Silver Plaqs Lyrics – Maine Musik

Song Credits

Sone Name	Silver Plaqs
Lead Vocals	Maine Musik
Song Writer	Maine Musik
Music Producer	Maine Musik
Label	Maine Musik
Release Date	March 23, 2025
Song Language	English
Copyright ©	Maine Musik

Silver Plaqs Lyrics by Maine Musik

Hey, Free My Nigga Slimy Jean
G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R-S, Guest Gangsters At His Neck
Gangsters On The Frontline, Wartime On All Necks And Your Dog’s Neck

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Man, You Better Bang Me, The Gangster Make Me Blank Down
That Media Smokin’ An Adam, Poke The Battle
It’s Best You Leave That Bitch Sleepin’
Her Hip Get Up, Go Put Y’all Bite On The E,
Can’t Slip Big Breeze About Bananas At All
Nick Is Gonna Be Feeding Bananas
Y’all Gorilla-a*s Niggas, His Back Silver
’cause We Left A Silver Slug In Him, Sound 6’2″
And We Got Him In The Club With Him

I Ain’t Finna Mug, Blowin’
I Don’t Do Straight Mindset, Ain’t Finna Talk No More
Come Through This Topic, I Got This
Hey, Free My Slimin’ Them, Ain’t Seen Me When I Jumped Out
All They Saw Was These Diamonds
And That Beam On That Mcnight
When I’m Shinin’ From The Disk
This Bitch Look Like A Lighthouse
With The Lights Out, On Just A Beach
And You And Me, That Bitch, She Finna See

I Ain’t Talking That Water,
So I’m Talking Who The Feds Are Though
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, That’s X-calico
You A Hoe, You Been A Hoe For The Capital A
And We Gon’ Keep It That Way, Bitches

G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R-S Chest
Gangsters On The Frontline, It’s Wartime, It’s Lit
Gangsters Flee Tatties, And They Pangs, And They Flesh
Gangster Gets Wet In Your Homeboy Neck
Fu*k Niggas, What You Sayin’, Lil’ One?
I Got This Pole On, Roll, Roll, I Ain’t Playin’ With Him
But I Know Them Bitches Got Cherries On Them
If It’s Kobe, Then All Of The Stores
Let Me Ride Through Here Slow Like…

Woo, Woo, That Go Five-O, Yeah, I’m Pulling Off His Chains
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, I Say That Go Five-O
Who You Goofing Off With Them Bitches For?
I Go Back To The B.O.P.
Tell That Boy He Don’t Know Me, And I Don’t Know Him
So Keep That Running Back Still On The Field, Fu*k Tyreek Hill
So I Run This Bitch Act Like It’s Real, Like How We Chill
Sayin’ Fast, Sayin’ Kill Yo’ Pu*sy A*s, Uh

Yeah, So Stop Defending Me
I Wasn’t Even Trippin’ On You Dissin’ On The Dead
But When You Play With A Creator, Bae
When He In This Creator Space
He Ain’t Got No Trust With The Reality, Nigga
He A Cooter, A Kangaroo
I’ma Walk In Like A Dingo
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Damn, Real Smoke Now, Damn,
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Can I Do A Show Now? We Airwagon Now
Ayy, Baby, Long Now
And That Beat Pop Out For The Heat Come Out
You Ain’t Gon’ Stick Around, You Way Too Gangsta For Yourself
So Turn Your Gangsta On, Turn It On, You’ll See Too High
Beat Pop Off And The Heat Come Out
You Don’t Go Stick Around

Way Too Gangsta For Your Sex, So Turn Your Gangsta Down
Say, Ronald, Turn Your Shit Down A Little Bit
You Got Your Old Dog On The Wrist, They Took Up Too Much, Old Dog

I, I Don’t See You Nowhere
Haggle Everywhere Your Pu*sy-a*s Gang Go
I Free My Niggas, Slime Me Though
Free Slime
Say, Free My Niggas, Slime Me Though
Free Slime, Free Slime
Metro Livin’, Nigga

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