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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
BabyTron
BabyTron
Stimme und Gesang
AK Bandamont
AK Bandamont
Stimme und Gesang
Bandgang Javar
Bandgang Javar
Stimme und Gesang
Glockboyz Teejaee
Glockboyz Teejaee
Stimme und Gesang
KrispyLife Kidd
KrispyLife Kidd
Stimme und Gesang
Los
Los
Stimme und Gesang
Nuk
Nuk
Stimme und Gesang
WB Nutty
WB Nutty
Stimme und Gesang
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
BabyTron
BabyTron
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Jose The Plug
Jose The Plug
Produzent:in

Songteksten

[Intro]
Aye
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
Long live $cams
Daisy Lane Records shit, ****
You know?
Yeah
If it ain't no
Pussy-ass ****, ain't got no love for 'em
[Verse 1]
If it ain't no drank in my cupholder, I'ma get some road rage
Wu-Tang, I'm the method man, my killer Ghostface (Uh-huh)
Tryna say my vows to the pape', I think we soulmates (Uh-huh)
If they order beef, bet we deliver it like Postmates (Yeah)
Out in China, flickin' people off with my pinky ring
Come and get the cuffs up off your bitch, she into kinky things
Fuck that bitch
Aye, tell a bitch to leave me be
Why you rollin' reggie? Might as well've grabbed some CBD
[Verse 2]
I been tryna keep it all rap, but I'm for the streets
BabyTron, tell your white friends come and shop with me
I been payin' fourteen, but gettin' twenty-eight apiece
Make a song about some sales, **** better mention me
Know how I play it, I go get it, I don't wait around (At all)
I'm sendin' 'bows to her crib, playin' "Pound Town"
Airport, no luggage, pick up fifty thou'
Bag gone 'fore it touch, ain't no sittin' around, ****
Get your rank up, get your rank up, get your rank up, get your rank up
Get your rank up, get your rank up, get your rank up
[Verse 3]
Yeah, aye
****, get your rank up, switch states, then change up
I got married to that bag, no, we can't break up
They say two hundred thou' cash, I say, "That shit ain't enough"
You would think I signed to Bando 'cause I got dog shit straight from the lab
I let my mans use my plug and ain't ask for no money back
**** braggin' 'bout a dime, the type of shit that make me laugh
Tell a bitch I'm pressed for time, just tryna cut a brick in half
I'm talkin' thousand times two-fifty, **** stuck on Instagram
You would think I signed to Bando 'cause I got dog shit straight from the lab
Straight from the lab, pussy ass, uh-huh
No cap
Signed to Bando 'cause I got dog shit straight from the lab
BandGang
Yeah
Pussy-ass ****, ain't got no love for 'em, yeah
[Verse 4]
I come from a long line of real ****
Pops had a long line of fiends, he was drug dealin'
It's only right I copped the foreign off dealin'
Old heads peekin' out they blinds like, "Paris' son trippin'"
Free my **** Poody, feds gave him ten for sellin' -
But he up two million cash, if I was him, I wouldn't stress
Seen unc' with so many babies, I should call CPS
If you need one, I'll throw my tax on it, shoot a text
I treat my bitch so good, God blessed me wit' another one
They know they ain't gotta pay no bills if I cum in 'em
You know them 'bows your favorite uncle sell? I be frontin 'em
And he a ham, pay fifty-five for every one of 'em
[Verse 5]
These 'bout twenty Glocks, got twenty fifty-round drums for e'ry one of them
I got a hundred thots, I'll call a bitch when I need her, I'm puttin' drugs in 'em
They caught him at the club, they sent a bunch at him, now it's gettin' ugly
Bitch, I'm with a lot of apes like jungle gyms, we all gettin' money (Skrrrt)
And bitch, I slap onions, no hat, the Drac' crack muffin
E'ry month, I bet I crack a hunnid', bitch, I'm Pac without the tatted stomach
I forgot his name, they whacked buddy, dope cases came from crack money
Like Deezy, I get fast money, one call, I got a bag comin'
This one **** got a bag on him, he dead, they on your ass, youngin
I know you heard about your last cousin, he trap, we get him whacked hustlin'
This bitch just want her back busted, she call and she don't ask nothin'
A dog before, I had nothin', do fraud and got a trap jumpin'
[Verse 6]
Back to the hood, we pull up tinted-out, they know it's me
Them extras hangin' out the clip, bitch, I'm like thirty deep
Ain't tryna beef over the 'net, just meet me in the streets
I'll up the Glock and bang this bitch just like a Jose beat and throw my piece
Yeah, two phones, they both ringin', this that money callin'
My dog playin' every game, his nickname Spalding
You out here losin' every day, you need to change your partners
This bitch cute and she'll shoot, she like Candace Parker
****, I still be in the trenches, I got bros who think I made it
They think I made it
Really active, I still'll slide like I ain't famous
Like I ain't famous
Speak on me, my dog gon' pull up, tap your head, I ain't gotta pay him
I ain't gotta pay him nuttin'
Come watch me play, I hoop like Kobe, I'm the greatest, ****
[Verse 7]
You a bitch, I'm judgin' by your Rollie size (36)
Pop, pop to your brain, yeah, it's Coney time
Flint ****, stuffin' hoes with packs stromboli-sized
I'm rich, any **** on this song could call to hold a dime
I got you
Gucci windbreaker, this bitch'll keep me warm as hell
'Specially when I'm trappin' fifty sale after fifty sale
I gotta pause and get some fresh air, I can't do the smell
You a ho, they pull you out the car, you tell before you hit the jail (Rat)
Huh, Skydweller got my wrist chunky
The bezel got baguettes in it, that's why you see my wrist bumpy (Bling)
I'm in the club wit' an attitude wit' a bottle tryna fifth somethin'
I'm really fake drunk, I'm just on tip, I ain't sip nothin'
[Verse 8]
Five hundred in this cup, ****, you can't get a sip of shit
Brodie wanna rob him, told him, "Clean that boy like Mister Pip"
Off dog food, made Dallas money, damn near think I'm Dennis Smith
This shit rappers' Coney Island, tell my robbers, "Get his kit"
I see **** sweet as hell, I call my wolves, they partaking
All my boy sales, I got more bags in than Marc Jacobs
Bro a soul taker, he the one that's gon' go chase the dead
I just got another brick like "Pound Town," no Sexyy Red
The feds hit the crib for a second time, ain't found nuttin'
When I want a brick, I call a plug and press the pound button
Like, order here, them bitches comin' off the pier
Last **** I knew with the bricks, they gave him forty years
[Outro]
Pull up to the spot, we servin' everything like Coney Island
I just poured a trey, it made me go to sleep, I'm Obie Trice-ing
Brodie snatched a opp watch, he gotta get his Rollie tightened
Mental of a mamba, I ain't snake, I think like Kobe Bryant

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