Uncle Corolla

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Uncle Corolla

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[Intro] (Thank You Fizzle) [Chorus] I knew that nigga was a cop from his combover Mom's like, "God got you, why you bring that gun over?" Three-hundred in a pop, bitch, no, you can't have none of my soda I'm in a foreign, and you still in your uncle Corolla I knew that nigga was a cop from his combover Mom's like, "God got you, why you bring that gun over?" Three-hundred in a pop, bitch, no, you can't have none of my soda I'm in a foreign, and you still in your uncle Corolla [Verse] I'm on my third foreign, you still in your uncle Corolla Three-hundred in a pop, bitch, you know I spill mud in my soda Every time you see The Plug, you know the gun on his holster All my niggas gettin' money, bitch, ain't none of them broke niggas I fucked a bad bitch that got a loaf, I'm a gold digger They fuckin' with the plug 'cause they know I'm for sure a winner I'm gettin' real money, and that nigga's a ass sniffer We the winnin' team, the streets know who bag bigger Extended shots on the Glock 'cause I stay in the trenches Fake tough niggas tryna plot, but they hang with snitches Even Ray Charles can see these niggas a gang of bitches Pussy niggas soft as fuck, they a gang of kitties, The Plug [Chorus] I knew that nigga was a cop from his combover Mom's like, "God got you, why you bring that gun over?" Three-hundred in a pop, bitch, no, you can't have none of my soda I'm in a foreign, and you still in your uncle Corolla I knew that nigga was a cop from his combover Mom's like, "God got you, why you bring that gun over?" Three-hundred in a pop, bitch, no, you can't have none of my soda I'm in a foreign, and you still in your uncle Corolla [Chorus] I knew that nigga was a cop from his combover Mom's like, "God got you, why you bring that gun over?" Three-hundred in a pop, bitch, no, you can't have none of my soda I'm in a foreign, and you still in your uncle Corolla I knew that nigga was a cop from his combover Mom's like, "God got you, why you bring that gun over?" Three-hundred in a pop, bitch, no, you can't have none of my soda I'm in a foreign, and you still in your uncle Corolla

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  • Ralfy the Plug