He Say He The Plug

Lyrics

Intro: Lil Shuan Shaun on tha beat Shaun on tha beat Chorus: LoLife Blacc Man... This nigga say he 'the plug' Boy! you still get fronted drugs.. You cup look light..; You say you 'pourin mud'? 'And you 'pposed to be 'the plug'... Why you still come shop wit' us? Yo' money short.. Boy, you ain't gettin' shit from us Man... This nigga say he 'the plug' Boy! you still get fronted drugs.. You cup look light..; You say you 'pourin mud'? And you 'pposed to be 'the plug'... Why you still come shop wit' us? Yo' money short.. Boy, you ain't gettin' shit from us And you 'pposed to be 'the plug'... Verse 1: LoLife Blacc Piped up backwards... You done fucked yo' bossman's money C-O-D, when I pull up; Ain't doin' no frontin' Front do', back do'; Still pull tricks for da money Stayed down, flipped that shit; I spend my own money Never been a 'worker', but you still can get some work from me 22-hundred pounds, I back that truck up; Get yo' spot bumpin' Got pure 'Gambin' 31, hit with cut.. And it's still jumpin' 1-36, yo' money short... That's why yo' nose burnin' Bitch, you lookin' at the 'Socket', I'll shit on your plug Break down 4-48's, and still would serve a bitch a 'dub' Went from half's, to bags, to 'cuties' to 'zips' It's sad to say...This some sad shit... Chorus: LoLife Blacc Man... This nigga say he 'the plug' Boy! you still get fronted drugs.. You cup look light..; You say you 'pourin mud'? 'And you 'pposed to be 'the plug'... Why you still come shop wit' us? Yo' money short.. Boy, you ain't gettin' shit from us Man... This nigga say he 'the plug' Boy! you still get fronted drugs.. You cup look light..; You say you 'pourin mud'? And you 'pposed to be 'the plug'... Why you still come shop wit' us? Yo' money short.. Boy, you ain't gettin' shit from us And you 'pposed to be 'the plug'... Verse 2: MPA Turk I had a dream, I was in Medellín Lookin' for things, then some men started askin' me- 'Did I want some clean?', I said, "Yeah" He said, 'He had a friend' who a Mexican Who gon' stamp 'em, wrap 'em in saran, crab 'em in a van "How far you can get 'em?", 'All the way to Texarkana' I said, "Cool, I'ma grab 'em; Stash 'em, --Alabama" '33' me, Patrick Ewing, in the Atlanta A mill' a week, at ease; 23's on the Phantom Bitch, free me; Po' 3's in my Fanta Yo' bitch on her knees, givin' cheese ona' camera She gon' sneeze on my 'D', for some Ri', Ri' sandals (Hahaha) Chorus: LoLife Blacc Man... This nigga say he 'the plug' Boy! you still get fronted drugs.. You cup look light..; You say you 'pourin mud'? 'And you 'pposed to be 'the plug'... Why you still come shop wit' us? Yo' money short.. Boy, you ain't gettin' shit from us Man... This nigga say he 'the plug' Boy! you still get fronted drugs.. You cup look light..; You say you 'pourin mud'? And you 'pposed to be 'the plug'... Why you still come shop wit' us? Yo' money short.. Boy, you ain't gettin' shit from us And you 'pposed to be 'the plug'...