Lyrics:
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
international
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl, I can look in your eyes and tell you want some more
Oh Girl
ain't even use my tongue. Just a peck on the lips
I never said that I was cool girl, that was all in your head
Ayo, who said you wasn't funny? You be
racks
You fool me while these married men pay for their bags and shoes
I hope you know that these girls are depressed by you
It’s fucked up cause they
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
all around prolly thinking we're shifty
Got an uber on the phone and he whipping around
Got your girl in the back and she stripping her gowns
I'm in
Set to BIG's "The World
Is Filled" instrumental
Yeah 50 Cent, uh huh
Governor, G-G-G-G-G-Unit'!
She ain't that chick from the burbs
That's
your head like 50 cent I feel like Rick all on your couch
Get to trippin in this bitch I'm off the, I'm off the baba
Am I a 50 boy the way I see it in my
girl, hide your lies
Only you to trust, only you
I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it
so allow me, hand me ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror
bitch
I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style
No for real ask your grandpa can I have his hand-me-downs?
(Thank you) Velour
but I can't forget
When i was asking for them dollars it was barely 50 cent
Names on the list
But I ain’t owe you shit
Never did favors
It leads
get it sixty-eight for sixty-nine, yeah (woah)
Well, I'm just sayin', yeah, uh (I'm just sayin')
No, I'm not trippin', boy, go live your life, yeah
was out in that booth, I ain't drop no music, I was frontin' my move
Tell the opps what the fuck they gon' do, 5 to 10 cents when I slide, FN2
They're
either you're a boy or a girl they predetermine your sex
Before you were even born they plan your murder and death
To make sure you never make it to your
on girl, drop it like a ass shot
Start her off with gin and tonic, mine's a double
Out in Vegas fool, you know I'm bettin' double
Double your car note,
that top 50 list
And wipe my ass with it 'cause your top 50 shit
Idiot I’m top 50 all 50 like Many Men
I see your top 20 bet me they'll be gone by 2020
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm getting yo ass
[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit
'm on Worldstar, plus I'm Worldstar
You might have seen me once before
In ya girl car
Drumma Boy the name, but I go by D-Boy
Fresh nigga never known to miss a beat
I'ma be a legend when I die
Girl, I'm getting lost, you can find me in the sky
Everything is fucked, wanna know why?
I gave you my everything, you
I got your back you by my side
Right or wrong you there for me my ride or die
Shawty I'm only tell you this once
I'm the realest you already know
New York City!
You are now rapping, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it,
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy
think[01:36.41]Your feelings they start to sink[01:38.09]I rather hurt you by leaving instead of staying to cheat[01:41.50]I'm wishing for the old me[01:43.35]But these
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