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Jose the Plug Man My dog just caught the bag, I ain't runnin' from the grams You got that internet beef, you run straight to the 'Gram Pussy nigga got shot and he ran to the Gram If I get shot I'ma shoot 'til it jam in my hand You in your phone all day, ain't makin' no bands I told my lil' dawg count it as fast as he can Soon as he run, it's off with his head I need that bag, end your life like fuck is you sayin'? Like I'm that one nigga, fuck the other side Percocet and new Patek made me come alive Like how you bomin' Game? I got the chop on me Ooh, I got the drop on him, JJ up the Glock on him Man, I got to sneak it in the party, pocket rock' on me My baby meet you on the side, Chris Rock for you Boy, I can see the whole field right off Bell Isle I know he tried to slide 'cause his car loud Big brick of white look like Brock Lesnar Got testers, slidin' everywhere because I'm off tether I might fuck a Cardi B, Ruccis offsettin' Diamonds wet, look like pee, Skuba R. Kelly Letras de canciones Man, I might sing for the pussy just like R. Kelly I told her pull up to Club 'Icky, I'ma change the weather I got her out her Vickys, she won't let me let up We been in and out them wars, I swear we need some medals I ain't never had time for no arguments Big ass shotgun look like Lauri Markkanen Tooda got the ten, AR with the cartridges Moncler, Rollie arm-wear, that's my starter kit Do you believe in my dreams like Coretta, bitch? Don't let him come in that door, dawg, we measuring This lil' bitch like Keyshia Cole, dawg, she heaven-sent Drego lay low and get them extras then Get to preachin' to you niggas like I'm Malcolm X And we got powder everywhere, just took it out the press She hit the road with my load, took it out her dress She turn me on, now I want to do it I'm lit, in a foreign whip Auntie got a script, I'ma flip the bitch Sweet chin music, watch me kick the shit Yes I can move it, I be whippin' it I will pull my gun and get ignorant I will fuck the party up with my dance moves I want to take me a trip out to Cancun But I gotta sit still 'til this bag move Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto If he know like I know, my niggas we got those Drums with the hollows, drugs in my poncho I been wanting big bands since a snot nose, huh The bag is so feminine, my MT hitters they some gremlins The narcs hit the block, still gon' hit the fence in my Timberlands The smoke on the floor, alright, inhale it then The way you talk you need a show, David Letterman You ballerina all on it, it's not sellin', damn I called my baby, whip it quickly, ain't gotta touch my hands I know some young niggas really eatin' in the ten All this blood from the streets, I need to wash my hands You never know who out to get you, better watch your mans Before you get to blowing cheese, better make a plan First night again, it wasn't in her plans Boogie told me fuck the city, bro, we want the rest Who gon' be there in the end? All this shit a test All my old hoes say I still hit it the best Get your mans, dawg, I heard his watch, it tick tick From Letras Mania