Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Friday , by - Plies. Release date: 05.08.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 jit the other day why he pop pills |
| He told me I’ll pop 'em too if I knew how it feel |
| 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 muhfuckin' day to feel like Christmas |
| Heard the crackers downtown givin' out big nimbles |
| I know some motherfuckin' Haitians givin' out tickles |