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54 Plate Lyrics - Artist : Jay Silva
(In a 54 plate, started off 54 plate)
(Yeah yay) Started off in a 54 plate (yeah yeah) Now I drip in the coldest Balmain (yeah yeah) And these bitches they wanna foreplay (yeah yeah) But I can't do anything without the dough And I put my hands up like I'm innocent but I drive a white coupe like it's heaven sent Started off in a 54 plate (yeah yeah) Now I drip in the coldest Balmain (yeah yeah) Crazy how things change since the old days I remember I spent my first bag on a 54 plate Shoutout my nigga [?], he's the realest nigga with me Full time [?] pinkies, but I still roll with the beanies Yeah I started from the ground up Just tryna get all my pounds up Looking at all of these German whips And I can't even drive them What you know about no claim bonus That shit was a killer Now I'm driving the finest cocaine Gripping the bar up People tryna do me wrong, but I gotta stay strong Hitters tryna get closer, I'm not your Muslim brother Never asking for the drama, imma need [?] Doing this shit like a loner, cause I'm riding till it's over Bitches getting fed up, cause I talk about the same thing When you have money coming in, you can never get tired of it I remember I was a young kid, dreaming of rari's and rovers Now all I gotta do is call the plug, for the rari's and rovers Started off in a 54 plate (yeah yeah) Now I drip in the coldest Balmain (yeah yeah) And these bitches they wanna foreplay (yeah yeah) But I can't do anything without the dough And I put my hands up like I'm innocent but I drive a white coupe like it's heaven sent Started off in a 54 plate (yeah yeah) Now I drip in the coldest Balmain (yeah yeah) (Ay ya ya) (Jay Silva) |
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