"Plane Jane" lyrics
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I just checked my watch, it's a 448
I just miss my brother, I've been sending paper planes
G-Shock, bust it down, other one Plein
Two tens boomin' in the back of the Range
Tryna' quit the drugs like I'm going insane
Everyone's a sinner, that's why we need to pray
Too fast, he gon' die if he tryna' play
Bow, bow, bow, bow
Yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh
Shoot to kill, vacuum seal
Trap to die, we trap for real
[?]
30 days, 30 million views, bitch, I'm back for real
Faw, faw, faw, faw
Huh-uh, jaw, jaw, jaw down
Bitch, I'm in the trap with some (prtt)
Tell lil' mama keep your ass up, face down
Ain't no time wasted, bitch, I'm in a trap with plates
I just checked my watch, it's a 448
I just miss my brother, I've been sending paper planes
G-Shock, bust it down, other one Plein
Two tens boomin' in the back of the Range
Tryna' quit the drugs like I'm going insane
Everyone's a sinner, that's why we need to pray
Too fast, he gon' die if he tryna' play
Two tens boomin' in the back of the Range
Tryna' quit the drugs like I'm going insane
Everyone's a sinner, that's why we need to pray
Too fast, he gon' die if he tryna' play
I pop a perc right off the wake up, like a vitamin
If I can't fuck your friend, baby, then don't invite the bitch
Eating good, but I got a nice lil' wrist
Granny doin' better, me and bro' done got a nice lil' whip
I don't really know what come out, give me that, give me that (huh)
Yeah, huh, uh, uh, uh, taking money
I don't really know what come out, come out
Matter of fact (bow, bow)
We wipe his nose if he don't give it up
Drake it got a hunna drum and hold a duly pick up truck
This bitch say she like vanilla, come and lick it up
Fine chocolate shit I starve for just like a Reese's cup
Ain't no time to waste, bitch, I'm in a trap with plates
I just checked my watch, it's a 448
I just miss my brother, I've been sending paper planes
G-Shock, bust it down, other one Plein
Two tens boomin' in the back of the Range
Tryna' quit the drugs like I'm going insane
Everyone's a sinner, that's why we need to pray
Too fast, he gon' die if he tryna' play
I just checked my watch, it's a 448
I just miss my brother, I've been sending paper planes
G-Shock, bust it down, other one Plein
Two tens boomin' in the back of the Range
Tryna' quit the drugs like I'm going insane
Everyone's a sinner, that's why we need to pray
Too fast, he gon' die if he tryna' play
Bow, bow, bow, bow
Yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh
Shoot to kill, vacuum seal
Trap to die, we trap for real
[?]
30 days, 30 million views, bitch, I'm back for real
Faw, faw, faw, faw
Huh-uh, jaw, jaw, jaw down
Bitch, I'm in the trap with some (prtt)
Tell lil' mama keep your ass up, face down
Ain't no time wasted, bitch, I'm in a trap with plates
I just checked my watch, it's a 448
I just miss my brother, I've been sending paper planes
G-Shock, bust it down, other one Plein
Two tens boomin' in the back of the Range
Tryna' quit the drugs like I'm going insane
Everyone's a sinner, that's why we need to pray
Too fast, he gon' die if he tryna' play
Two tens boomin' in the back of the Range
Tryna' quit the drugs like I'm going insane
Everyone's a sinner, that's why we need to pray
Too fast, he gon' die if he tryna' play
I pop a perc right off the wake up, like a vitamin
If I can't fuck your friend, baby, then don't invite the bitch
Eating good, but I got a nice lil' wrist
Granny doin' better, me and bro' done got a nice lil' whip
I don't really know what come out, give me that, give me that (huh)
Yeah, huh, uh, uh, uh, taking money
I don't really know what come out, come out
Matter of fact (bow, bow)
We wipe his nose if he don't give it up
Drake it got a hunna drum and hold a duly pick up truck
This bitch say she like vanilla, come and lick it up
Fine chocolate shit I starve for just like a Reese's cup
Ain't no time to waste, bitch, I'm in a trap with plates
I just checked my watch, it's a 448
I just miss my brother, I've been sending paper planes
G-Shock, bust it down, other one Plein
Two tens boomin' in the back of the Range
Tryna' quit the drugs like I'm going insane
Everyone's a sinner, that's why we need to pray
Too fast, he gon' die if he tryna' play
Writer(s): Miles Spiel
