Lyrics Plain Jane* by Kanye West

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Skip on the bounce go crazy

I went straight to the Mazzi, ain't have a Honda
Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama
She won't tell me she love me, I'm f**kin' on her (F**kin' on her)
Only f**k with a b*t*h, got a bag on her (B*t*h)
Always keep 'bout a hunnid in racks on me
Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me
Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie
My pockets blue cheese, they guacamole (Yeah, yeah, mm)

B*t*h ain't mine, she owned by the streets
Going out sad, that can't be me
Pu**y real good, but it come with a fee
He got a Lamb' but it come with a leasе
Look at my neck and wrist on fleek
Choppa with a sting like bumblebee
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I wеnt straight to the Mazzi, ain't have a Honda
Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama
She won't tell me she love me, I'm f**kin' on her (F**kin' on her)
Only f**k with a b*t*h, got a bag on her (B*t*h)
Always keep 'bout a hunnid in racks on me
Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me
Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie
My pockets blue cheese, they 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—
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I'm sh*ttin' on everybody (Yeah)
My first car, that was the Maserati (No cap)
Look at my wrist, that's factory
Plain probably cost two hundred, lowkey (Lowkey)
Baby mama tryna put the people on me

I went straight to the Mazzi, ain't have a Honda
Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama
She won't tell me she love me, I'm f**kin' on her (F**kin' on her)
Only f**k with a b*t*h, got a bag on her (B*t*h)
Always keep 'bout a hunnid in racks on me
Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me
Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie
My pockets blue cheese, they 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—
You wouldn't like me when I'm angry
'Lotta n***as wanna aim
And the slaves tryna hang me
Everything that they can't be
I don’t know, somethin’ changed me
Slave n***as tryna hang me
Where I be at mainly?
Nothin’

I went straight to the Mazzi, ain't have a Honda
Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama
She won't tell me she love me, I'm f**kin' on her (F**kin' on her)
Only f**k with a b*t*h, got a bag on her (B*t*h)
Always keep 'bout a hunnid in racks on me
Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me
Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie
My pockets blue cheese, they guacamole (Yeah, yeah, mm)