Mike Will Made It - Plenty Mo' lyrics

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Mike Will Made It - Plenty Mo' lyrics

[Intro] Homeboy Turn me up Guwop Mike Will EarDrummers Turn up [Verse 1] Purple 'rari Purple rim Purple bad b**h with a purple tan Orange frames, orange Lam' Orange [?] and orange [?] Red Charger, red Bentley b**h, I came up at the Red Room Inn [?] Twenty hit the room And the four just missed me Weed so strong, you can't light no incense Gucci Mane's a multi-multi Hundred thousand dollars, rent me My goons might dress up in bow ties Always keep three k**ers with me Gucci Mane don't back down, no guy See your a** later, let a couple months go by Whippin' up the dope, true story, my old life Still got work like Drake, n***a, no lie Room of house full with nothin' but smokers In the kitchen, now I'm cooking up that c**a Used to get the dope right from my brother My plug in the [?] come right under And you can't pull sh** with a set, your Honor Spikes in my cleats cause I'm a punter Black shades on like Stevie Wonder Cheetah print on cause life's a jungle If you boys attempt to conquer What I conquered, I'ma run you off the block And hit your homie Cause this clip here hold a hundred Gun long as a gila monster '90, was a Fila monster And Gucci Mane gon' keep a strap Show [?] just like it's [?] summer [Hook] If you want some, come get some, baby, cause there's plenty mo', you can get some of this sh** If you want some, you can get some, baby, come getcha some, cause there's plenty mo' of this sh** If you want some, come get some, baby, cause you want some, yeah, get you some of this sh** If you want some, come get some, baby, cause there's plenty mo', you can get you some of this sh** If you want some, you can get some, baby, come get you some, cause there's plenty mo' of this sh** If you want some, come get some, baby, cause you want some, yeah, get some of this sh** If you want some, come get some, cause there plenty mo', got plenty mo' of this sh** Pl-Plenty mo', plenty mo' of this sh** Got plenty mo', got plenty mo' of this sh** [Verse 2] I drop ashes, so careless And these pants came from Paris Your boyfriend's embarra**ed She felt the fabric, she [?] I'm spending broccoli for carats I'm in Versace, shoppin' n***as pocket-watchin', they starin' And I'm a step up on fashion Got these three months in advance They feel the fabric I'm wearin' These pants I got come from Paris I make your man feel embarra**ed Don't speak in Frank, I'm in France Black patent leather, [?] I'm droppin' ashes on [?] [Hook]