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lirik lagu plies - look alive (

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[verse 1]
i’m just out in houston f-ckin’ b-tches and eatin’ at pappadeaux
bad bougie broke b-tches, swear to god i hate these hoes
lot of n-ggas talkin’ k!ller but ain’t n0body dyin’ though
always like she know some sh-t, that lil b-tch be lyin’ though
one point six five, talkin’ ’bout the condo
f-ck her when i want to, talkin’ ’bout your main ho
these lil n-ggas talkin’ crazy, make me pull the bag out
grrrt, grrrt, grrrt, grrrt, catch you takin’ the trash out
i don’t need a p-ss, i flex wherever
i don’t a b-tch, it won’t make me better
summer ’18, i’m so disrespectful
flooded baguettes, that’s a whole ‘nother bezel
stick hold a hundred, that’s a whole lot of pressure
hundred on me now, that’s a whole lot of cheddar
f-ck her on cash, bet her p-ssy get wetter
she with a broke n-gga, she don’t know no better
time to go to war, i don’t care who know
when it come to the bag, yeah a n-gga on go
six on the wood mean a n-gga on the floor
i don’t chase b-tches, yeah i just chase dough
you ain’t got m’s, can’t beef with you
you ain’t got sh-t, can’t sleep with you
you ain’t built solid, can’t eat with you
type of n-gga sh-t can’t be with you
all i do is sell out shows
every time my brother went to prison, i wrote
y’all n-ggas ain’t gettin’ no money, y’all trolls
y’all n-ggas clout chase now more than these hoes
i just want a b-tch who’s gon’ f-ck me daily
i don’t do sh-t free, n-gga f-ck you pay me
i just need a bag, i don’t need no lady
still in the hood, you can find me baby
gotta keep it bangin’ ’cause my buzz too big
got a new man but she still f-ck with the kid
i just want a b-tch i can spoil right now
flawed up on the young boy right now
i was in the kitchen hollerin’ whip it, whip it
snitch -ss n-gga better zip it, zip it
real hustler gon’ flip it, flip it
sauce on a n-gga, yeah drip it, drip it
ridin’ down collin with the top let back
but they still up fire, they gon’ bust my gat
i ain’t gon’ lie, i just want the racks
everything that i spit, lil n-gga be facts
pinky ring thirty, ridin’ dirty
sh-t pop off, i’ma ride for my whoadie
for my lingo, b-tch i’m sportin’
pimp sh-t, pimp sh-t, b-tch i’m boatin’

[chorus]
look alive, look alive, got the bag, b-tch i’m plies
look alive, look alive, got the bag, b-tch i’m plies
look alive, look alive, got the bag, b-tch i’m plies
look alive, look alive, got the bag, b-tch i’m plies

[verse 2]
walk around right now in alexander mcqueen
ho called right now, rollin’ on a bean
guess when it comes to the p-ssy i’ma fiend
she said i’m the realest n-gga that she ever seen
head to the jeweler, finna do my wrist
b-tch act up, i’ma do my b-tch
spent forty-two hundred, that’s on my fit
i’ma chase that sack, that’s on my jit
x a b-tch out like tic-tac-toe
your b-tch ain’t loyal, that i know
i don’t want no p-ssy, i just want some head
i don’t want no friends, i just want some bread

[chorus]
look alive, look alive, got the bag, b-tch i’m plies
look alive, look alive, got the bag, b-tch i’m plies
look alive, look alive, got the bag, b-tch i’m plies
look alive, look alive, got the bag, b-tch i’m plies


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