Plain Jane Lyrics

My bro got the plane jain Cartier

In big GLE doin the dash

My bro dropped a four of the wock

I just pray that I hope he don't crash

I just got back to LA

My bitch keep textin' me mad

I'm in that motherfuckin' lamb chop

This shit got the digital dash

My bro got the plane jain Cartier

In big GLE doin the dash

My bro dropped a four of the wock

I just pray that I hope he don't crash

I just got back to LA

My bitch keep textin' me mad

I'm in that motherfuckin' lamb chop

This shit got the digital dash

My nigga, you breakin' the code

Put a bitch right over your man's

You know I stay fly like a bird

So my desert eagle is tan

They wanna ride all in the Sprinter

But who was there back in the van

I remember these bitches that curved me

Now I'll send a bitch back to her man

My niggas, yeah, we wit whatever

Yeah, you only tough on the gram

My girl, she should be vogue

I heard that you fuckin' your fans

I hit the hoe right from behind

She said that you wasn't her man

This za got me so damn high

I don't know when I'm goin' to land

My bro got the plane jain Cartier

In big GLE doin the dash

My bro dropped a four of the wock

I just pray that I hope he don't crash

I just got back to LA

My bitch keep textin' me mad

I'm in that motherfuckin' lamb chop

This shit got the digital dash

My bro got the plane jain Cartier

In big GLE doin the dash

My bro dropped a four of the wock

I just pray that I hope he don't crash

I just got back to LA

My bitch keep textin' me mad

I'm in that motherfuckin' lamb chop

This shit got the digital dash