paroles de chanson Plug - The Game , Kevin Gates
I
almost
died
in
Mississippi,
niggas
look
at
me
like
I'm
God
Bitch,
I'm
young,
black,
and
gifted,
tell
my
mama
she
did
her
job
I-20
straight
to
Yazoo
at
17
David
Banner
posters
on
the
wall
over
the
triple
beam
Couldn't
break
a
brick
down
without
playin'
Prince
in
the
background
Drive
that
shit
to
New
Orleans
and
catch
a
flight
to
Naptown
Vale
stayed,
I
told
him,
"Put
that
trappin'
to
the
side"
Jackson
niggas
ran
up
on
him,
I
landed
the
day
he
died
Bitch,
I'm
out
here
in
my
truth,
watched
Texaco
turn
to
Arco
Taco
Bell
shells,
my
orders
come
straight
from
the
narcos
Yayo
by
the
carload,
50-round
drums
Run
up
in
them
banks
and
buck,
that
lil'
bitch
game
on
the
run
Rocket
launcher
in
the
projects,
got
me
feelin'
like
I'm
Zeus
Rain
clouds
inside
the
Pyrex,
birds
clappin'
on
the
roof
If
you
can't
fly
the
plane
in
front
of
me,
bitch,
get
drug
up
out
this
coupe
If
you
scared
to
be
blindfolded,
you
ain't
gettin'
introduced
My
balls
is
my
word
I
got
them
shits
for
17,
I
got
a
plug
in
Medellín
And
my
plug
don't
speak
no
English,
yeah,
he
still
know
what
I
mean
Sellin'
crumbles
out
on
stumble,
my
balance
is
triple
beam
In
the
kitchen
with
my
Carbon
15
Still
on
point
when
I
swerve,
nigga,
my
balls
is
my
word
I
went
on
tour
with
Snoop
Dogg,
my
dog
got
caught
with
them
birds
I
don't
give
no
fuck
what
you
heard,
I
don't
give
a
fuck,
get
you
murked
I'll
put
your
ass
in
dirt
and
say
your
name
in
my
next
verse
Rest
in
peace
to
Killer
Stone,
bricks
goin'
for
13
Trappin'
out
the
section
with
that
texture,
served
my
first
fiend
(first
fiend)
Shakin'
clumps
out
my
soda
box,
straight
drop
and
cocaine
(cocaine)
Shout
out
Creighton
Stewart,
he
introduced
me
to
the
dope
game
Standin'
over
stove
tops,
the
smokers
say
it's
propane
Jumpin'
out
the
coke
pot,
I'm
workin'
with
a
whole
thang
Murder
deep
in
the
paint,
high-percentage
shots
Homicide
division,
apply
pressure
inside
the
box
Lot
of
body
language,
stay
solid,
that
say
a
lot
Roadside
assistance,
my
drivers
get
paid
a
lot
All
I
wanted
was
a
trap,
some
money,
car,
and
a
girlfriend
(yes,
I
know)
Prayed
to
the
Lord
for
a
plug
and
I
got
them
birds
in
Partner
need
a
foreigner
face
and
I
told
him
slide
(my
guy)
Five
ton
recompressed,
I
could
bless
you
for
35
(no
problem)
Spread
it
through
my
girl,
he
got
shipped
and
he
tryna
call
home
(stay
on
it,
bitch)
Shot
the
text
to
my
trap
girl,
grab
me
somethin'
to
talk
on
I
got
them
shits
for
17,
I
got
a
plug
in
Medellín
And
my
plug
don't
speak
no
English,
yeah,
he
still
know
what
I
mean
Sellin'
crumbles
out
on
stumble,
my
balance
is
triple
beam
In
the
kitchen
with
my
Carbon
15
Still
on
point
when
I
swerve,
nigga,
my
balls
is
my
word
I
went
on
tour
with
Snoop
Dogg,
my
dog
got
caught
with
them
birds
I
don't
give
no
fuck
what
you
heard,
I
don't
give
a
fuck,
get
you
murked
I'll
put
your
ass
in
dirt
and
say
your
name
in
my
next
verse
1 Mind Body and Soul
2 Flex
3 Empire State Flow
4 Stunna?
5 Kirk Cousins
6 I Feel Like a Dope Boy
7 Plug
8 Rent Due
9 Trap Boy Dreams
10 Bend a Corner
11 Mickey Ears
12 Control
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