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Текст песни Plies - Friday

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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 meLookin' for me in the streets I'm somewhere shinin'Live every gotdamn day like it's FridayDamn my P.O. I ain't gon' stop grindin'Violate me if ya want gon' have to come find meLookin' 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 nowThey got my chips straight now I'm ready to retireI ball 'til I fall homie thug 'til I dieAnd if I died today I know I'll probably fryBut if I hit the right lick I can live niceThink I'm scared to go get it you gotdamn lieMy money go to lookin' funny I'm gettin' on seventy-fiveNon-stop homie straight to the Cuban's islandI like to get money, fuck hoes, and rock iceGive a damn who don't like it, it's my lifeThat's why I drank e'eryday dog and stay highCatch me in the strip club lettin' money flyAnd goin' broke the only thing that can make me cryI told my P.O. she can't change me don't even tryThe street life got me gone I don't know whyTryna at least see a couple mill' 'fore I die[Chorus][Verse 2]Before I went to sleep I prayed for a hundred squaresTold God he'll bless me if He really caredKnow you fuck niggas prayin' for me to get killedKnow you crackers wish you could give me a hundred yearsThat's why I ball and stunt for the niggas in jailCracker gon' have to kill me 'fore they put me in a cellNigga 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 realWorst thang they can do is hold me with no bailUntil that shit happen been done ran across a whole mill'I thug it out 'til the end homie that's how it isLife too motherfuckin' short for me to sit stillI can't leave these streets nigga they pay my billsI gotta be dead in prison nigga for me to chillI asked a trick the other day why he pop pillsHe 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 bagWhen a nigga died and he was broke then he died sadIf I was on my dick you niggas'll be gladSqueeze eights on the donk just to make you mad'Long as my heart still beatin' nigga I'mma get cashLive every motherfuckin' day like it's my lastIndictment money in my pocket and 'Gnac in my systemNeed every muhfuckin' day to feel like ChristmasHeard the crackers downtown givin' out big nimblesI know some motherfuckin' Haitians givin' out tickles[Chorus]

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