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Kid Trunks, Flyboy Tarantino & Robb Bank$ - Plottin

Gling! Gling! Gling! Gling!

[Chorus]
Bitch I'm thinking and plotting


Kid Trunks, Flyboy Tarantino & Robb Bank$ - Plottin - Songtext - LYRICS

Gling! Gling! Gling! Gling!

[Chorus]
Bitch I'm thinking and plotting
Thinking and plotting
Bitch I'm thinking and plotting
While you sit and watch
Thinking and plotting
Thinking and plotting
Bitch we thinking and plotting
While you sit and watch
Bitch I'm thinking and plotting
Thinking and plotting
Bitch I'm thinking and plotting
While you sit and watch
Thinking and plotting
Thinking and plotting

[Verse 1]




Bitch I'm posted in the back with a motherfucking chopper
You is a lame, you can never come around us
My money going up while I sit on my recliner
You shop at Ross while we got designer
You chase a bitch, boy you better go and find her
I chase the bag, got a million dollar binder
I smoke that gas, I can't never get no higher
We talk that shit, we gon' put you in that fryer
Pesos, bitch I get to all the paper like a paperboy
All these rappers, they be faking like a plastic toy
If I hear you talking, I am something you avoid
Big band bro, my money on steroids

[Chorus]
Bitch I'm thinking and plotting
Thinking and plotting
Bitch I'm thinking and plotting
While you sit and watch
Thinking and plotting
Thinking and plotting




Bitch we thinking and plotting
While you sit and watch
Bitch I'm thinking and plotting
Thinking and plotting
Bitch I'm thinking and plotting
While you sit and watch
Thinking and plotting
Thinking and plotting

[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
Dick in vagina, she moaning and grinding
I can fuck that bitch up on the sink or in the shower
Wet pussy shining like a fist full of diamonds
Stacking, you starving
I ate it out with a [?]

[Verse 3]
Flexed up, they vexed up, bitch I'm next up
Wanna spend a cool hundred on my necklace
I fucked your baby momma in her Lexus




I fuck her, made her sneeze, I told her bless up

[Verse 4: Robb Bank$]
[?]
Ain't no truth, I got soldiers, I got juice
You see me salute
Paul Walker coupe, peel off fast and you know I'm furious
Bitch I ruff ruff
Puppy love, deuce deuce

[Verse 5]
Bitch I'm fresh as fuck, you can't hang with us
You can't dap me up lil nigga cause we gang as fuck
You can't tell me to be safe, I'm living dangerous
Riding back to back, my niggas trained to bust

[Chorus]
Bitch I'm thinking and plotting
Thinking and plotting
Bitch I'm thinking and plotting




While you sit and watch
Thinking and plotting
Thinking and plotting
Bitch we thinking and plotting
While you sit and watch
Bitch I'm thinking and plotting
Thinking and plotting
Bitch I'm thinking and plotting
While you sit and watch
Thinking and plotting
Thinking and plotting



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