Lyrics:
of weapons when sexin'
Keep your two cents and suggestions (swerve)
Too lit with a nigga watch what i do with it
Had it all from the dirt
I was groomed by
all turn to snakes, you surrounded by serpents
These niggas be rats without no cheese behind the curtains
They thought I had fifteen minutes of fame,
[00:00.000] Booty Music - 戚爷
[00:01.420] Lyrics by：Git Fresh
[00:02.841] Composed by：Git Fresh
[00:04.302] When it be going like that boom boom
Check it out, 1996, bitches still suckin on dicks
Hoes just trippin' mayne
Choosin, they men by what kinda cars they drive
What kinda keys you
ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror Squad
From the top, we have
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
Arcadia, land on Ego, shine like Saint Seiya
Surrounded by Odin and Freya, you can tell I'm on a way out
And girl you know we ride, and girl you know we
yeah, we're lifted
Hieroglyphs in my lyrics
Get the picture? It's inscripted
World full of scrubs
Like I'm surrounded by doctors
Them fake it 'till you
surrounded by pollution
Save your two cents
I'm trying not to lose it
Had to cut you off to save myself like I'm diffusing a bomb
I'm losing my arm
I'm losing
Beware of these fake gangsters...
But why they fake gangsters..
c penny for ur thoughts naw I aint givin 50 cents to a wanksta...
I'm the assassin
Throwing
20's and them 50's
In the club
On them strippers
(Striping)
Whole gang full of big tippers
Money coming from
Bankroll six figures
(Six
of a stunna[01:59.79]My drip come in phases my swag be on gunna[02:01.71]You count on these bitches I count on these numbers[02:03.50]Surrounded by hittas I pay them in
different colors nails
Brain so genius that it's only meant for Yale
Couldn't be surrounded by the women that are pale
They could never tip my scale
If you
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
I'm infatuated wit the game I can't I love it
From
I gotta problem with greed
I swear I always take more than I need
No we are not the same breed
I stand under opf that is the creed
Chosen by God yes
loading up all the rubber rounds
When you stand too close it's drip or drown
Got 50 magazines finna buss you down
Smoking all the weed pass these hoes all
I just copy this flow
Talk about money and hoes
Should I just mumble my words
And makeup bullshit as I go
Gibberish
Did you just hear what I said
the parks
A lot of shit I say go over heads that's why I'm on your top
Like
Came from 50 cent like Cain and drew a cake a piece
Imma pinch you if you lacking
you took him, you say there is a reason
Why we burn under the sun even with spf 50
Either drought or flood, you say it has its season
But honestly I
day (woo)
And my Ruth's Chris was Chick-fil-a (baow), and a fifty cent cake (woo)
Now it's Mastro's for the steak (Mastro's for the steak)
Yeah, I
co chceš, píčo? (co chceš, píčo?) Být tebou nic neříkám (ne)
Cigánský 50 Cent (more), nevím, co přijde zítra
My máme brácho vitamín, tebe se to netýká
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but two hours of pushin broom buys
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