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Plastic
140
West Coast Rap
Plastic was released on March 4, 2014 by Crack Baby Ent. / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution as a part of the album Super Bowl Champ Joey Porter & Thizz Nation Present: Heir To the Thizz Throne
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Release DateMarch 4, 2014
LabelCrackbaby Entertainment / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Credits

Lyrics

These **** is plastic, these bitches is plastic
It's the Speaker Knockerz
Smiling all in my face, sting your hand for a shake
Lord knows me, hoe, these **** is snakes
And these bitches be fake, staring all on my plate
And the Lord knowing they hoes, we just need to get this straight
No, I ain't no tricking ass rapper
And no, I ain't one of them actors
I'm with the shit and that's the shit that made me one of them factors
Go back a few of my chapters, I don't know where I got this swagger
Growing up, in the hood, full of cut-throats and jackers
Half my enemies is frenemies
Motherfuckers that are kin to me
The same motherfuckers that would kill for me
Be the same **** thinking about killing me
And that's bullshit, hood shit
Got me running around with a full clip
While the police watching me, photography
Trying to see if I grind or I pull the licks
I'm just making my rounds
Ain't no stopping me now
Shoot at the haters for making a frown
Shoot at the police before it go down
I'm just making my rounds
Ain't no stopping me now
Shoot at them haters for making a sound
Shoot at the rollers before it go down
These **** is plastic, these bitches is plastic
These **** is plastic, these bitches is plastic
These **** is plastic, these bitches is plastic
These **** is plastic, these bitches is plastic
And that's that shit I don't like
And that's that script you go by
I prefer the paper, you that plastic hoe type
**** like you got no life
I can see through your whole hype
Mouth big, money little
When I see 'em, hospitals
All the real **** ain't dead
And all the real **** ain't in the pen
All the real **** getting bread
Staying out the way, taking care of them kids
These rappers ain't got no game
And I ain't the one to drop names
But these Trinidads and these Waka Flockas ain't got no fucking flame
Fake tits, fake ass, this fake bitch gets no pass
Her hair fake, her nails fake, and that there's a red flag
Cross me, you know that's costly, toe tag
Need no ****, need no mask, just street sweeper and trash bags
These **** is plastic, these bitches is plastic
These **** is plastic, these bitches is plastic
These **** is plastic, these bitches is plastic
These **** is plastic, these bitches is plastic
Written by: Christopher Allen Young
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