"PlungE" lyrics

"PlungE"
(from ""Rob & Romesh Vs" soundtrack)

I saw the future but I'm not a seer
Whole lotta money I hung out with BIA
I practiced IFA, pray to Oshun like in Santeria
They probably think I sold my soul but I don't drive a KIA

Just sold out all my work and now I gotta re-up
I lost the spelling bee the word was onomatopoeia
Thank the creator when I raw dogged ain't catch gonorrhea
Entertaining them and lion like a coliseum

It wasn't yours until our consummation
Nobody could predict the condom breaking
Can't retire til my name won't leave the conversation
So many moves hit after hit look like a combination

Tryna go viral not venereal
My name is fly always been aerial
Still wear a mask just like my name was Rey Mysterio
The first raps I recorded was on cassettes in my stereo

Cut from a different cloth and made some new material
Diggin' in deep and I ain't talking about burials
Was a cofounder just like harry o
Shoutout my tribe
Rip phife!
What's the scenario?!

You hear me spitting with this native tongue
I ain't kidding it's apparent I'm they favorite son
I been top 3 so yall can't say that I ain't the one
I'm shittin' on the competition watch em take a plunge

Fly!


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