Silver Plaqs Lyrics – Maine Musik

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Hey, free my n!gga slimy jean
G-a-n-g-s-t-e-r-s, guest gangsters at his neck
Gangsters on the frontline, wartime on all necks and your dog’s neck

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Man, you better bang me, the gangster make me blank down
That media smoking an adam, poke the battle
It’s best you leave that b!tch sleeping
Her hip get up, go put y’all bite on the e
Can’t slip big breeze about bananas at all
Nick is gonna be feeding bananas
Y’all gorilla-a*s n!ggas, his back silver
’cause we left a silver slug in him, sound 6’2″
And we got him in the club with him

I ain’t finna mug, blowing
I don’t do straight mindset, ain’t finna talk no more
Come through this topic, I got this
Hey, free my sliming them, ain’t seen me when I jumped out
All they saw was these diamonds
And that beam on that mcnight
When I’m shining from the disk
This b!tch look like a lighthouse
With the lights out, on just a beach
And you and me, that b!tch, she finna see

I ain’t talking that water
So I’m talking who the feds are though
Boom, boom, boom, boom, that’s x-calico
You a hoe, you been a hoe for the capital a
And we gon’ keep it that way, b!tches

G-a-n-g-s-t-e-r-s chest
Gangsters on the frontline, it’s wartime, it’s lit
Gangsters flee tatties and they pangs and they flesh
Gangster gets wet in your homeboy neck
Fu*k n!ggas, what you saying, lil’ one?

I got this pole on, roll, roll, I ain’t playing with him
But I know them b!tches got cherries on them
If it’s kobe, then all of the stores
Let me ride through here slow like

Woo, woo, that go five-o, yeah, I’m pulling off his chains
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, I say that go five-o
Who you goofing off with them b!tches for?
I go back to the b.o.p
Tell that boy he don’t know me and I don’t know him
So keep that running back still on the field, fu*k tyreek hill
So I run this b!tch act like it’s real, like how we chill
Saying fast, saying kill yo’ pu*sy a*s, uh

Yeah, so stop defending me
I wasn’t even tripping on you dissing on the dead
But when you play with a creator, bae
When he in this creator space
He ain’t got no trust with the reality, n!gga
He a cooter, a kangaroo
I’ma walk in like a dingo
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Damn, real smoke now, damn
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Can I do a show now? we airwagon now
Ayy, baby, long now
And that beat pop out for the heat come out
You ain’t gon’ stick around, you way too gangsta for yourself
So turn your gangsta on, turn it on, you’ll see too high
Beat pop off and the heat come out
You don’t go stick around

Way too gangsta for your s*x, so turn your gangsta down
Say, ronald, turn your s*it down a little bit
You got your old dog on the wrist, they took up too much, old dog

I, I don’t see you nowhere
Haggle everywhere your pu*sy-a*s gang go
I free my n!ggas, slime me though
Free slime
Say, free my n!ggas, slime me though
Free slime, free slime
Metro living, n!gga