Lyrics:
it's simple
I got sexy ladies, a whole Benz-full
And to them hoes I'm everything, everything but gentle
But I still take my time, man, I guess I
a check I feel no shame
Bounce those who's up next I got no game
Mount hoes by the neck I'm a no name
Sprout doe, leave her wet, I said no strings
Pussy
town poutin
Fuck you talkin bout doubtin?
I'm 50 Cent relentlessness
Get Rich or Die and I'm prowlin
Wolf fifty thousand out shoutin
See a sea of people
Ok I'm super lit
Wit a baddie callin me daddy and she super thick
Know she nasty chew me like taffy
Got them super lips
Turn a 50 to a milly that's
through four clubs
Stood on the couch and everyone of em' screaming out
"Hoes down and bros up"
It's different when we show up, kicking doors up
I'm a young
my prеsence sick
Never need a nigga bag I'm rich
And tell them broke hoes don't say that line
I got place card I don't wait in line
I can take your
you)
You the reason why these hoes choose
You the reason why a nigga sprayed
Candy on my old school
(And I love you)
You the reason why I quarterback
can't wait to spin
Like 50 Cent, bitch, I got many men
Who done caught bodies, they wan' kill again
My lil' niggas stalk you
Murder that shit before you
on the bar for a fifth of Hindu
Got freaks wit me, gotta get gin too
I know hoes think the same as me
Because they came to the club lookin' like freak nasty
on standby
I got a jugg sense, I know when a ham by
I used to rock Levi's, 'Miris crammed now
Up the blick and he turned pussy, boy
You ain't a dog i feel like
up, you should back up
All the hoes say I'm handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
It's a whole lotta ways I can get my
stacks for my bangles
It's misty and cold like 50
A couple bitches yeah they diss me
And now they ain't here with me, hoes
I know that you feeling shitty,
a fifty out and ask em what the fuck he mean
Ion talk about the trap bitch im trapped out
Everytime i got beef we had them straps out
I done fuck my opp
(Mmmmmh)
Taking over the whole show And there's no stopping it
Huh
Let's be honest I'm the shit (I'm the shit)
That's why I got these weak hoes fingers in
niggaz gon' speak (wipe me down)
Jiggalatin I been rollin 'bout a week
You can tell I got cake by the diamonds in my teeth (wipe me down)
Black shades
bitch said she my side and my main, my baby (my baby )
I still get that mouth that made them hoes go crazy (go crazy )
Real shit tho
But she cannot lose
got a nigga dick sittin on swoll
loosin control off the liquor
DAMN I like the way she put that thing on a nigga
She playin with my mind see
to duck tape up the peep hole
Trappin trappin trappin trappin for days no I can't sleep no
Got a thang for freak hoes, her fetish be that deep throat
I've been spittin' way too much
To hear a single thing you tell me
I got you locked up in my bars
And you ain't even in my celly
These hoes be
Eenie,
up your spine
False god of gold I will take what is mine
Dollars and cents evil and depravity
Old crooked hands of greed roll up your spine
False god
Yeah
Uh
Riding 'round the city yeah
Flip the quad for fifty yeah
Plug bro yeah I'm litty yeah
I got some more with me yeah
Riding 'round the city
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert
Profit, profit, nigga, I got it
Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster
I'ma need to see your
'm 50
In the club hated by many men
I'm sofa king
Wavy
Until them call me away
I'm sofa king
Wavy
Tomorrow not promised so today
I'm sofa king
Wavy
Until
fifty
I'm one2 one5 til the death o me
Until I'm running outta batteries
Now they ain't got shit they can say to m
None o these niggas can handle me
Gotta
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