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