Young Dolph — The Plug Best Friend lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "The Plug Best Friend" by Young Dolph.


800 dolla sweats
And some mothafucking Timb boots
I don’t fuck with basic hoes they too simple
Work a basic bitch like a pimp do Now she ain’t selling ass, she driving with the gas
Rolled a superman blunt, half cooked half hash
Your bitch wanna ride with me because my car go really fast
Left her now she feeling sad
I’m too busy getting cash
She said where the love at I said I don’t love that
Told her I keep my love the same place I keep my slugs at Fuck I picked up my phone, where my nigga cause at Keep a baby bottle like Tommy from the roadrats
Now I ain’t got no job like Tommy off of Martin
All we do is smoke weed, fuck, shop and party
Ghetto ass bitch but she swear she a barbie
Am I bout to bend her over, shit probably
She told me that she got the sloppy
I cooked that bitch like Hibachi
Go to magic city just to eat steak and broccoli
They hating but can’t stop me My side bitch wear
My Mexican girl I call her hot tamale
Fifty p’s of strong, got empty apartment
Got married to the streets and
Went and found the plug and turned him into my best friend
I told the plug we to death to us part
Started running the place like Patrick Ewing and John Starks
Uh huh
It’s done
Whole me Yeah I’m the plug best friend
That’s me Hahahaa
Real nigga shit mane
These niggas don’t see me with this shit mane hahaha