Lyrics:
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
(Tre is that a band?)
Im finna get out the hood
Just to come back in some new shit
They say Im misunderstood
Give a fuck about ya two cents
I see
on my business and push it to a new amount
Niggas wasn't trapping huh? 'til the bras came around
Why it take so long just to introduce a newer sound?
me hounding me trying to be my only
I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie.
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
(Yeah) What would fuck me up more
Watching her
Shia Lebeouf
Project PEO peanut butter falcon stuff uh uh
Sticky fingers wit Britney Spears from 50-cent pears
Now I'm actin tough
Address me wit some
Things picking up fast
Confessions just posted can't wait for my incoming 50-cent check
Lately inspiration been nonstop
I'm a kid in a candy shop
Don't
got it (whats wrong with you?)
50k cash, I got it (i got it)
Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (i got it, bitch)
The game on smash, I got it
My hoes
turned her round, and then I fucked her gave her 50 cents
Fuck her from the back,all she wanted was some hot chips
Hope you know by now I'm Young reckless
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
just to sit around
Been a rollingstone
You can tell how I get around
Know where I been
And this is where I'm at now
Don't drive a Ford
But I'm used
was hungry I told her come eat on the dick
Im all bout the G-G-G-G's like I'm 50 Cent
My niggas so humble
They cleaning the plate when they finish
the couch up for 50 cents
Aye, wave (hmmm) aye
Hop off the boogie, they throwin' sand
100 dollars, she came out her pants
200 dollars, she bringin' her
you'd finally get your wish
'Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
You fuckin' punk pussy, fuck you, chump
Give me a one-on-one, see if I
Trailer 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 pushing broom
Buys
on my jacket, Rolls-Royce truck for extra fifty
Just incase I run into her, I'm tryin' my best to stay spiffy, yeah
See the pussies on the sideline
I'll show you what I'm 'bout
[50 Cent]
Nigga now gotta let me break it down for you how it's gon' be
You don't wanna fuck with Snoop cause then
I'll show you what I'm 'bout
[50 Cent]
Nigga now gotta let me break it down for you how it's gon' be
You don't wanna fuck with Snoop cause then
Ride around in a new car
Shooting for the moon but I landed on the stars
I'm just sitting Moon-whistling
And baby what's your name again sorry I
Gardena to Gardere, Louisiana (woo)
We was at Louisiana, came up off them snack packs
50 cent for Shastas, itchy blop up in the backpack
Little Caesar
she dating
"Like what type of cent you makin"
Ain't no type of sense she makin up all types of shit
Just for continuous conversation
Slowly tryna slip
a skit, catch me pissing on these black forces
He can't hang around the team, he ain't blowing nothing This bitch tryna be my GFE, just let me hold
a dollar
Even fifty cent
‘bout them just a forward
An’ me nuh know weh them went
Me crush them out like
Some drop or cement
Chorus
Don’t you ever try
the lob
She eat dick corn on the cob
Did his bid got hit with fraud
Nigga diss know how that end
Save her name as 50 Cent lil bitch got hit by many men
Oh
the paper
Got rich off that whippy whip
Almost died trying like I'm 50 cent
Get the shit and then flip the shit
Spend the profit like I'm richy rich
Nigga
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