paroles de chanson Plain Jane - Rich The Kid , Kanye West
(Yeah,
yeah)
I
let
security
pull
up
for
you
(Yeah,
yeah)
I'm
the
only
nigga
that'll
take
a
bullet
for
you
(Yeah,
yeah)
Plain
Jane,
I
don't
even
do
the
bust
down
(Yeah)
(Skip
got
that
bounce,
it
go
crazy)
I
went
straight
to
the
Mase',
ain't
have
a
Honda
(Skrrt)
Plug
callin'
my
phone
like
a
baby
mama
She
won't
tell
me
she
love
me,
I'm
fuckin'
on
her
(Fuckin'
on
her)
Always
fuck
with
a
bitch,
got
a
bag
on
her
(Bag)
Always
keep
'bout
a
hundred
in
racks
on
me
(Racks)
Always
steppin',
nobody
ain't
steppin'
for
me
(Facts)
Hundred
racks
on
a
plain
jane
Rollie
And
my
pockets
blue
cheese
and
guacamole
(Yeah,
yeah)
Bitch
ain't
mine,
she
owned
by
the
streets
Going
out
sad,
that
can't
be
me
(Me)
Pussy
real
good,
but
it
come
with
a
fee
(Fee)
He
got
a
Lamb',
but
it
come
with
a
lease
(Skrrt)
Look
at
my
neck
and
wrist
on
fleek
(On
fleek)
Chopper
bullets
sting
like
a
bumblebee
(Baow,
baow,
baow)
Head
real
good,
don't
scrape
with
her
teeth
(Teeth)
Work
at
the
bank,
but
she
fuck
for
the
cheap
(What?)
Finna
cop
a
jet,
I
need
a
pilot
(Pilot)
Fresher
than
you,
don't
need
a
stylist
(Yeah)
Feel
like
I'm
shittin'
on
everybody
(Yeah)
My
first
car,
that
was
a
Maserati
(No
cap)
Look
at
my
wrist,
that's
factory
Plain
Patek
cost
two
hundred,
lowkey
(Two
hundred,
lowkey)
Baby
mama
tryna
put
the
people
on
me
(What?)
Young
nigga
shit,
I'm
still
an
OG
(Rich)
I
went
straight
to
the
Mase',
ain't
have
a
Honda
(Skrrt)
Plug
callin'
my
phone
like
a
baby
mama
She
won't
tell
me
she
love
me,
I'm
fuckin'
on
her
(Fuckin'
on
her)
Always
fuck
with
a
bitch,
got
a
bag
on
her
(Bag)
Always
keep
'bout
a
hundred
in
racks
on
me
(Racks)
Always
steppin',
nobody
ain't
steppin'
for
me
(Facts)
Hundred
racks
on
a
plain
jane
Rollie
And
my
pockets
blue
cheese
and
guacamole
(Yeah,
yeah)
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—
Wouldn't
like
me
when
I'm
angry
Lot
of
niggas
wanna
aim
me
And
the
slaves
tried
to
hang
me
Everything
that
they
can't
be
Drop
a
milli'
on
a
pinky
Hella
rich
money
filthy
Want
some,
well,
you
ain't
P
Buy
a
piece
that
you
ain't
peep
Where
you
at?
Nigga,
you
ain't
deep
New
bitch
that
you
can't
keep
For
the
ice,
I
bought
a
plain
piece
I
don't
know,
somethin'
changed
me
I
don't
know,
somethin'
changed
me
Slave
niggas
tried
to
hang
me
Where
I
be
at
mainly?
London
I
went
straight
to
the
Mase',
ain't
have
a
Honda
(Skrrt)
Plug
callin'
my
phone
like
a
baby
mama
She
won't
tell
me
she
love
me,
I'm
fuckin'
on
her
(Fuckin'
on
her)
Always
fuck
with
a
bitch,
got
a
bag
on
her
(Bag)
Always
keep
'bout
a
hundred
in
racks
on
me
(Racks)
Always
steppin',
nobody
ain't
steppin'
for
me
(Facts)
Hundred
racks
on
a
plain
jane
Rollie
And
my
pockets
blue
cheese
and
guacamole
(Yeah,
yeah)
1 Intro
2 Gimme A Second
3 Not In the Mood
4 New Chanel Freestyle
5 Upside Down
6 Back Then
7 Louie Coat
8 Band Man
9 Like Yoga
10 Hold On
11 Tell Me
12 Gimme A Second 2 (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Peso Pluma)
13 Keep It Exclusive
14 Sometimes
15 No Mileage
16 Plain Jane
17 Rocking & Rolling
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