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Plugg Video (MV)




Performed By: Duecey
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Samuel Embry-Cook




Duecey - Plugg Lyrics




This how we gone do it I'm gone get straight to it don't cap in my music they follow the wave cause I'm way to influenced

I told the plug put the thrax in the bag
Whole 100 ps imma crack it down fast
Crocodile dundy Burberry London fear of god pants for a crocodile patch
Run that shit up threw some racks to my dad
Jakes get behind us I'm smashing the dash
I put my dick in the crack of her moth she told me put my thumb in the crack of her ass

They curious bout me I'm way to intriguing
He got on offwhite but that shit from last season
She gave me head with all gums like she teething
They had no faith so I made em believers
Yeezy Stans smith raf Simmons my kind of adidas
I'm hot like a fever they chill as a freezer
Tape finna drop but this just a lil teaser
Wouldn't put me on court so I hopped off the bleachers

She wanna come to the stash house
Don't gotta look when I back out
Moon boots on feet I think I'm a cash cow
We smoking fire you can't put this gas out
Vibes in the loft with they ass out
Hit a backwood then she passed out
I bust two nuts then I crash out
Ran up the bill threw the tab out
Shut that you flash we can't brag bout

Ain't money then what is we talking about
Act funny we dumping and chalking him out
Floral Gucci rugby to cover her tummy
Her clothes were half off when she walked in the house
Jose want 12 but I brought the shit down
Sent the chop at him he fall to the ground
She staring at Duecey cause i got on Louis Ro got Dior gang gone toss her around
Wop in some Virgil the stick in his gurtle itching to shoot em bet not make no sound
Reek in the cut booling you know that's my blood I give him da ups den them slimes gone surround
Zaza with da package it came in some pounds
Ar with a scope and a whole hunnit rounds
Cartie got cookie it's platinum like jewelry we taxing them clowns if they from out of town

Need all that goofy shit thrown out the way I beat her back now she blown out of shape Bad bitch a vibe she get flown out today already f*cked we not going on no dates
Spark some moon rock now I flown out of space if I don't take drugs I feel so out of place
Having my way but it's not my bday like a candle I'm lit so I blow out the cake

Rack full of blues none of my money green
I did em dirty the shots I took clean
Hit em up close or I fade back and float either way I won't miss him cause I got a bean
Training wheels off imma ride for the team
Opps gone take a loss you bet not intervene
Send his pussy ass up now he gaining his wings
Rip pop smoke Christian Dior Dior mike amiri my jeans
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This how we gone do it I'm gone get straight to it don't cap in my music they follow the wave cause I'm way to influenced

I told the plug put the thrax in the bag
Whole 100 ps imma crack it down fast
Crocodile dundy Burberry London fear of god pants for a crocodile patch
Run that shit up threw some racks to my dad
Jakes get behind us I'm smashing the dash
I put my dick in the crack of her moth she told me put my thumb in the crack of her ass

They curious bout me I'm way to intriguing
He got on offwhite but that shit from last season
She gave me head with all gums like she teething
They had no faith so I made em believers
Yeezy Stans smith raf Simmons my kind of adidas
I'm hot like a fever they chill as a freezer
Tape finna drop but this just a lil teaser
Wouldn't put me on court so I hopped off the bleachers

She wanna come to the stash house
Don't gotta look when I back out
Moon boots on feet I think I'm a cash cow
We smoking fire you can't put this gas out
Vibes in the loft with they ass out
Hit a backwood then she passed out
I bust two nuts then I crash out
Ran up the bill threw the tab out
Shut that you flash we can't brag bout

Ain't money then what is we talking about
Act funny we dumping and chalking him out
Floral Gucci rugby to cover her tummy
Her clothes were half off when she walked in the house
Jose want 12 but I brought the shit down
Sent the chop at him he fall to the ground
She staring at Duecey cause i got on Louis Ro got Dior gang gone toss her around
Wop in some Virgil the stick in his gurtle itching to shoot em bet not make no sound
Reek in the cut booling you know that's my blood I give him da ups den them slimes gone surround
Zaza with da package it came in some pounds
Ar with a scope and a whole hunnit rounds
Cartie got cookie it's platinum like jewelry we taxing them clowns if they from out of town

Need all that goofy shit thrown out the way I beat her back now she blown out of shape Bad bitch a vibe she get flown out today already f*cked we not going on no dates
Spark some moon rock now I flown out of space if I don't take drugs I feel so out of place
Having my way but it's not my bday like a candle I'm lit so I blow out the cake

Rack full of blues none of my money green
I did em dirty the shots I took clean
Hit em up close or I fade back and float either way I won't miss him cause I got a bean
Training wheels off imma ride for the team
Opps gone take a loss you bet not intervene
Send his pussy ass up now he gaining his wings
Rip pop smoke Christian Dior Dior mike amiri my jeans
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Writer: Samuel Embry-Cook
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