Rytis - Mary Mota

I sell drugs
I'm the plug
I sell drugs
I'm the plug
I got xans
I got pills
I got coke
I got mud
Sprite with the Act but you gotta mix it in the cup
Got the dope
Roll it Up
Turn that Doja into smoke
You ain't gonn know how it's hittin bitch if you don't take a tote
Need to put the profit in my pocket
No Question
All about my Dolla Dolla Bills yall Wyclef Jean
So I'm rolling in the city
Duffel bag of the onions
Got big dreams of being rich but no you won't see me stuntin
So much bread you think it's counterfeit the way I been juggin
All these pidgeonss
Clickin Cluckin bout Me
Thanksin They Givings
Either you out or you in it
Either you brave or you timid
When you get a pack it better finish
Or else they blasting you ain't askin
Don't give no fuck bout your feelings
Feeling stuck yeah you know what the deal
Pay that tag back wit some interest
Mood fluctuating wit the
passing of the sentence
You might get saved if that judge passing your sentence
You know your ass woulda been grass
If them streets was faster than the money you spending
Money that we shoulda been lending
Put some in the communities
Let it bounce back to the children
Fuck that we stackin up the paper
Till my car match my door hinges
And put my middle finger up
Writing fuck yous to the government up in them emails and sent it
Just so they know that I meant it
I'm sellin dope in they village
Snow so paramount you cannot comprehend it
The way to the golden ticket is to plan it out
Man makes plans and God laughs
The Fuck is that about
Plans and designs I'm against it
I came to set my intentions
Rhyme scheme passin over over in another dimension
I sell drugs
I'm the plug
I sell drugs
I'm the plug
I got Xans
I got pills
I got coke
I got mud
Sprite with the Act but you gotta mix it in the cup

Written by:
Ramone P

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