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Collection Plate
by Ray Will
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Pass it around, Pass it around
Feel like Pastor cashin it out
Touching they head passin out
Mlk fans passin em out
Look at your neighbor
And ask for a pound
Turn to the other
Ask for a round
Take all of that pass to a child
And when it's all bad you ask for an out
That's how you do me
When shit lookin down
That's how you do me
You n****s so foul
Question my greatness
And Knock off my crown
Give up yo soul
As long as the cash and the gold
In a pile
When it all fails
You look to the clouds
Come before me and yo ass is gon bow
Na n***a
Don't fuck with me now
God don't like ugly
God don't like hate
God don't like ignorance
Arrogance or fakes
God don't like pride
God don't like lies
God don't like bitch n****s
Who fuckin up the vibe
Pass it around, pass it around
Pass it around, pass it around
Money make the World go round
Pass it around, pass it around
Pass it around, pass it around
Welp, Welp
Yay
Yay yay yay yay
Yay yay yay yay
Yay yay welp
Shit calm down
N****s Know
I sit on throne
I switch the mode
I kill the most
You do the most
Don't get approach
Don't get exposed
You bitch made
You fit the mold
I pour the maker
Sip it slow
Smoke that major
If it's rolled
I make the bangers
10 in row
N****s know
You peeped the show
You peeped the flow n***a
I switch the flow n***a
You need the flow n***a
Keep the flow
I'm one of one
There no one above
I know God is Love
N****s know
That I'm Kenny Edmonds
When I pen the records
Got damn Ray Will boy
Where's ya effort
But I'm goin hard as medusa
Shit you ain't use to
But baby I do this
N****s know
That I earned this
Bout Heavy as my 3rd disc
What you mean dog I merk shit
You ain't close n***a
But stay encouraged
Yea i live in the furnace
Don't burn me
It ain't worth it
I'm the one but the third pick
I make the earth sick
MJ young Ray fade away
Perfect
I'm servin
I'm swirvin
It's curtains
I'm certain
They heard me
Don't worry
These verses
Need Hearst's
Write the vision
Make it plain
No cursive
Book of Ray Will
You should learn it
You can see it
But please return it
Please return it
Sheesh
Pass it around, Pass it around
Feel like Pastor cashin it out
Touching they head passin out
Mlk fans passin em out
Look at your neighbor
And ask for a pound
Turn to the other
Ask for a round
Take all of that pass to a child
And when it's all bad you ask for an out
That's how you do me
When shit lookin down
That's how you do me
You n****s so foul
Question my greatness
And Knock off my crown
Give up yo soul
As long as the cash and the gold
In a pile
When it all fails
You look to the clouds
Come before me and yo ass is gon bow
Na n***a
Don't fuck with me now
God don't like ugly
God don't like hate
God don't like ignorance
Arrogance or fakes
God don't like pride
God don't like lies
God don't like bitch n****s
Who fuckin up the vibe
Pass it around, pass it around
Pass it around, pass it around
Money make the World go round
Pass it around, pass it around
Pass it around, pass it around
Welp, Welp
Yay
Yay yay yay yay
Yay yay yay yay
Yay yay welp
Shit calm down
N****s Know
I sit on throne
I switch the mode
I kill the most
You do the most
Don't get approach
Don't get exposed
You bitch made
You fit the mold
I pour the maker
Sip it slow
Smoke that major
If it's rolled
I make the bangers
10 in row
N****s know
You peeped the show
You peeped the flow n***a
I switch the flow n***a
You need the flow n***a
Keep the flow
I'm one of one
There no one above
I know God is Love
N****s know
That I'm Kenny Edmonds
When I pen the records
Got damn Ray Will boy
Where's ya effort
But I'm goin hard as medusa
Shit you ain't use to
But baby I do this
N****s know
That I earned this
Bout Heavy as my 3rd disc
What you mean dog I merk shit
You ain't close n***a
But stay encouraged
Yea i live in the furnace
Don't burn me
It ain't worth it
I'm the one but the third pick
I make the earth sick
MJ young Ray fade away
Perfect
I'm servin
I'm swirvin
It's curtains
I'm certain
They heard me
Don't worry
These verses
Need Hearst's
Write the vision
Make it plain
No cursive
Book of Ray Will
You should learn it
You can see it
But please return it
Please return it
Sheesh
