Lyrics:
sucked out your mum’s punani
You look like you’ve got cancer
So clashing me is not the answer
So you're better of going back
To the strip club
Carry
time, got guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)
Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on)
Everybody running for their motherfucking lives
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
that stamina I swear I'll handle ha and then dismantle ha
I go by big dawg you ain't fucking amateur
Now walk it like dog let me see that ass move
I'm
of the steepest hill
I gotta dodge these suvs
No cent for insurance no cent for he that raised me pays the bills
I write these rhymes getting chills
Just spend
too
I still pray every young
Nigga feel that coupe
Cause young niggas feel like me
I feel like you fifty shades of grey
Want to do me like Freddie
I
We just came to party
Why you hatin
This a new jac
You can call me Nino brown
Keep a Keisha
For a kid nap
My baby stay clean by side
Like Selina
don't lie
You fuckin' wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, you know what It is
I gave 'em my heart, they lent me they ears
This is the best gangsta shit that
Mr. wipe down ya heard me Foxx-a-million
This one be the remix!
Badazz, Savage live, Fox-a-million
Man you already know what it is ya heard me
We
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,
and I'm on my own
So why don't everybody just leave me alone!"
Now you stay at home, talking on the phone
Doin ninety miles an hour in the fifty mile zone
50 Cent:
I don't know what u heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms u can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
50 Cent West Coast Interview Clip
The fuck you thought?
I was one of them? Yeah
Imma tell you like 50 told me in 03
I don't know what you done heard
Don't make me knock it off
You ain't down to catch a hat so quit the cap
You been bitched by many men
50 cent I tell my dog to get the strap
I'm not
of time just a little bit (a little bit)
Pardon me yo I’m on some 50 Cent shit (a little bit)
The way you movin’ them thighs got me on the rise
Go from
Huh
You told me, I told you
You owe me, I fold you
Riding round all by myself
Don't know where to go to
Know it might hurt you but I'm still gon tell
without a chaser at all
I let the stones in my pinky ring talk for me dog
And I don't talk numbers with random cats in the club
I throw a fifty pack
red lights
The cops don't mind, it's aight, they say
You can do whatever, you white (I'm white)
Baby, I can do whatever, I'm white, yeah
I got me some
a fool boy ya heard me straight swerve
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swerve
Hit the parkin' lot by the club, just swerve
Headlights shinin'
or die tryna make me moan
Ha
Baby I know you love it when we riding dirty
Safety first got protection you don't have to worry
Heading home from the club
of Floyd done put that fear into many men
Many men
Fifty Cent Many Men
I'm not a fan can't pretend
Shit get crazy where my baby
Rock my baby FN
Shorty mad
You are my lady, when you cry, I wish you satisfied
Daddy, we bout to be rich, baby
I love you to the ground, drop me down, I need you to the sky
I
about who's a bigger star, Joe, Jada or Ja?
So close but so far
So many with no start
I can't believe 50 Cent and NY fell off
Then LA came back, then
a fool boy ya heard me straight swerve
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swerve
Hit the parkin' lot by the club, just swerve
Headlights shinin'
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