He Say He the Plugg lyrics

[Intro: Lil Shuan]
Shaun on tha beat

Shaun on tha beat

[Chorus: LoLife Blacc]
Man... This n*gga say he 'the plug'
Boy! you still get fronted drugs..
Yo’ 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' sh*t from us
Man... This n*gga say he 'the plug'
Boy! you still get fronted drugs..
Yo’ 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' sh*t from us
And you 'pposed to be 'the plug'...

[Verse 1: LoLife Blacc]
Piped up backwards... You done f*cked 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 sh*t; 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'
b*tch, you lookin' at the 'Socket', I'll sh*t on your plug
Break down 4-48's, and still would serve a b*tch a 'dub'
Went from half's, to bags, to 'cuties' to 'zips'
It's sad to say...This some sad sh*t...
[Chorus: LoLife Blacc]
Man... This n*gga say he 'the plug'
Boy! you still get fronted drugs..
Yo’ 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' sh*t from us
Man... This n*gga say he 'the plug'
Boy! you still get fronted drugs..
Yo’ 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' sh*t 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
b*tch, free me; Po' 3's in my Fanta
Yo' b*tch on her knees, givin' cheese ona' camera
She gon' sneeze on my 'D', for some Ri', Ri' sandals (*Hahaha*)
[Chorus: LoLife Blacc]
Man... This n*gga say he 'the plug'
Boy! you still get fronted drugs..
Yo’ 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' sh*t from us
Man... This n*gga say he 'the plug'
Boy! you still get fronted drugs..
Yo’ 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' sh*t from us
And you 'pposed to be 'the plug'...