Lyrics:
a lil' nigga on fire
My plug just got too fire
Fuck around, free my nigga
My bitch gon' do that diddy
Talking 'bout racks, blow fifty
We blowing racks by
time see Lil Blinky
He ain't do shit, and that's on dogs
I bet he won't put it on Diddy
Matter of fact, ask Lil Diddy
Why
Cause he was right there,
Something special
Unforgettable
50 Cent (Cent)
Justin (-tin)
Timbaland (-land)
Goddamn (damn)
She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her
Something special
Unforgettable
50 Cent (Cent)
Justin (-tin)
Timbaland (-land)
Goddamn (damn)
She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her
when I'm pimpin'
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with
sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
I don't dive into this shit I just do it to fuck
Brand new AK, all black (uh huh)
Tunechi gave me this gift wrapped (shit)
Your bars sweet, candy, Kit Kat (oh)
Hope you pussy niggas get mad (mad)
going in (Don-Don)
Yeah, ugh, geah, what it do, New York City?
(Brrrah) i wore shiny suit's when I
Was down with Diddy (It’s okay)
You heard us going in
Woo, that's the new slang dummy
And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags
For the money motherfucker, Wall street cash
Red jet,
down your door yeah
That's why Diddy shows me love on Twitter he ignores yuh
That's Ricky Rozay followed me and he don't know yuh
That's why I'm
homey got shit locked
Public Enemy #1, Flavor Flav with a wristwatch
All black G-Units, all black Impala
I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin the six-fo'
50 Cent
I just got some new tint, ridin dirty like a benzo
We don't even do shit, why you sayin you my friend for?
You can keep your two cents cause i'm tryna
shit was different
They ain't think it would work
Now I'm bigger than life
In the back of the Bach with Diddy
I just paid for a stripper new titties
She
50 Cent]
[50 Cent]
Yeah Buck.. lets take it down south so they know whats going down there
(tenisfield) Tennessee,
Haha..
Get'em Buck!
[G-Unit
Aiyo, I know these niggas don't like me
But I don't like none of ya'll niggas, you know what I'm sayin
50 cent, 9-9, motherfuckin doo wop
Volume
cop me
In the back of the cab, this hoe sucking dick from the front seat
This her aftermath, like I got 50 Cent on me (straight stacks)
Trap spot's
yeah, they ain't nothin' like him
My main bitch think I'm a pimp 'cause all these hoes be on my dick (yeah)
These hoes ain't worth fifty cent (no, these
bruddas Ian change shit
Yeah
Hop in a skat and it's litty
I got the power I'm calling the shots like I'm 50
Walk in designer it's in me
Put that shit
just let them leave
Those seven class days Man, I can't think straight for
50 damn minutes (50 what? 50 what?)
50 damn minutes Man, fuck this shit
I'm
of Kanye West and 50 Cent
Dropping on the same day, couldn't wait for our pay day
Me and my boys had a job, we worked the same place (T-Dot)
Worked for
Really feeling
Like what life Is
Supposed to be like
When you focused
On ya mike shit
But you know
New levels
Bring another version
Of Lucifer
Never been
the Jersey winter
Call that shit Allegra snow
Nigga take a shot at me
Imma end his chance to blow
Like we fighten' for New York
And it's me that hold the globe
got plenty boppers
This is 50 on this Glock this a melon popper
I bet you piss and diddy bop if you try shit Hitta been smoked yo homie now you
have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah, there's
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