Plies - Friday Lyrics

Damn, my P.O., I ain't gon' stop grindin'
Violate me if you want, will have to come find me
You can find me in the streets, I'm somewhere shinin'
Live every *** day like it's Friday

Damn, my P.O., I ain't gon' stop grindin'
Violate me if you want, will have to come find me
You can find me in the streets, I'm somewhere shinin'
Live every *** 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 *** 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 *** and rock ice
Give a damn who don't like it, it's my life
That's why I drink everyday, dawg, 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, don't even try
This street life got me goin', I don't know why
I'm tryna' at least see a couple mil' 'fore I die

Damn, my P.O., I ain't gon' stop grindin'
Violate me if you want, will have to come find me
You can find me in the streets, I'm somewhere shinin'
Live every *** day like it's Friday

Damn, my P.O., I ain't gon' stop grindin'
Violate me if you want, will have to come find me
You can find me in the streets, I'm somewhere shinin'
Live every *** day like it's Friday

Before I went to sleep I prayed for a hundred squares
Told God He'll bless me if He really cared
Know you *** prayin' for me to get killed
Know you *** wish y'all could give me a hundred years

That's why I ball and stunt for the *** in jail
*** gon' have to kill me 'fore they put me in a cell
*** told me to turn myself in, I told him go to hell
'Cause if they want me they better do their job and that's real

Worst thang they can do is hold me with no bail
Until that *** happen been done ran across a whole mil'
I thug it out 'til the end, homie, that's how it is
Life too mother*** short for me to sit still

I can't leave these streets *** they pay my bills
I gotta be dead in prison *** 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

Damn, my P.O., I ain't gon' stop grindin'
Violate me if you want, will have to come find me
You can find me in the streets, I'm somewhere shinin'
Live every *** day like it's Friday

Damn, my P.O., I ain't gon' stop grindin'
Violate me if you want, will have to come find me
You can find me in the streets, I'm somewhere shinin'
Live every *** day like it's Friday

I wake up every mornin' lookin' for a money bag
When *** died and he was broke then he died sad
If I was on my dick, you *** will be glad
Squeeze eights on the donk just to make you mad

Long as my heart still beatin', ***, I'ma get cash
Live every mother*** day like it's my last
I'ma die with money in my pocket and 'Gnac in my system
Need every mother*** day to feel like Christmas
Heard the *** downtown givin' out big nimbles
I know some mother*** Haitians givin' out tickles

Damn, my P.O., I ain't gon' stop grindin'
Violate me if you want, will have to come find me
You can find me in the streets, I'm somewhere shinin'
Live every *** day like it's Friday

Damn, my P.O., I ain't gon' stop grindin'
Violate me if you want, will have to come find me
You can find me in the streets, I'm somewhere shinin'
Live every *** day like it's Friday

• Anonymous

  what kind of song is this this is worst than listening to a baby cry all day and im srry but it is like blah