Plies

"Goonette"

"Goonette"


Aye bruh
Imma mother fuckin' goon
So whatever chick I fuck with
She got to be a goonette

Im her goon yeah
And shes my goonette
Im her goon yeah
And shes my goonette
Goon

For her birthday I bought her a pink ski mask
When I piss her off she dont let me eat the pussy when she get mad
But real nigga I aint gont lie I done fucked her on the rag
It was like she was spottin', she aint bleed that bad
She dont like to drive the chevy, drank too much gas
Gave her sixty and told her fuck it go buy the jag
She say she know when I'm lyin' to her cause I talk fast
Cut her friends them loose, she said them hoes crap
She like me
She dont fuck with rappers, they lie too bad
Pussy fat, I told her it look like she wearin' a pad
She aint a ten or a dime, she a ten and a half
A goonette is the baddest bitch you can ever have

Shes my baby, yeah
And I love her to death
Shes got good loving, yeah
And she keeps it on deck
She holds me down, yeah
While I chase these checks
Im her goon, yeah
And shes my goonette
Goon

She play tough and she act hard, but she cry easy
Say if she catch me with another bitch, she gone leave me
You fuck em' good and you take care of em'
They dont want you cheatin'
I first met her she was green dawg, but now she seasoned
She like to drank what I drank, she dont like to drank really
She dont trust no bitches, she feel like they schemin'
She hood as ever, she can talk just like them white folks
I dont know if she can fight forreal, but she talk shit though
And everytime she get drunk she like to straighten the hole
First time I fucked her, I acted like the rubber broke
She act like she couldnt take it, she make me fuck her slow
But now she grab my ass, and make me fuck her mo'

Shes my baby, yeah
And I love her to death
Shes got good loving, yeah
And she keeps it on deck
She holds me down, yeah
While I chase these checks
Im her goon, yeah
And shes my goonette
Goon

I dont want no dingy bitch, give me a goonette
Can put her hair up in a pony tail and still be that
Can be the just woke up, and pussy still wet
And she can be dead ass broke, but she can still dress
And everybody can piss her off, but she wont stress
And just to make sure I'm good nigga she gone check
And every two or three months nigga she get in check
Her biggest fear when it come to me is another bitch
She had her choice, to be gettin' fucked and not necked
If I had my choice, we'd be gettin' fucked and then neck
And now she listen and observe so she talk less
The next bitch to be my lady is a goonette

Shes my baby, yeah
And I love her to death
Shes got good loving, yeah
And she keeps it on deck
She holds me down, yeah
While I chase these checks
Im her goon, yeah
And shes my goonette
Goon

"Goons Lurkin"

"Goons Lurkin"


[Chorus:]
Car full of choppers and everybody quiet,
Car full of goons and everybody certified.
And if you froze up last time you can't ride,
It's going down tonight, 'cause these goons out lurkin' [x2]

5 in the morning.. ain't nobody out but us, and everybody sleep but we finna wake the city up, and finna teach you pussy nigga bout playing with us,
we find yo duck ass at night, little homie you outta luck and he don't know we coming finna get his life took, we riding bin laden shit a hundred round burst
before he went to sleep he ain't he wouldn't be waking up it's already understood these cracker's get behind a flush and we ain't coming home, till all the
clips empty and we ain't shooting up no house, it draw too much attention we catch yo fucking ass coming out homie you gets it i know one motherfucking
thing nigga we ain't missing

[chorus]

You might miss the newspaper but nigga you gonna make the news victim found face down knocked him out his shoes them choppas went off he tried to run but couldn't move sawed him
in half that chopper broke him down in two everything them hollow points hit knocked 'em loose we want yo homeboys naw pussy we ain't through them cracker's
found a hundred rounds but ain't got a clue now everybody claim they know who fucked over you a big mouth don't get you shit but a big funeral and a bunch
of motherfuckers crying who claiming they knew ya you can't bring 'em back stop crying pussy dead, he should've kept his mouth closed he ain't know how to play it

[chorus]

'cause these goons out lurkin!

"Gorgeous"
(feat. Jeremiah)

"Gorgeous"
(feat. Jeremiah)



[Jeremih:]
Yeah, incredible
Girl you so much more than beautiful
All I know is, I can't walk away and let you go
Had to make sure that I told ya, you already know that
You already know that, you know that
Shawty everybody told ya, you already know yeah
You already know yeah, you know yeah
Know what you are, what you are to me
Gorgeous what you are to me
Gorgeous what you are to me
Gorgeous what you are to me
[Plies:]
If you got stretch marks ain't gotta hide em, real man gone look beside em
Baby you gorgeous to me, you can be my lil tiger
Don't care bout your waist size, cause that ain't even what define ya
With or without the weave, baby ya still fire
Shawty you perfect to me, I love everything about ya
And if I'm a real man, I'm 'posed to compliment ya
I wouldn't trade you for nothin, I put that on the bible
And you hate your baby fat, but that's what I love about ya
You can be slim or thick as hell
Small breast or big as hell
Baby don't matter to me, baby you gorgeous still
I text ya every morning to let ya know you more than beautiful
You get finer with age baby, just like a whine do
You Gorgeous
[Jeremih:]
Had to make sure that I told ya, you already know that
You already know that, you know that
Shawty everybody told ya, you already know yeah
You already know yeah, you know yeah
Know what you are, what you are to me
Gorgeous what you are to me
Gorgeous what you are to me
Gorgeous what you are to me
From head to toe
Your just so much more and beautiful
All I know is, I can't leave this club and let ya go
Heard you got it from your mama
Hopefully one day I meet her
Hopefully we all just meet up
Tell me when and where ill be there
Had to make sure that I told ya, you already know that
You already know that, you know that
Shawty everybody told ya, you already know yeah
You already know yeah, you know yeah
Know what you are, what you are to me
Gorgeous what you are to me
Gorgeous what you are to me
Gorgeous what you are to me
[Plies & Jeremih:]
God sure did his thing when he made you
He couldn't make you more perfect if he wanted to
Know you look good when you look good without a hairdo
You make the makeup the makeup don't make you
I just wanna tell ya lil mama that your gorgeous
Even when ya wake up in the morning with your bunny
Crust still be in your eyes and you be still so gorgeous
On again, no makeup, time to wake up gorgeous
Baby you're picture perfect, your smile god made it perfect
Don't let nobody tell ya different, baby you so worth it
You is beautiful in every way when I'm describing you that's all I say
Ain't nobody gorgeous as you are to me
[Jeremih:]
Had to make sure that I told ya, you already know that
You already know that, you know that
Shawty everybody told ya, you already know yeah
You already know yeah, you know yeah
Know what you are, what you are to me
Gorgeous what you are to me
Gorgeous what you are to me
Gorgeous what you are to me

"Got 'Em Hatin'"

"Got 'Em Hatin'"


[Intro]
it's a nitti beat... hey
hey plies, wassup? they said you got it on lock down there my nigga, hey
they said you gettin bout 20 stacks a mothafuckin show, right?
this yo first album, (wow), you fuckin wit yo boy nitti right? (that's right)
cuz we're live again, from ghettoville, usa that is, yo plies, you ready?

[Verse 1]
Seven days a week,a full time balla
A thug and a goon,whatever you wanna call it
You hatin for nothin, cuz ima get mine irregardless
Tryina catch lil momma,i already done caught her
Want the 26's huh,i already done bought em
You cant do what i do and thats part of the problem
I got the haters goin crazy,i aint tryina stop em
You want the streets,hot dog,i already done locked em
You love blue diamonds,i already done copped em,
you always talk about K's,but ain't never shot em
I'm certified and real,lil homie you a floater
You a full-blown hater,thats what I call em

[Chorus]
Im in a Donk on 6's ayy (got em hatin)
fucked the broad that he wanted (now I got him hatin)
ain't been right lately (got em hatin)
my jewelery game amazin (now I got em hatin)

I'm in a Donk on 6's ayy (got em hatin)
fucked the broad that he wanted (now I got him hatin)
his pape ain't been right lately (got em hatin)
you ain't doin somethin right if you ain't (got em hatin)

[Verse 2]
I'm the man in my city,you just live here,
you just got in the streets,Ive been out chere
you still dreamin about it,I did it in a year
you a pussy so I know you hate me off the rip
You can't move how I move,you ain't got chips
I can blow it and don't miss it,i got grip
I can merc you when I wanna,cuz I got clips
30-round extended .380 on the hip

Heard you was cryin when you was locked up,you a trip
I know the goons that robbed you,you ain't done shit
you the one that told,you the one sunk the ship
now you walkin round like you had closed lips

In the back of yo mind you wish Plies wasn't real
ain't never been a hater,I don't know how it feels
if you know like I know,lil homie,better chill
or you gon' have them bushes movin in frontcha crib

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Some wanna see me broke,some wanna see me in the feds
the haters hate you when you livin,love you when you're dead
he just a mad rapper,he ain't blew yet
the streets don't feel him,I ain't have to go through that
I'm on fire in the streets,just got my feet wet
and you don't think I'ma sell a mill,just take the bet
I'm just one of few who ain't went commercial yet
I want you to see me when I got the top back
you got no choice to talk about me,look how I act
and why plies so wild if he got stife
he got a hundred goons around him when he rock his ice
if you ain't thuggin,you wont understand the thug life

[Chorus]

"Gotta Be"

"Gotta Be"


[Intro]
I know it's somebody, somewhere, homie
That today they celebration
I might not know ya
But I wanna celebrate witcha

[Hook 2x]
Gotta be somebody the police chasin' that done got away
Gotta be somebody 'round the world today that'll beat they case
Gotta be somebody 'round the world got off probation today
Gotta be somebody 'round the world walkin' out them prison gates

[Verse 1]
I'm happy for that nigga, today, that done came home
And got that time behind 'em, now it's time to move on
I'm celebratin' witcha, the reason I wrote this song
Hope you done became a better person since you been gone
I salute you, my nigga, dawg, for stayin' strong
Now, getcha feet up unda ya, homie and keep it goin'
I hope ya walk straight, don't make the wrong turn
Them cracks waitin' to send you off on anotha long run
Just enjoy yaself tonight and have fun
And don't go fuckin' wit them niggas who ain't send ya nothin'
And if ya got kids, go'n get 'em and catch up
I'm celebratin' wit' you tonight, I'm holdin' my cup up

[Hook 2x]
Gotta be somebody the police chasin' that done got away
Gotta be somebody 'round the world today that'll beat they case
Gotta be somebody 'round the world got off probation today
Gotta be somebody 'round the world walkin' out them prison gates

[Verse 2]
He took them crackas to the do' and he beat 'em in trial
A lot of niggas thought you was gon' lose but you held it down
All I can tell you, homie, you made all the real niggas proud
They offered you a plea bargain, but you turned it down
Stood in the paint, what you believed in, you did it in style
I know your family, they was worried, but now they can smile
Should be happy 'cause ain't too many of us beat 'em in awhile
Just be careful in these streets 'cause this shit done got wild
A lot of niggas fucked up, so they playin' it foul
He was your homeboy, he your co-defendant now
If you gon' get money, get it, but lose the crowd
Niggas in prison 'cause they homeboys ran they mouth

[Hook 2x]
Gotta be somebody the police chasin' that done got away
Gotta be somebody 'round the world today that'll beat they case
Gotta be somebody 'round the world got off probation today
Gotta be somebody 'round the world walkin' out them prison gates

[Verse 3]
To that young nigga who took 'em on a high-speed chase
Ain't condonin' whatcha did, I'm just glad ya got away
I know ya heart beatin' fast, I'm just glad ya safe
Shit, you had to hit it, you couldn't afford another case
You tried to play cool, but you shoulda seen your face
Git a muthafucka, lost 'em in broad-day
Doin' a-hundred, dawg, goin' down a one-way
Jumped out on 'em, turned into a foot race
Git know the streets, so they couldn't keep they pace
He had to throw his pistol, they find it, that's okay
You ain't gotta do it, but for you I'ma celebrate
Do me a favor, dawg, stay out them cracka face

[Hook 2x]
Gotta be somebody the police chasin' that done got away
Gotta be somebody 'round the world today that'll beat they case
Gotta be somebody 'round the world got off probation today
Gotta be somebody 'round the world walkin' out them prison gates

"Heard Of Me"

"Heard Of Me"


[Intro:]
Not a typical nigga (have you heard of me)
Boy I think I'm bout go n all the way on this one (have you heard of me)
One thing about me home boy I don't play no muthafuckin games (have you heard of me)

[Verse 1:]
Kept it muthafuckin gutta from day one right now homie the streets
I run how am this hot and a award I ain't won
cause I ain't a industry nigga alright son
but you will pay me for what I've done take tha industry relationship
cause I don't want none don't want the fame of this shit
you can have it shoulda just took tha money and then run
that ain't how a real nigga play it where I'm from stay
and get the whole thing and then sum I dun sold gold
what's next platinum dun sold ova a million records ain't that sumthin

[Chorus:]
May neva see me on tha cover of a magazine
cause I ain't willin 2 kiss be seen copperate mad at me
cause dey can't fuck me I'm who these haterz hatin
I'm 3rd degree say I'm to gutta homie 4 T.V.
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
but I'm the new owners of these fuckin streets go
by tha name of plies have you heard of me.

[Verse 2:]
Erre since me erre body claiming real most you niggas pussy
that's how I feel can be the best rapper an gotta tell lies
I couldn't be dat cause all I do is fantasize how you cookin dope you wearin suites n ties
This industry a joke they publicize just don't go to yo parties
if you don't fuck with plies to all my fans I apologize
Want me to cross ova fuck dat side jus a real nigga out of Ft. Meyers
I got principles nigga dats wat I live by
I ain't got rap feature and I'm still alive
not 1 my 3 album is you suprised worth my investment
ask atlantic records do I let shit slide ring tone numbas 1.5

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Copperate scared of me cause I ain't safe dey don't know
wat da fuck dat I might say in da type of game dat they play
I don't wear tight jeans or rock shades umma trendsetter
I go my own way I make it hard on the radio
dat the streets praise you can stop countin on questions
dese days ever heard of a nigga dat say fuck me nigga
either a rapper or a wannabe jus want me to kill em on gp
say I ain't lyrical well I'm sorry be dropped out of college
ain't earned my degree but at my bank dey love me his favorite rapper
ain't hot but he mad at me I can make me hot for a small fee
da streets don't want em I'm sorry

"Hunna"

"Hunna"


[2x]
Strap on my motherfuckin' lap, it shoot a hunna
Bad bitches all of 'em dimes, gotta hunna
Stick that on that ass, doing the dance, doing a hunna
I ain't got no change, shit, all I got is hunna
New pair of Lees, white Ts, fuck Louie
Stop talking 'bout it, be about it, pussy do it
Supposed to go to court
Said fuck it, I ain't going
New 11s came out, I'm goin' to get the Jordans
He rap his ass off but that fuck nigga corny
He asked me for a verse,
Told him fuck it, I ain't doing it
Money in the ceiling, got them turkeys in the van
Pistol on the counter, got them cookies 'front the fan
[2x]
Strap on my motherfuckin' lap, it shoot a hunna
Bad bitches all of 'em dimes, gotta hunna
Stick that on that ass, doing the dance, doing a hunna
I ain't got no change, shit, all I got is hunna
Hood-ass nigga in a 5-star suite
Nickel-plated chopper, nigga that 5-star heat
I don't give a fuck, drop the hunna on the piece
Paid for it cash, told the crackers I don't lease
If one of us gon' die, pussy nigga it wasn't beef
You scared, say you scared
Nigga get behind me
Pills on my lap, waste 'em all on the seat
Poured out the liquor, for my homie, rest in peace
[2x]
Strap on my motherfuckin' lap, it shoot a hunna
Bad bitches all of 'em dimes, gotta hunna
Stick that on that ass, doing the dance, doing a hunna
I ain't got no change, shit, all I got is hunna

"Hypnotized"
(feat. Akon)

"Hypnotized"
(feat. Akon)



[Intro - Plies]
Hey what's happ'nin' homie? This ya lil' whoa Plies man.. I ran across
a nice lil' baby the other day homie... Lil' mama so bad she had me
hypnotized cuzz... couldn't even get my eyes off her.. I'mma tell you
how it feel to be hypnotized
[Chorus - Akon]
You got me so hypnotized, the way yo' body rollin' 'round and
Round, that booty keep bumpin', titties just bouncin', up and down
You got me so hypnotized, the way yo' body rollin' 'round and
Round, that booty keep bumpin', titties just bouncin', up and down
[Verse 1 - Plies]
It's two o'clock in the mo'nin', I'm 'gnaced up and I'm ho'ny
All I need now is some moanin', that pussy got me zonin'
Her vibe tell me she want it, she got to fuck how she on me
I got her now 'cause she jonin', I know in the panties she foamin'
I locked eyes on that monkey, I know she wet 'cause she told me
That ass on her she pokin', every nigga in here scopin'
I see me up in her pokin', she bent over and I'm strokin'
Her cheeks spread wide open, I'm beatin' it and I'm focused
[Chorus 2 - Akon]
You got me so hypnotized, the way yo' body rollin' 'round and
Round, that booty keep bumpin', titties just bouncin', up and down
You got me so hypnotized, the way yo' body rollin' 'round and
Round, that booty keep bumpin', titties just bouncin', up and down
(Now do it some mo') Just like that
(Just do it some mo') Yes just like that
(Girl do it some mo') Now shake that ass
And make a nigga like me spend that cash
(Now do it some mo') Just like that
(Just do it some mo') Yes just like that
(Girl do it some mo') Now shake that ass
And make a nigga like me spend that cash
[Verse 2 - Plies]
She bad as hell and she swole, I'm tryna play in her hole
Lil' mama a dime she cold, I fuck her once and she so'
I want her naked no clothes, I'm in the private show
No limit anything goes, I'mma let her ride me her toes
Just stand in front of me and pose, you touch mine I touch yours
To get her sprung is my goal, first time I seen her I froze
I had to get her she know, she bucked it then she fold
'Cause I'm too real and she knows, she want the goon and it shows
[Chorus 2 - Akon]
[Chorus to fade]

"I Am The Club"

"I Am The Club"


[Intro]
This here a message homie to anybody who possibly gon' be in the
club that I'm goin' in tonight homie... You better gon' head & get'cha
shine on before I get to the club dog...

[Chorus]
Let me think tonight, what I'mma do at the club?
Might show up tonight, just to throw dubs
Or I might buy the bar to fuck wit' the scrubs
How I feel tonight shawty I am the club
Let me think tonight, what I'mma do at the club?
Might show up tonight, just to throw dubs
Or I might buy the bar to fuck wit' the scrubs
How I feel tonight shawty I am the club

[Verse 1]
Parked the whip out front jumped out stuntin'
Neck full of jewels whole pocket full of money
All the goons around me so you know I'm comin'
Half a brick in my pocket ten stacks on me
Better let me ball you don't want no problem homie
Last problem in the club somebody start dumpin'
I'm the main attraction y'all peons
Got a dope boy knot on me, no one's
Came through the side do', slid wit' my gun
Somebody daughter gettin' it the question which one
'Gnaced up and on good 'dro, body numb
Let me show you how a real goon have fun

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Y'all in trouble tonight we got the club locked
We ain't dancin' over here all we do is bop
One thang fa sho we got them hammers cocked
Look at all the dimes sweat us, they comin' by the flock
Look at the lil' hater over there, got him hot
Seen him lookin' at me so I held up a knot
I don't know if you know homie I run the spot
And don't 'cha play wit' me, you ain't got enough shots
Order mine straight up, drank it on the rocks
Been in the club five minutes and done closed shop
How can one nigga be this gotdamn hot?
I don't know if it's me it might be the watch

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Slid through the club late all I need is a hour
Like they told me lil' homie money is power
Ran the streets all day I'm fresh out the shower
Watch how a goon rock let me show you my volume
Check my track record homie all I beat is stallions
I done smashed already shit you can have her
If you want her better catch her better gon' snatch her
Want straight animals over here, no hackers
Better put the cuffs on her 'fore the goons pack her
When we leave the club watch you follow after
Y'all ain't groupies baby stop bein' embarrassed
This one here in the book, this a closed chapter

[Chorus]

[music out]