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OG Frowzy - Plug Remix lyrics

How's man talking like this, & How's man talking like that?
How's man talking bare shit, & How's man talking bare crap?
Banana clips in the trap, Click Clack fam you know it's a rap
That AK Big & Rusty, you would've thought it came from Iraq

It's Frowzy, Finessé Crew, I wake up & piss, put the zip in my tummy, Ayy
Got the dope man it stinks put the blunt to my lip and it kicks like an onion, Ayy
My brodie, he sipping on 40's he call up shortie, put the - in her tummy, Ayy
Know we got O's and we buzzin', I chop up the dope and go smoke with my cousin, Ayy
Finessing is nothing, I'm catching a ghost when I'm pressing a button
Carresing the gun, on bro, just know that I came with the something
Out town, got the shells for the hunting, Click Clack, then it's straight back to puffing
See I only fuck with the gang, the rest, I ain't really trust 'em

Six in the spin, got about two shells in the shotty
Mopeds wiz round do it properly, No face no case for my donnie
Roll haze, get payed and she on me, A shotgun you never had that in your hand, why you talking this fuckery, nigga, why you talking this fuckery?

How's man talking like this, & How's man talking like that?
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How's man talking bare shit, & How's man talking bare crap?
Banana clips in the trap, Click Clack fam you know it's a rap
That AK Big & Rusty, you would've thought it came from Iraq


Impala on 8s, dope boys on crates
Switch movement on watch 45 on the waist
Got a million dollar hustle a rich nigga fate white cocainá
While im flippin the plates
My nigga dribble down in VA on the run from the dea
Thats when niggas rolled button ups and white chucks like HOVA and errybody had ye's before 808's and heartbreaks the streets wasn't parlay gold thing royalties and loyalty wasn't everything
Ya lady held you down with or without a wedding ring
Sellin dope wasn't settling if you could smoke it they was sellin
Hard grind pediment
Street nigga pedigree
Tryna live a kingpin legacy
Pockets fat like letacy
Thank you to the heavenly...
Father for them dollas that got us straighter than the letter T
Honcho Honcho Honcho

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