Plies - FEMA lyrics

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Plies - FEMA lyrics

Welcome to FEMA Finesse, elevate, motivate, and achieve Let’s get it. Wish Gotti Youngsta Dolph go and squash the beef Know that s**t ain’t none of my business I like to see n***as eat I done put .. I done caught a body Said she don’t want to go to sleep I told her pop a molly Nickname cement b***h I’m super solid You don’t like me Bobby Brown .. Lady put a n***a bushes ain’t discussing that You say that you’ll pay me later I ain’t trusting that n***as say my n***a must be dropping mixtape Think that I’ll bust at you in public that’s a mistake Jack called go and get it ain’t no time to sleep I ain’t trynna make friends b***h I’m trynna eat Came from the bottom yo look at how time fly Hard for me to trust n***as who don’t look in my eyes n***a ask for Plies why he bought a Bentley truck Cuz Ion do what other n***as do you feel me bruh Was on a beach last night bih ma**aging me Whole inside of the crib mahogany I was never supposed to make it past 25 Car full of .. on 75 Up all night bih like I’m on a pill Almost cried first time I touched my first meal Ain’t no social bu*terfly I keep my circle small Do some s**er s**t out here you come up missing dog Put that bag for a lot of s**t I used to do Put s**t before myself that’s what I used to do I will f**k a n***a b***h I’m being honest though One thing I love about myself I keep it a hunnid though I remember them long nights, n***a I couldn’t remember nights B***h said a n***a arrogant, you f**ing right Shout out to all you n***as out here who pocket watching me I ain’t gonna disappoint you, I’m gonna give you some to see Had to close another deal it got me motivated n***a acting like b**hes I don’t tolerate it If you cross me it ain’t none just stay over there B***h my house ain’t no museum you got to f**ing .. By any means out here, b***h Kevin Gates Hoe told me I was popping, b***h you kind of late Lot of you n***as still sleep, hit the snooze bu*ton B***h I might of still grinding, b***h at 2 some Still riding with that stick, it ain’t my fault bruh Too many n***as out here dropping salt bruh I’m just trynna get a sack and stay in my own lane Money come before the p***y, I hope you understand And all you begging a*s b**hes, I ain’t friendly hoe And tell your noisy a*s friends about there business hoe And when it’s time to go to war n***as b***h up You n***as sold a lot for that bag I never switch uppp.(FEMA)