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When I see my plug this how I talk to em
And when I serve my folks this how I talk to em
When I'm with my dawgs this how I talk to em
It's gucci mane la flar I'm finna talk to em
My guala, my partna, mota manana? gracias denada brought me years of dollars
Que pasa amigo? coca mudo necho cohina mucho es grande on the repo
Ese el pablo my barrio your barrio I'm ese my friende you speak real good engles
600 wednesday 5000 tuesday el nombre es gucci no punta no pussy
Ronas and kushi kilos and elbows chito seritas they come from mexico
There he go, 20 tacos got me 50 burritos, s 550 mercedes on flat shoals, que pasa manana
My guala guala, my partna partna, love to treat a nigga to a stingin lobsta, now a nigga owe him a million dollars,
Got me making 10 g's an hour, moneys power, time is money, you don't know the nigga then serve the dummy,
Serve the junkies then ride ashantis
[Hook]
What's the bombaglats my trap-spot, dreadlocks and rastas, rude boys and rude girls,
Jamaican mobsters, I shot the sheriff, smoking bob marley, all of this ecstacy is killing me softly
Turgo and curry, mid grade so pretty, this spots my x spot, can't dodge the red dot, smoking the lala,
Can't get no higher, where is me iya? she sends me fire, where is me lighter, look at me ice-uh,
Step up your neckpiece, I like your wife-uh, I pack a rifle, I love me life-uh,
Put up your hands before, I put up my rifle.
[Hook]
What's up nigga wut it do, I'm good my nigga how are you, half a chicken, whole chicken, quarter chicken
What it move? Bentley coupe on bentley shoes, hell na them ain't 22's, still keep coke in inner tubes,
Plotting on my next buissness move, 26 inch tennis shoes, old school paint it maserati blue,
Brought my gun, but forgot my roof, pulling up with your baby boo, ooh ooh it's you know who,
It's nascar baby what you gonna do, looking for something thick I can screw, paint change
And my diamonds too, trap nigga watch reminding you, my grill and ring be blinding you,
If you a stubborn artist I'm signing you, I'm still the same nigga that be shining too,
Trap nigga, watch reminding you, my grill and ring be blinding you,
If you a stubborn artist I'm signing you, I'm still the black nigga that be shining too bitch.
And when I serve my folks this how I talk to em
When I'm with my dawgs this how I talk to em
It's gucci mane la flar I'm finna talk to em
My guala, my partna, mota manana? gracias denada brought me years of dollars
Que pasa amigo? coca mudo necho cohina mucho es grande on the repo
Ese el pablo my barrio your barrio I'm ese my friende you speak real good engles
600 wednesday 5000 tuesday el nombre es gucci no punta no pussy
Ronas and kushi kilos and elbows chito seritas they come from mexico
There he go, 20 tacos got me 50 burritos, s 550 mercedes on flat shoals, que pasa manana
My guala guala, my partna partna, love to treat a nigga to a stingin lobsta, now a nigga owe him a million dollars,
Got me making 10 g's an hour, moneys power, time is money, you don't know the nigga then serve the dummy,
Serve the junkies then ride ashantis
[Hook]
What's the bombaglats my trap-spot, dreadlocks and rastas, rude boys and rude girls,
Jamaican mobsters, I shot the sheriff, smoking bob marley, all of this ecstacy is killing me softly
Turgo and curry, mid grade so pretty, this spots my x spot, can't dodge the red dot, smoking the lala,
Can't get no higher, where is me iya? she sends me fire, where is me lighter, look at me ice-uh,
Step up your neckpiece, I like your wife-uh, I pack a rifle, I love me life-uh,
Put up your hands before, I put up my rifle.
[Hook]
What's up nigga wut it do, I'm good my nigga how are you, half a chicken, whole chicken, quarter chicken
What it move? Bentley coupe on bentley shoes, hell na them ain't 22's, still keep coke in inner tubes,
Plotting on my next buissness move, 26 inch tennis shoes, old school paint it maserati blue,
Brought my gun, but forgot my roof, pulling up with your baby boo, ooh ooh it's you know who,
It's nascar baby what you gonna do, looking for something thick I can screw, paint change
And my diamonds too, trap nigga watch reminding you, my grill and ring be blinding you,
If you a stubborn artist I'm signing you, I'm still the same nigga that be shining too,
Trap nigga, watch reminding you, my grill and ring be blinding you,
If you a stubborn artist I'm signing you, I'm still the black nigga that be shining too bitch.
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
Spanish Plug Lyrics as written by Radric Delantic Davis Xavier Dotson
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
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