Hit-Boy - Fix Me A Plate lyrics

Dom Kennedy: Entities, Can't test you Entities, Can't test you Entities, Ca- I ain't ate all day/I told her Fix me a plate I got police on my bumper, Baby momma issues and the streets tryna k** you But i was born in LA/and it Ain't no escape If you see superman he gun look like me/ you ain't have this feeling since Nate Dogg at least Hit-Boy:None of these, can't test you Dom Kennedy: You really thought you was guna see us lose? Look at the wood Cartier frames, aye But i ain't ate all day Larry June: yeah I had to make me a plate, dom Lets smoke a wood in the shade, lit Drop her off on the blade, yeah My orange juice cost eight,god My jays from eighty eight ,good job You ain't have this feeling since shred ninety seven one bu*ton on the coupe roof flying away , hehe I ain't ate all day Hit-Boy:Uh I had to make a me a plate, never take it serious if she got itch to fame Hit-Boy go against the grain /Vicious Game/it's just more appealin' when im on the beat You ain't have the feeling since dope boy at least Swanging through the lot all gold on the creak Im bringing surf club back with chili chill get free And thats on me,making plays in the huddle, break on three Im on a peso spree like the cartel Telly bounce sippin martel Hot-boxing with a thing slappin rkells I tell her play this sh** in the jeep You listening to my life when you listen to me Hustling all day had to dip in these streets told em baby heat up the stove three fifty degrees cause I ain't ate all day uh Dom:I Told her fix me a plate I got police on my bumper, Baby momma issues and the streets tryna k** you But i was born in LA/and it Ain't no escape None of these, Can't touch you You really thought yous was going to see us lose