Gucci Mane

Gucci Mane - Plain Jane ft Rocko lyrics

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[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

I know my body took a lot of ink

Know I 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 Ferraris, 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

[Verse 2: Rocko]

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

Where 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 mans

That's A-1 LBG

Free Boosie, Free B.G. (?)

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 (?)

Where that money at? I want me some

With your main bitch and your little sis

Know what time it is nigga, threesome


[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]

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 mustard

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!)


Thanks to Andy for correcting these lyrics

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