Lyrics Conway The Machine – Dinner Plate
Text:
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
Aye yo
The razor blade under the tongue
Piru white Panamera, I was playin’ some punk
Test the yay before you pay, rub a taste on your gums
And if it’s straight give me my cake and we done
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like it fills gloves yo, we choppin’ keys, cop and squeeze
He tried to walk me so I shot his knees
Yellow diamonds all on the Rolley sittin’ on top of sleeves
Popped me, they caught me 20 blocks from Lee’s
Please Allah can you save me? Down ’til four and a baby
Nah I’m just playin’, MAC 11 sprayin’, invasion
Thirty shell casings layin’ on the pavement, Lord
They save the Devil wears Dolce
Hitler wears Armes skill for a trophy
Send a Kike to hammer and spray
Tell him blam it away and hit whatever stand in the way
Yay, we got yayo on the dinner plate
Yay, we got yayo on the dinner plate
Yay, we got yayo on the dinner plate
Yay, we got yayo on the dinner plate
Like I said man, you bitch niggas in trouble man. Know what I mean? You bitch made niggas in trouble man. I see through you fuck niggas man. Straight up nigga. Got drums for you niggas man, been hearing all the talkin’ nigga. Straight up nigga, we t-shirt niggas man. We black bag niggas man. Hall and Nash nigga. Yeah. How you want it? When you want it nigga?
