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• Artiste: Rich The Kid
• Titre: Plain Jane
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(Yeah, yeah) At last at the crib then pull up for you I'm the only nigga that'll take a bullet for you (Yeah, yeah) Plain Jane, I don't even do the bustdown Skip on the bounce go crazy I went straight to the Mazzi, ain't have a Honda Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama She won't tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her) Only fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bitch) Always keep 'bout a hunnid in racks on me Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie My pockets blue cheese, they guacamole (Yeah, yеah, mm) Bitch ain't mine, she owned by thе streets Going out sad, that can't be me Pussy real good, but it come with a fee He got a Lamb' but it come with a lease Look at my neck and wrist on fleek Choppa with a sting like bumblebee Hit her real good, don't scrap with the teeth Work at the bank but she fuck for the cheap Finna cop a jet, I need a pilot (Pilot) Fresher than you, don't need a stylist Feel like I'm shittin' on everybody (Yeah) My first car, that was the Maserati (No cap) Look at my wrist, that's factory Plain probably cost two hundred, lowkey (Lowkey) Baby mama tryna put the people on me Young nigga shit, I'm still an OG I went straight to the Mazzi, ain't have a Honda Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama She won't tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her) Only fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bitch) Always keep 'bout a hunnid in racks on me Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie My pockets blue cheese, they guacamole (Yeah, yeah, mm) Mm, is it real? Is it? Is it real? It can't be It can't be real, this can't be real This can't be real, this can't be You wouldn't like me when I'm angry Lotta niggas wanna aim And the slaves tryna hang me Everything that they can't be Vietnam, no you ain't me Least starvin', now you can't eat Want some now but you ain't P Buy a piece that you ain't P Where you at? Nigga you ain't deep New bitch that you can't keep On something, got me angry I don't know, somethin' changed me I don't know, somethin' changed me Slave nigga tryna hang me Where I be at mainly? London I went straight to the Mazzi, ain't have a Honda Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama She won't tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her) Only fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bitch) Always keep 'bout a hunnid in racks on me Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie My pockets blue cheese, they guacamole (Yeah, yeah, mm)