Uncle Corolla lyrics
by Ralfy the Plug
[Intro]
(Thank You Fizzle)
[Chorus]
I knew that n*gga was a cop from his combover
Mom's like, "God got you, why you bring that gun over?"
Three-hundred in a pop, b*tch, no, you can't have none of my soda
I'm in a foreign, and you still in your uncle Corolla
I knew that n*gga was a cop from his combover
Mom's like, "God got you, why you bring that gun over?"
Three-hundred in a pop, b*tch, no, you can't have none of my soda
I'm in a foreign, and you still in your uncle Corolla
[Verse]
I'm on my third foreign, you still in your uncle Corolla
Three-hundred in a pop, b*tch, you know I spill mud in my soda
Every time you see The Plug, you know the gun on his holster
All my n*ggas gettin' money, b*tch, ain't none of them broke n*ggas
I f*cked a bad b*tch that got a loaf, I'm a gold digger
They f*ckin' with the plug 'cause they know I'm for sure a winner
I'm gettin' real money, and that n*gga's a ass sniffer
We the winnin' team, the streets know who bag bigger
Extended shots on the Glock 'cause I stay in the trenches
Fake tough n*ggas tryna plot, but they hang with snitches
Even Ray Charles can see these n*ggas a gang of b*tches
pus*y n*ggas soft as f*ck, they a gang of kitties, The Plug
[Chorus]
I knew that n*gga was a cop from his combover
Mom's like, "God got you, why you bring that gun over?"
Three-hundred in a pop, b*tch, no, you can't have none of my soda
I'm in a foreign, and you still in your uncle Corolla
I knew that n*gga was a cop from his combover
Mom's like, "God got you, why you bring that gun over?"
Three-hundred in a pop, b*tch, no, you can't have none of my soda
I'm in a foreign, and you still in your uncle Corolla
[Chorus]
I knew that n*gga was a cop from his combover
Mom's like, "God got you, why you bring that gun over?"
Three-hundred in a pop, b*tch, no, you can't have none of my soda
I'm in a foreign, and you still in your uncle Corolla
I knew that n*gga was a cop from his combover
Mom's like, "God got you, why you bring that gun over?"
Three-hundred in a pop, b*tch, no, you can't have none of my soda
I'm in a foreign, and you still in your uncle Corolla