Correction Paroles Part Of The Plan par Nafe Smallz

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Quincy tell 'em

Burn out the tires in the new coupe, in these new shoes, damn
I'm what she desires, she can't touch this, she gotta wait, goddamn
I'm with the riders, they on violence, scene all stare at my gang
Gimme that cheque, I get lit, this was all part of the plan

All of my new sh*t, I put the soul in it
'Cause you never know where you gon' go with it
Where I'm livin', I don't go on road with it
But my family's still gotta stroll with it
Put the VVs on, cold with it
pu**y smellin' like a rose, innit
Dive in it, out my zone with it
Nah, she don't ever wanna go, n***a
I'm a new breed, ozone
And n***as still singin' my old flows
It's Gucci, Coco
The girl wanna be in my photos
And these groupies loco
But I ain't never takin' you home, no
This movie in slo-mo
My life's too lit cah I'm so zoned
It's way too lit, we stay too lit
The zone too lit, we take your b*t*h
She rate this drip and take this d**k
Graveyard shift, can't wait for this
Save my sh*t, that's what made me rich
This month made about eighty quid
Fourty-one and I face my spliff
All of them nights I prayed for this

All of them nights I prayed for this
I prayed for this, I worked for this
I wake up cold, I smoke my spliff
I earn my dough, I break my bread
Pay my dues
I wrote my script
I drive through ends, I don't do tints
They act surprised to see the kid
I'm a born sinner, I'm so cold with it
And my Nike trackies had some holes in it
They told me that they had no hope in me
Now they tell me that I'm movin' dope, innit
My old girl's still in love with me
Dig her pu**y like there's gold in it
Dig her pu**y like there's gold in it
Ain't a rookie, I'm a pro with it

I been a pro, baby, I'm a soul n***a
Out my zone, baby
Spend a hundred K, still broke, baby
Ain't nobody f**kin' with a old baby
Took the Lamborghini for the weekend
Her pu**y wet, I'm in the deep end
Loud sex, she freakin'
When you see me, it's that new season, yeah, yeah
She want Givenchy bags and new shoes
Now I ain't stressin' like I used to
Follow my instinct like it's Blue's Clues
Found my connection, ain't no bluetooth
I woulda hit it but she too rude
Get out my mixtape, put out new new
They wanna burn me but I'm too shrewd
Burn down the building, need a new booth

Burn out the tires in the new coupe, in these new shoes, damn
I'm what she desires, she can't touch this, she gotta wait, goddamn
I'm with the riders, they on violence, scene all stare at my gang
Gimme that cheque, I get lit, this was all part of the plan

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