Plug Doll by Tiny Jag Lyrics
(Yeah, yeah)
Propaganda in the Auto Clinic got me feeling fat
And a bunch of other shit I decided after that
Bought this lil bitch a single-scoop for calling me wack
At least she honest, that's more than all you niggas give back
Rocking designer, but it's dirty
It's used with a story
Like my movie dates gory
All guts, no glory
I can't finish a forty
That shit make me too full
But that tequila make me come alive and hop on the bull
Last plug thought he was getting over 'cause I'm a bitch
Thought I wasn't gonna peep because I'm scratchin' a itch
Should of busted his lip, should of assaulted his bitch
Should of went across his mother-fucking head with a fifth
But I'm peaceful and shit
Just think about it for kicks
But when I make it home and I get all alone
I'ma sit down at my alter, I might turn on a song
With no words, just sounds, real dazed and shit
And I'ma make a little doll out of clay and shit
Knotgrass and black candles, oh he paying for this
And my morbid instability been waiting for this
Placing curses, hope it's worth it when you're counting your chips
The ones you stacked by getting over on these unknowing chicks
Stupid prick I hope you trip and fall on your dick
In the splits and this little doll will make you my bitch
You in the splits and this little doll will make you my bitch
Yuh
Propaganda in the Auto Clinic got me feeling fat
And a bunch of other shit I decided after that
Bought this lil bitch a single-scoop for calling me wack
At least she honest, that's more than all you niggas give back
Rocking designer, but it's dirty
It's used with a story
Like my movie dates gory
All guts, no glory
I can't finish a forty
That shit make me too full
But that tequila make me come alive and hop on the bull
Last plug thought he was getting over 'cause I'm a bitch
Thought I wasn't gonna peep because I'm scratchin' a itch
Should of busted his lip, should of assaulted his bitch
Should of went across his mother-fucking head with a fifth
But I'm peaceful and shit
Just think about it for kicks
But when I make it home and I get all alone
I'ma sit down at my alter, I might turn on a song
With no words, just sounds, real dazed and shit
And I'ma make a little doll out of clay and shit
Knotgrass and black candles, oh he paying for this
And my morbid instability been waiting for this
Placing curses, hope it's worth it when you're counting your chips
The ones you stacked by getting over on these unknowing chicks
Stupid prick I hope you trip and fall on your dick
In the splits and this little doll will make you my bitch
You in the splits and this little doll will make you my bitch
Yuh