Plies Lyrics

2. Fuck U Gon Do Bout It

[Chorus: x2]
Yeah I'm drunk n I'm n I vibin pistol in my pocket 
And I'm wildin nigga (wat da fuck u gon' do bout it)
Got all my jewlry on n climbin nigga (wat da fuck u gon' do bout it)

[Verse 1:]
Got money I can by bodies, 
Keep 1 in da head dis big 40.
Take sumthin frum me I'm gon'
Off him.fuckin w/ me it's gon' cost him.
No no I ain't on blue dolphin, yeah yeah
Tha yak got me talkin. all dis cash got me flossin.
Jewlry on can't keep these hoes off meh
Caked up u can tell how I'm walkin.
Fuck nigga cross me I'm gon' stalk em.
Paid nigga
Look how I'm bossin.

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
For a stack I'll get you killed real nigga dat's how I'm built.
Stop weight I do not slip. flaggin will get u flipped.
Choppaz ain't sold em yet. Don't lyke meh I don't care.
Care fo wat umma millionare. tight jeans sumthin I don't ware.
Pistol csn't fit n dare¢ fuck nigga sumthin I don't spare.
Pussy smell in da air. stay strapped go any ware.

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
Yeah nigga I am him no I don't fuck with him. 
Rob me naw dta's slim. goonz I got plenty of dem.
40 knock off yo limbs. head shots angle at yo brimbs.
Fuck dem niggaz I don't film. kill dat nigga wen I see him.
Money buy one of u niggaz. ride with fanga on mah trigga.
Sleep with hand on mah pistol.
Make me kill one of you niggaz

[Chorus x2]

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