Victorious lyrics
by Ralfy the Plug
[Intro: Ralfy the Plug]
(Ron-Ron, load it up, Ron-Ron, load it up)
Hm
Free the Ruler (Ron-Ron, do that sh*t)
Hm
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
Pull up to the club lookin' victorious (Skrrt-skrrt)
Back to back in them good foreigns (Skrrt)
A n*gga play with me, leave him disoriented
I think he mad 'cause his clique poor as sh*t
Pull up to the club lookin' victorious (Skrrt-skrrt)
Back to back in them good foreigns (Skrrt)
A n*gga play with me, leave him disoriented
I think he mad 'cause his clique poor as sh*t
[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
Pull up to the club lookin' victorious
Hm, hammer on me, I look like Thor in this b*tch
Diamonds hit the light, doin' more than glistenin'
Sketchers on, b*tch, don't get sh*t twisted
It's still Givenchy for all of my denim
The workin' with the pigs, so I can't be friends with them
Stinc Tеam the sh*t, b*tch, it's always the win with them
Tеll your b*tch to pay her fee in all Benjamins, the Plug
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
Pull up to the club lookin' victorious (Skrrt-skrrt)
Back to back in them good foreigns (Skrrt)
A n*gga play with me, leave him disoriented
I think he mad 'cause his clique poor as sh*t
Pull up to the club lookin' victorious (Skrrt-skrrt)
Back to back in them good foreigns (Skrrt)
A n*gga play with me, leave him disoriented
I think he mad 'cause his clique poor as sh*t
[Verse 2: Ketchy the Great]
Walk him down 'til his body drop
Whack a n*gga, forget about him, smokin' Pop Rocks
You undercover, cuffin' a thot, you n*ggas coppers
Talkin' 'bout a bag, you broken b*tches need to stop
Gang tats, investigation
The cops watchin' 'cause we havin' the iced-out watches
We got Percs and Oxycontin
The chop givin' closed coffins, slam a n*gga, Steve Austin
Iced on, cold stunt a n*gga when the Glock hit, b*tch
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
Pull up to the club lookin' victorious
Back to back in them good foreigns
A n*gga play with me, leave him disoriented
I think he mad 'cause his clique poor as sh*t (Bums)
Pull up to the club lookin' victorious (Skrrt-skrrt)
Back to back in them good foreigns (Skrrt)
A n*gga play with me, leave him disoriented
I think he mad 'cause his clique poor as sh*t