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mary low - dinner plate Lyrics



mary low - dinner plate Lyrics
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[ Featuring $pyder ]

There is no f*cking producer, no rapper, no r&b singer
Hold on!
Real music, different music stop the imitate
Say you an artist but what music do you really make?
Your ma shoulda swallowed, shit, you a mistake
So much food, in your face, you never seen a bigger dinner plate!
Why you talk funny? I know I stutter
But you know I came out the gutter
You know you ain't seen this kind of cutter
It got all of these attachments
I might just blam shit
I might just kill that ni**a and his f*cking bitch
I really don't care
Not at all
I don't
Give a f*ck
Why is you talking to me ni**a you know what's up
If you really hate me
Please fade me
I just wanna fight
I just wanna f*ck your bitch too
I might call her baby
I ain't talk to her lately
Last week she was f*cking me dirty
Said you an artist but what music do you really make?
Your ma shoulda swallowed, shit, you a mistake
So much food, in your face, you ain't never seen a bigger dinner plate!
Got no opps I move in silence
Changing like the climate
Put it down at the table
Money in my account no labels
Say do what you're able
Cook on weekends like I'm able
Write about me fables
Hope they don't say I'm unstable
Im pushing cables for my cash, can't even trap no more
Macklemore the way his boots shake, when I pull out my staple
If they try to tap my woods, that shit only for maple
Order my tomatoes straight from Naples, why the hoes stay faithful
I stay penny pinching
Watch my money pistol gripping
Can't have people think I'm ever flinching
Ain't no competition present
I get paper like I make art
Throw riots in the kitchen when I cook
Ain't listen to shit like my name Mozart or Bach when bitches talking in my clique
I'll stay moshing in the pit
With hella clips down
Every pair of pants that I walked in this bithc with
I ain't talking about stiff dicks
We pull out if there's problems, we don't need no hit list
Say you an artist but what music do you really make?
Your ma shoulda swallowed, shit, you a mistake
So much food, in your face, you never seen a bigger dinner plate!
Say you an artist but what music do you really make?
Your ma shoulda swallowed, shit, you a mistake
So much food, in your face, you never seen a bigger dinner plate!
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There is no f*cking producer, no rapper, no r&b singer
Hold on!
Real music, different music stop the imitate
Say you an artist but what music do you really make?
Your ma shoulda swallowed, shit, you a mistake
So much food, in your face, you never seen a bigger dinner plate!
Why you talk funny? I know I stutter
But you know I came out the gutter
You know you ain't seen this kind of cutter
It got all of these attachments
I might just blam shit
I might just kill that ni**a and his f*cking bitch
I really don't care
Not at all
I don't
Give a f*ck
Why is you talking to me ni**a you know what's up
If you really hate me
Please fade me
I just wanna fight
I just wanna f*ck your bitch too
I might call her baby
I ain't talk to her lately
Last week she was f*cking me dirty
Said you an artist but what music do you really make?
Your ma shoulda swallowed, shit, you a mistake
So much food, in your face, you ain't never seen a bigger dinner plate!
Got no opps I move in silence
Changing like the climate
Put it down at the table
Money in my account no labels
Say do what you're able
Cook on weekends like I'm able
Write about me fables
Hope they don't say I'm unstable
Im pushing cables for my cash, can't even trap no more
Macklemore the way his boots shake, when I pull out my staple
If they try to tap my woods, that shit only for maple
Order my tomatoes straight from Naples, why the hoes stay faithful
I stay penny pinching
Watch my money pistol gripping
Can't have people think I'm ever flinching
Ain't no competition present
I get paper like I make art
Throw riots in the kitchen when I cook
Ain't listen to shit like my name Mozart or Bach when bitches talking in my clique
I'll stay moshing in the pit
With hella clips down
Every pair of pants that I walked in this bithc with
I ain't talking about stiff dicks
We pull out if there's problems, we don't need no hit list
Say you an artist but what music do you really make?
Your ma shoulda swallowed, shit, you a mistake
So much food, in your face, you never seen a bigger dinner plate!
Say you an artist but what music do you really make?
Your ma shoulda swallowed, shit, you a mistake
So much food, in your face, you never seen a bigger dinner plate!
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Writer: Jeremiah Loring, Raghav Surya
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: mary low
Featuring: $pyder
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Jeremiah Loring, Raghav Surya

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