Plain Clothes

[Intro: NSG] (It sounds like Nyge) Shay— [Chorus: NSG] Yeah Shaytan comes in plain clothes Bro praying in the circle, yeah Might take a trip to Bordeaux, ah If my baby say she's bored though, ah 'Cause she help me with this coco I'm cautious of my shadow Spent a couple years on obbo, ah Probably why I'm always paro, ah [Verse 1: NSG] Girl, you ain't even my number one (Nah) Number two, number three, or number four (Nah) Credit card on the table, oh, you lit it up Feds came in, so we jumped from the fourth floor You think backward, how can you move forward? Niggas in the jailhouse lookin' out for us I came up scammin' (Facts), I'm just bein' honest (Facts) Probably why I find it hard sometimes to bе honest [Verse 2: NSG] Sometimes I look at mе like, "Why me?" (Why me?) Why dem murder wanna try me? (Wanna try me) But I'm inside man, call me Spike Lee Any violation, no take lightly (Oh) My G, don't indict me (Indict me) I'm here for the quickie, not no wifey (Oh) Darling, hypnotise me Money make me jump onna di top seat (Yeah) [Chorus: NSG] Yeah Shaytan comes in plain clothes Bro praying in the circle, yeah Might take a trip to Bordeaux, ah If my baby say she's bored though, ah 'Cause she help me with this coco I'm cautious of my shadow Spent a couple years on obbo, ah Probably why I'm always paro, ah [Verse 3: Potter Payper] Two Fs on my sneakers Diamonds cold like Geneva (Bling, blaow) She wanna fuck me in a Beamer Money mover in the speaker, yeah Even in jail, I kept the hotline runnin' (Joke) Used to OT bop 'til my ten toes bunnin' When it rains and it rains, you know the sunshine comin' Lightin' don't strike twice, you gotta one time, done him (Pow) Now Potter got grills and he can't stop smilin' (Haha) Potter came home and he ain't stop wildin' But fetti for my brekky, I wake up like California Thank God the music ting's goin' more my way And if you ain't with this shit, then get out the country I'm Potter Payper, you're papier-mâché And you know I got it on my hip-hip-hooray I'm a five-star chef, but this ain't crème brûlée [Chorus: NSG] Shaytan comes in plain clothes Bro praying in the circle, yeah Might take a trip to Bordeaux, ah If my baby say she's bored though, ah 'Cause she help me with this coco I'm cautious of my shadow Spent a couple years on obbo, ah Probably why I'm always paro, ah [Verse 4: NSG] Christmas cold, times in the dark Man, shit got sold right in the park Man, truth be told, we had to grind from the start Not The Simpson's show, grew up stubborn like Bart Still gyally wan' fuck Still gyally gon' buck Still with the killies in the cut Still with the nitties in the mud Yeah, look what the money made I just fucked a hater's bitch, I ain't got time for the games Likkle bust it for me, I don't like 'em plain Jane I was broke, I never made that mistake again You better recognise me as a rock star Whippin' this Bentley like it's a go-cart My girl can't be average, you know she top class (Yeah) She told me she got me, so, yeah, I got her (Yeah) [Verse 5: NSG] Lookin' in your eyes, tryna find what love is She got daddy issues, but call me a bastard Plastic spoon for my cake and custard Never grew up with a silver spoon, I had to rob shit Can't blame mommy though, she tried her hardest I should have been in church, but I was out sinnin' Money so appealin', I'm a dime makin' a killin' I used to share feelings, now I'm ice cold chillin' (Yeah) [Chorus: NSG] Yeah Shaytan comes in plain clothes Bro praying in the circle, yeah Might take a trip to Bordeaux, ah If my baby say she's bored though, ah 'Cause she help me with this coco I'm cautious of my shadow Spent a couple years on obbo, ah Probably why I'm always paro, ah