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lirik lagu friday – plies


[chorus]
d*mn my p.o. i ain’t gon’ stop grindin’
violate me if ya want gon’ have to come find me
lookin’ for me in the streets i’m somewhere shinin’
live every gotd*mn day like it’s friday
d*mn my p.o. i ain’t gon’ stop grindin’
violate me if ya want gon’ have to come find me
lookin’ for me in the streets i’m somewhere shinin’
live every gotd*mn day like it’s friday

[verse 1]
tell the feds if they comin’ they better come now
they got my chips straight now i’m ready to retire
i ball ’til i fall homie thug ’til i die
and if i died today i know i’ll probably fry
but if i hit the right lick i can live nice
think i’m scared to go get it you gotd*mn lie
my money go to lookin’ funny i’m gettin’ on seventy-five
non-stop homie straight to the cuban’s island
i like to get money, f*ck hoes, and rock ice
give a d*mn who don’t like it, it’s my life
that’s why i drank e’eryday dog and stay high
catch me in the strip club lettin’ money fly
and goin’ broke the only thing that can make me cry
i told my p.o. she can’t change me don’t even try
the street life got me gone i don’t know why
tryna at least see a couple mill’ ‘fore i die

[chorus]

[verse 2]
before i went to sleep i prayed for a hundred squares
told god he’ll bless me if he really cared
know you f*ck n*gg*s prayin’ for me to get killed
know you crackers wish you could give me a hundred years
that’s why i ball and stunt for the n*gg*s in jail
cracker gon’ have to kill me ‘fore they put me in a cell
n*gg* told me to turn myself in i told him “go to h*ll”
’cause if they want me they better do they job and that’s real
worst thang they can do is hold me with no bail
until that sh*t happen been done ran across a whole mill’
i thug it out ’til the end homie that’s how it is
life too motherf*ckin’ short for me to sit still
i can’t leave these streets n*gg* they pay my bills
i gotta be dead in prison n*gg* for me to chill
i asked a trick the other day why he pop pills
he told me i’ll pop ’em too if i knew how it feel

[chorus]

[verse 3]
i wake up e’ery mornin’ lookin’ for a money bag
when a n*gg* died and he was broke then he died sad
if i was on my d*ck you n*gg*s’ll be glad
squeeze eights on the donk just to make you mad
‘long as my heart still beatin’ n*gg* i’mma get cash
live every motherf*ckin’ day like it’s my last
indictment money in my pocket and ‘gnac in my system
need every muhf*ckin’ day to feel like christmas
heard the crackers downtown givin’ out big nimbles
i know some motherf*ckin’ haitians givin’ out tickles

[chorus]


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Disclaimer: lirik lagu friday - plies adalah properti dan hak cipta oleh pemilik / pencipta, dan disajikan untuk tujuan edukasi, promosi dan untuk penggunaan pribadi.


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