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lirik lagu worth goin’ fed fo – plies


[hook]
i got a name in these streets
plenty of money to blow
got whips, twenty-eights
and jewelry to show
ain’t a hoe i can’t f*ck i got hoes galore
(just don’t know if this sh*t worth goin fed fo)

i got a name in these streets
plenty of money to blow
got whips, twenty-eights
and jewelry to show
ain’t a hoe i can’t f*ck i got hoes galore
(just don’t know if this sh*t worth goin fed fo)

[verse 1]
soon as a n*gg* get knocked the streets call him dumb
when the sh*t hits the fan everybody run
i don’t know a n*gg* yet who did this sh*t and won
money mean nothin to you if you ain’t got a bond
the streets dead now cause everybody gettin hung
lawyers sittin back suckin all a n*gg*s funds
say it ain’t cool when the rabbit got the gun
the sh*t a game to these crackas and they havin fun
n*gg* you thought wouldn’t tell them be the first one
it don’t take nothin but one f*ck up and a n*gg* done
visitation room that ain’t how i wanna see my son
but i don’t think about none of this sh*t when i’m stuntin

[hook]

[verse 2]
i don’t know if twenty-five years worth two years of ballin
that’s a big pill to take and i ain’t tryin to swallow it
f*ck around and get jammed all this sh*t fallin
take the streets from a n*gg* then a n*gg* starvin
tried to let it go, then money kept callin
streets been good to me got a n*gg* flossin
same sh*t a n*gg* love be the sh*t that cost him
money make n*gg*s hate, turn n*gg*s salty
go to prison now, gone take me from my shorty
bout time i get out he gone be off in college
game f*cked up now cause all these n*gg*s talkin
i’m a street n*gg* i ain’t got too many options

[hook]

[verse 3]
n*gg* always told me to get in this sh*t and get out
but he ain’t tell me about all the laws and all the drama
you back to square one after a n*gg* break in yo house
it’s hard to come up sh*t when you gotta keep burnin out
it’s cars, jewlery, and hoes what’s it’s all about
i don’t know it lil’ daddy i just want a nice amount
just gave my lil cousin eleven years for an ounce
you broke and f*ckin wit these hoes they gone ask you to bounce
and n*gg*s buyin sh*t now they can’t even pr*nounce
done f*cked up so much money, sh*t can’t even count
hope i don’t wake up one mornin wit them crackas in my house
wit guns drawed on me wit enditement papers out

[hook]


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


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