Friday
by Plies
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[Chorus:]
Damn 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 gotdamn day like it´s Friday
Damn 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 gotdamn 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 gotdamn 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, fuck hoes, and rock ice
Give a damn 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 fuck niggas 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 niggas in jail
Cracker gon´ have to kill me ´fore they put me in a cell
Nigga told me to turn myself in I told him "go to Hell"
´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 shit happen been done ran across a whole mill´
I thug it out ´til the end homie that´s how it is
Life too motherfuckin´ short for me to sit still
I can´t leave these streets nigga they pay my bills
I gotta be dead in prison nigga 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 nigga died and he was broke then he died sad
If I was on my dick you niggas´ll be glad
Squeeze eights on the donk just to make you mad
´Long as my heart still beatin´ nigga I´mma get cash
Live every motherfuckin´ day like it´s my last
Indictment money in my pocket and ´Gnac in my system
Need every muthafuckin´ day like christmas
Heared the crachers downtown givin´ out big numbers
I know some muthafuckin´ haitians givin´ out triple.
[Chorus]
Damn 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 gotdamn day like it´s Friday
Damn 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 gotdamn 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 gotdamn 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, fuck hoes, and rock ice
Give a damn 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 fuck niggas 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 niggas in jail
Cracker gon´ have to kill me ´fore they put me in a cell
Nigga told me to turn myself in I told him "go to Hell"
´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 shit happen been done ran across a whole mill´
I thug it out ´til the end homie that´s how it is
Life too motherfuckin´ short for me to sit still
I can´t leave these streets nigga they pay my bills
I gotta be dead in prison nigga 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 nigga died and he was broke then he died sad
If I was on my dick you niggas´ll be glad
Squeeze eights on the donk just to make you mad
´Long as my heart still beatin´ nigga I´mma get cash
Live every motherfuckin´ day like it´s my last
Indictment money in my pocket and ´Gnac in my system
Need every muthafuckin´ day like christmas
Heared the crachers downtown givin´ out big numbers
I know some muthafuckin´ haitians givin´ out triple.
[Chorus]
