Plies Worth Goin FED Fo Lyrics

Artist: Plies
Publishers: ©Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Length: 3:58

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[Chorus: x2]
I got a name in these streets
Plenty money to blow
Got whips 28's and jewelry to show
And ain't a ho I can't **** I got hoes to loan
Just don't know if this **** worth goin' fed for

[Verse 1]
As soon as a ***** get knocked the streets call him dumb
When this **** hit the fan everybody run
I don't know a ***** yet who did this **** and won
Money mean nothing to ya if you ain't got a bond
The streets scared now cause everybody getting hung
Lawyers sittin' back sucking all a ***** fund
Said it ain't cool when the rapper got the gun
This **** a game to these crackers and they having fun
The ***** you thought wouldn't tell will be the first one
It'll take number one **** up and a ***** done
Visitation room that ain't how I wanna see my son
But I don't think about none of this **** when i'm stuntin'

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 2]
I don't know if 25 years worth 2 years of ballin'
That's a big pill to take and I ain't tryna swallow it
**** round and get jammed and all this **** falling
Take the streets from a ***** then a ***** starving
Tried to let it go the money kept calling
Streets been good to me got a ***** flossing
Same **** a ***** love be the **** that cost him
Money make *****s hate turn *****s salty
Go to prison now don't take me from my shawty
Bout time I get out he gon' be off in college
Game ****ed up now cause all these *****s talking
I'm a street ***** I ain't got too many options

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 3]
***** always told me to get in this **** and get out
But he ain't tell me bout all the laws and all the drama
You back to square one after a ***** break into your house
It's hard to come up **** when you gotta keep burnin' out
Is cars jewelry and hoes what it's all about
I don't know it lil' daddy I just want a nice amount
Just gave my lil' cousin eleven years for an ounce
You broke and ****in' with these hoes they gon' ask you to bounce
And *****s buying **** now they can't even pronounce
Done ****ed up so much money **** can't even count
Hope I don't wake up one morning wit them crackers in my house
With guns drawn on me and with enditment papers out

[Chorus: x2]
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