Lyrics:
The way you move your body babe
I'm tryna rip that clothing off
Ima hit that all day
Till we both start dozing off
Got a lot up on my plate
My business
it
Bounce back
Split yo shit
Same way
Ill swing a club
9 iron to green
Meet me at the club
Niggas stressing
And shit was all
Bout a dub
People so dirty
niggas want beef in this bitch
Then it's time to dine go get me a plate
So high I can't see in this bitch
If they get to mugging I clear out the place
They
Never have I ever got a plate with more than scraps and
Never have I ever sold out on myself and cashed in
Gave up never have I ever nah nah
Lamed up ever
through
Mommy say son me wah u careful
Gwan hold d faith put in d work until you plate full
Me Grateful fi better days but me still a feel d pain is like
Ay, trap jumping', like crack in' 88
Came from nothing', ramen noodles, Paper plates
I'm going to' be something', not just Average gonna' be great,
to another
Making adjustments
Spinning plates
Hurry here and hurry there
And I hate to cut in that line
But I do what I can do to cut corners
Only to save
the song protest.
The plates began to shift,
Perfect lefts come rolling in,
I was alone and far away, hey,
When I heard the band start playing,
plates, no silverware
All you niggas my E-hoes
Toss a kilo like a free throw
Crack house, it had the peephole
Made it through to the other side
Now
Son is still shine, shed light now
Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate
Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer
He's
yo face
I ain't no pretty boy nigga I'm a felony case
My daddy was slangin iron back in '78
Is you listenin to it nigga I'm I settin you straight
boy)
{Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and shit?
(He's spittin flames right now baby
He at the top of his game, right
Shed light now breakdown, liquidate God
Fucking grab the nickel plate
'Spencer: For Hire'
Tension when we mention Dryer
He's a slave cop, behave pop
sick,l like flu spit and flu cough
Take it off and you lost, the tough talk get tooled off
Keep the four iron near, keep on thinkin' that it's for golf
was there in your eyes
We grew up in a war zone city with a cast iron wind
Broken lives, darken streets, and twisted steel
But around our house the sky
Niggas got me twisted like a bottle cap
We could wash the fifties at the laundromat (yeah)
I used to iron money just to make it straight (oh-oh)
Now I
that iron
Niggas, they losin' they life
I'm with a whole lot of bosses
Nigga get whacked, we not takin' no losses
I put that shit on and I don't
(Eight bitches)
This my last cup
I can't afford to spill none
(I can't spill none)
Told the chef make my plate
When the meal done (When it's done)
Jeeezy
temptations, slap-boxed in the devil's cage
The globetrotter, spot rusher
I bust in your mouth like a gusher, it's Wu-Tang motherfucker!
"Iron Man," I cock my
Well the day has just begun and I'm already running late
With too many irons in the fire and too much on my plate
I'd be pulling out my hair if I
birth of agility
Who will it be to test me and expose their futility
Iron like a lion from Zion stop tryin' so hard
I think I smell your brain cells
In '75, oh, what a beautiful sight
The flight of a spalding on an October night
The iron man fisk hit a prayer in the air
And with the wave of his
or should we make it right in this place?
All this mother fucking beef, I need some rice on this plate
Talked to your wifey today, she feeling triflin' she
believe these hoes temporary company
My pockets on perm yeah my paper straight
I'm in the streets eating need a paper plate
It ain't no barbecue why you
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