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Chatting Video (MV)




Performed By: Plain Jane OG
Length: 2:18
Written by: Plain Jane OG




Plain Jane OG - Chatting Lyrics
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Bitch
What's the crime, see yah nigga he on my line
What's the time, he tryna eat I'll make him mine
This that kit kat, no wack shit, he ain't gon miss that
F*ck that chit-chat, don't call back less you gotta rack
Walk with the antidote, with a few strokes he gon choke
Yah nigga an animal, he too broke he a whole joke
Match my energy with my inner peace make you fall back
Clap my enemies with my inner g backed the big Mack
This that real shit y'all niggas just won't get it
I wanna be too rich talk them numbers can't even spell it
Cant try to run shit yah not quick ain't gon finish
Get my top dripped different style I'll soon go manage
Hate that fake love, attention can't even pay some
What's to discuss, in my mentions you not gon get a cut
Keep my thoughts straight, stay focused like I'm on a case
Gotta concentrate, what's my purpose, gotta medicate
Let's just be honest, let's just real, I'll soon be a big deal
Walking profit, so surreal, it make me go kneel
Not fit for basic, that cash talk is so persuasive
I soon embrace it, f*ck yah feels I'm too abrasive
What's the crime , see yah nigga he on my line
What's the time, he tryna eat I'll make him mine
This that kit kat, no wack shit, he ain't gon miss that
F*ck that chit-chat, don't call back unless you gotta rack
Walk with the antidote, with a few strokes he gon choke
Yah nigga an animal, he too broke he a whole joke
Match my energy with my inner peace make you fall back
Clap my enemies with my inner g backed the big Mack
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Bitch
What's the crime, see yah nigga he on my line
What's the time, he tryna eat I'll make him mine
This that kit kat, no wack shit, he ain't gon miss that
F*ck that chit-chat, don't call back less you gotta rack
Walk with the antidote, with a few strokes he gon choke
Yah nigga an animal, he too broke he a whole joke
Match my energy with my inner peace make you fall back
Clap my enemies with my inner g backed the big Mack
This that real shit y'all niggas just won't get it
I wanna be too rich talk them numbers can't even spell it
Cant try to run shit yah not quick ain't gon finish
Get my top dripped different style I'll soon go manage
Hate that fake love, attention can't even pay some
What's to discuss, in my mentions you not gon get a cut
Keep my thoughts straight, stay focused like I'm on a case
Gotta concentrate, what's my purpose, gotta medicate
Let's just be honest, let's just real, I'll soon be a big deal
Walking profit, so surreal, it make me go kneel
Not fit for basic, that cash talk is so persuasive
I soon embrace it, f*ck yah feels I'm too abrasive
What's the crime , see yah nigga he on my line
What's the time, he tryna eat I'll make him mine
This that kit kat, no wack shit, he ain't gon miss that
F*ck that chit-chat, don't call back unless you gotta rack
Walk with the antidote, with a few strokes he gon choke
Yah nigga an animal, he too broke he a whole joke
Match my energy with my inner peace make you fall back
Clap my enemies with my inner g backed the big Mack
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Writer: Plain Jane OG
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