Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Plain Jane, artist - Gucci Mane. Album song Trap Back, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Gucci Mane 1017
Song language: English
Plain Jane |
| I know my body took a lot of ink |
| Lungs smoke a lot of stink |
| Bladder piss a lot of pink |
| Because that lean I like to drink |
| My face got a lot of tats |
| My grill got a lot of gold |
| My mouth talk a lot of shit |
| My dick fuck a lot of hoes |
| My stomach be filled with shrimp, legs limping like a pimp |
| Gazelles on my fucking frame, waves all in my temp |
| My mind it be on the prize, hands on with the nine |
| My traphouse it keep a line, because I’m selling Duncan Hines |
| Gucci Mane a millionaire, my house I be seldom there |
| I always be on the road, bank account got several 0's |
| My britches be True Religion, in the kitchen cooking chickens |
| Smoking Swishers, busting Phillies, bought two Raris, spent a milli |
| This watch right here cost ninety thousand plain jane |
| But I’mma put some rocks off in it anyway |
| These haters they gon' hate on you like anyway (anyway) |
| So I’m gon' put some rims on my shit anyway |
| Anyway (anyway) Anyway (anyway) |
| I dumped her, I can find another any day (any day) |
| Anyway (anyway) Anyway (anyway) |
| It’s not that hot outside but I’mma drop it anyway |
| Maybach sitting way back |
| Said Maybach? |
| Yeah it’s out back |
| I mean Outback, with my Australian bitch |
| She got a fat ass and some big tits |
| I fuck with her cause her accent |
| Wear the Hublot? |
| Cause it accent |
| My Louis V shades |
| Plus it match the Ace of Spades |
| (?) Talkin Audemars got two of 'em |
| One plain jane, one iced-out |
| Nigga tried me, knocked his lights out |
| Got goonies but I’m hands-on |
| Run the check up for my man’s 'nem |
| That’s A-1 FBG |
| Free Boosie, Free B.G. |
| (You know that’s anyway) |
| I’m a Don ho; |
| your house the size of my Condo |
| I just rap shit for the fun ho |
| Last of a dying breed |
| [Rocko, young dinosaur |
| Old school, still wear Tretorns |
| Where that money at? |
| I want me some |
| With your main bitch and your little sis |
| Know what time it is nigga, threesome |
| I drop the top like, «Fuck it» |
| I’m not in no lil' Cutlass |
| I pull up in a «What the… fuck I don’t know was it» |
| I know it cost my budget |
| I know the bitches love it |
| I got haters disgusted |
| I’m smoking on that musty |
| I’m east Atlanta and I say it loud |
| Got a black Ferrari because I’m black and proud |
| I got a yellow one, it’s like salt and pepper |
| When I put 'em together they stand out |
| I’m a biker, hitchhiker- That’s what you are with your thumb out |
| Got a Spyker with some rims on it, and the back tires they poke out |
| Got a lighter? |
| Let me borrow that so I can smoke me on this ganja! |
| Versace shades- Stevie Wonder. |
| Can’t see these niggas they under |
| Your label’s a sandcastle: it’s about to crumble |
| Like Barry Sanders don’t fumble |
| It’s Gucci Mane knockin numbers (Gucci!) |