Lyrics:
fiends, stay true, get money, and that's
By any means I'm zoned out, she talk a lot but don't say anything, I zoomed out the parking
Lot, this shit like 50
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
Told your man take my number put it in his cell
I got fans in the trap, I got fans in them cells
Many men, Fifty Cent
I got fye like I'm Brent
I got mens
history of hip-hop
From way way back
(His martha gupa's?) Hip-Hop Father
Charlie Ahern Wild Style
And 50 Cent's Fifty and More
I used to read this to my
or you gon' die tryin'
Bitch, I feel like 50 cent
I got 21 questions but I got 60 tecs
I'm a ride for my guys and I can't fold
We be makin' plays up in
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
like "Yo, that's fifty dollars for a t-shirt"
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a t-shirt, that's just silly overpriced
much time you got
Told you,"shouldn't run a lot"
Now look how much time you got
Take life on the streets- your own
Made by Grease beats- pure dog
a crew neck
I can rap for hours nigga, I can go for days shit
My 50 cent with power on his 50 Shades of Grey shit
I been clocking in for hours I need 50
to spark
I needed a nickel to make me sum cents
He ain't got a heart cuz he come from the trench
Stepped up to the stage, I'm like ladies and gents
I'm finna
Haters like the po po they watching
Straight stalking
I'm blocking
Keep that two cents I need quarters by the meter
The beat ain't do nothing but I beat
a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I
Yeah I just need like 50 plans
Spent my last like 50 cents
I window shopped like 50 cent
That bitch she right
Ray Bandz on my face I got
"G-Unit"
There's no competition, it's just me
50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these streets
If David could go against Goliath with a stone
I can go
Way to high
I'm up to something
I can barely even function
Whats he on
Like 50 fuckin'
Small white pills
And a mystery substance
This that shit that
French frames in dreams
At the city I can't escape
50 Cent, Darkchild, So Plush
Girl, I wait for your lovin'
There is no rush, what
That's how Darkchild
sale, fifty cents a cap
50 Cent got eight caps in his fake ass, and a Maybach
But he rented that, where the dentist at?
Need some whitening toothpaste,
Hard headed than a pit (I can't stop)
50 cent in my pocket bet she still love me like I'm rich
I get money how ain't
How had a job in a year
How you
Born fifty years too late
I like spring, dogs and rusty screen doors
Candle light on creaky wood floors
A good sunrise and fireflies in a jar
I fucked first night, I ain't hit her back, I don't wanna fight
You can get her back, I ain't beefin' 'bout no dog hoe
Can't find a bitch like Waldo
jajaja
T-pain
Victor "el nasi", "nesty"
W yandel
En conexión con 50 cent
Y todavía se atreven decir que son los numero uno jajaja
Seguimos
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
fascinated by the game
I bugged out
They raised twenty-five cent prices
For my video games
Mortal Kombat time for no contract
Back to the Future no one told
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