Lyrics:
every cent leaving my pocket
I remember watching Penny spending via credit card option
I hoped I'd be making a profit by now
Feeling so deep in the ground
and the Prince
You're spending dollars and cents
We're spending pounds and pence
And yens and rubels and marks, you think I'm playin
Man, my posse is large,
dropping shit
Drive by you know we park the bitch
If he diss put that bitch in the floor
Cause gang nem sparking shit
We got 7.62s in this scat bet you can't
bent
This two bit heart is worth about ten cents
Even though they were together
Even though they were the pair
And even though you never saw'em apart
By: jimmy buffett, steve goodman
1975
Chorus:
There's a woman goin' crazy on caroline street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you
First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give a fuck
Nigga's duck when I bust
'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much
Thinkin short like
a cold nigga, on my momma
said you need to watch your mouth
And I don’t five a fuck about your two cents
I’ll take a penny just to show you I don’t need
ain't missing not a
Cent
It's Clearly if you don't pay
Then you got my ass bent
Like a landlord I'm collecting
All the rent
Trynna invest into some shit
a cold nigga, on my momma
said you need to watch your mouth
And I don’t five a fuck about your two cents
I’ll take a penny just to show you I don’t need
a cold nigga, on my momma
said you need to watch your mouth
And I don’t five a fuck about your two cents
I’ll take a penny just to show you I don’t need
a cold nigga, on my momma
said you need to watch your mouth
And I don’t five a fuck about your two cents
I’ll take a penny just to show you I don’t need
a cold nigga, on my momma
said you need to watch your mouth
And I don’t five a fuck about your two cents
I’ll take a penny just to show you I don’t need
The bike was Huffy, attention was froze
In a twenty five cent frozen cup laid my soul
The streets had made the mold
Since fourteen holding, Pusha T was
the devil working hard and its working
[VERSE]
Niggas sleeping side by side and they proud of it
Ladies lick each other out we make fun of it
U can be
Check one-two, is this on
Alright, alright, alright
What's good y'all, my name is Alyssa Nichols
But these motherfuckers call me Five Cent, you feel
hovno
Hmm a bolo to vážne hovno
Po ceste zdutý domov som počúval svoj detský rap
V 13tich som chcel mať hlas ako 50 Cent
V štvrtej bráne býval tučný
Less than 5 grand I make yearly
And a dollar from iTunes I make, barely
Only 30 thousand plays on Spotify, equals 75 cents
Not even a dollar, God, that
inspiration
You're my solid ground
In times like these
Love will pull us through
Baby, I know I can depend on you
It costs you forty-five cents
For
at the door ay
5 6 7 8 I know my own m n ms yea
You can't understand what I'm tryna tell you underhand ay
I do backhand if I have to underline yea
1 2 3 4 how
the mystery God and murk you
Burry you mother fuckers in the ce-ment
Miss a post of that nigga in the pre-cent
Should of known my niggas don't play with
on TV
Is a prescription drug ad
I can't watch TV for four minutes
Without thinking
I have five serious diseases
Like, 'Do you ever wake up
Tired
anything from
The five and ten cent store,
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my
broke up on a crush
That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch
We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too
Put both
your breath
You pray for death
And then you're on the air!
Ninety little minutes to survive
In front of twenty million people
5, 4, 3, 2
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