To Whom It May Concern Lyrics - Plies

I'm off in jell like a trap 

I want it all like now 

These niggas hush and gabble 

I got no pussy left 

Think that lil bitch is a devil 

I'm in a claw with a hound 

That fellow felt like a pound 

Life is a mother fucking gamble 

Pull in the right invert 

He might be right off for work 

I want former former 

I got the lil pussy first 

You shamed you ain't going to church 

Playing with me get you hurt 

I'm still in real loves no shirt 

I get on that drink and I lurk 

I'm fucking a model tonight 

He may never shot me with no eye 

If I cannot roll then I die 

45 when he showed the price 

I stay up the head of the rye 

Ain't talk at the bread and rye 

And yo bitch ain't ever do it again 

Get ran over on a blood bye 

Your money your money your money 

Who the fuck you think I am a dummy 

And any nigga who got a problem with me 

Tell them nigga I said rotty 

I got depressed on the scale 

I love when pussy don't smell 

I do not shoot in the house 

I wanna trap with ya 

I want a Ford in the hood 

I had to drop out with you 

Three for the tenners and you 

Look nigga don't make me do it 

In the games and let 'em do 

All the dog you sell them to 

It is embarrassed that you ever more 

Got a dime and dazzle and jewel 

Got a rap order me now 

Got a quarter million right now 

I'm going up bitch I live in the sky 

All the things nigga gotta die 

Not all my niggas can rap 

But all my niggas can try 

I put my stone above 

All want the pussy above 

I'm bout to vision the words 

This city where I got a bag 

I like to ball in cash 

They asked what did it to me 

I don't like to argue with nigga 

I'm late like I'm on a digger 

You ain't a white man you ain't no hero 

It's minder when I'm in the building 

Had a bigger verse than bitch I be own 

If you don't believe it then put on the song 

You really fuck me the homie girl is home 

I don't give a fuck if I'm already on 

What is my limit I don't fucking know 

My brains short for my money is long 

I'm the reason you was a clone 

You know gangsters ain't loyal 

Tone what the fuck is you saying you know I know 

You fuck with the center you know I'm the fault 

Laugh at my niggas when I'm on my own 

My band they gon give me and overreport 

I'm on the bitches when I hear the door 

I threw this money you sit on the floor 

You fuck her for money then you is a hoe 

If I speak with you niggas don't fuck what you know 

I'm laughing at everyone counting me out 

I don't really know nigga come out the south 

I want these niggas they playing the trout 

How would you know what Im talking about 

When I'm really bored I'm popping the clutch 

When I'm the club they drive me to cuss 

When a miller went dead be lucky another 

If you aren't my niggas then you owe me nothing 

I had a million dollars one million followers 

I had a million dollars one million followers 

I swear to god what I talk about 

Fuck nigga I can force a problem 

I had a million dollars one million followers 

I had a million dollars one million followers 

I swear to god what I talk about 

Fuck nigga I can force a problem 

To whom it may concern 

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