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Plugged In (Freestyle) Lyrics - Artist : Buni
(Ayo, TR, go brazy on them nigga, man)
(R4DIANT) Brr, Plugged In with Fumez, ay, ya mean? Luther, essex guy Less with eye, bye Brr, yo, yo-yaout, yo-yaout If they post up where they at We gon' pull up right where they at (Pull up) Grab them hammers and let them slap Racka-tat-tat on anyone's cap (Brr) Burk out, we brr off, blam on my yings And my hand, I'm swingin' on my hand (Swing it) Wrapped up with a evil plan Don't push man and get evil, fam Don't push man and get evil, knievel Racka-tat-tat for you and your people (Brr) Tell bro "Cool," you don't wanna get recalled Don't worry bro, got suttin' more evil Fuck gyal good, and she wants a sequel Let the ting rock and roll, no Beatles I'm a bad man, no part of me feeble Cut your tree down, fuck you and your people Fuck you and them EBK, we don't mix and blend Got a bussy with a bussy skeng (Buss it) Get to bussin' then I buss again (Buss it) Can't get you, get your friend again (Mhm) When we spin once, we spin again (Spin it) Again and again, that's everyday, I'm smokin' your friend 14, all now's full yingin' The only difference, the Blit-B zingin' Mash get fillin', there ain't no chillin' Racked up villians, still won drillins' (Brr) You must be kiddin' The opps get yingin' and they scream like women When he get packed, I'm personally billin' (Mhm) When I catch man, now, I'm personally killin' Ain't no Batman, more like the Joker You can get hit with a smoker, mad man Shout out my driver, chauffeur Dap man over and under shoulder (Dap him up, dap him up) Real gun man and I fling my shoulder Aim for the chest, not lower Let the ting ridi-dickding, no blower (Brr) Pocket rocket, Coca-Cola Ay, two hands on a mash when I grip that Press that, corn gonna land on your head back (Hit him) Corn gonna land on your head back Tek that, put that G into getback (Getback) Don't fling with a gun, man fetch that Wet that, bun man's spliff then kick back (Bun him) Kick back, kick back Big .44 got the maddest kick back I'm mad in the head, come test me (Mad) I will pull up and leave shit messy (Cray) I swing and I ying with technique Hold that steady and tun man reggie I'm mad in the head, come test me (Mad) I will pull up and leave shit messy (Cray) I swing and I ying with technique Hold that steady and tun man reggie If they post up where they at We gon' pull up right where they at Grab them hammers and let them slap Racka-tat-tat on anyone's cap Burk out, we brr off, blam on my yings And my hand, I'm swingin' on my hand Wrapped up with a evil plan Don't push man and get evil, fam Ain't no good (Fumez The Engineer), boy |
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