She wanna be grown
Gold plate wit dat rine stone
She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight
And i’ll be sure to serve you with a cold plate,
'cause i don't have typical shit on my dinner plate
Let em marinate, you forever late
No cash for paint, i look great when beef on the plate,
Had to say it twice, its gettin' late
Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great
Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate
I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world
If this is the fuckin' plate you ordered,
No, i ain't, glazed donuts for luncheon, on my plate.
I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate
Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,
Play this shit while you contemplate
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