskers
good piece american pie, i keep the stifflers
my money next to yours, you gon’ see the difference
the plug

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