Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Friday, artist - Plies.
Date of issue: 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 |