Lyrics:
to let, 50 cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Two hours of push broom
Buys a eight by 12 four-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no
laughing, my plaques' from album sales
Y'all is ringtone platinum, but ninety-nine cents adds up
I don't hate 'em, I congratulate 'em
The new young Prince
men, get rich or die like I'm 50 Cent
Remember when life was the simplest, back when I didn't have fifty cent
Sober now, I'm takin' Yoga classes
I'm
50 Cent I'm makin hits now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard I'm the shit now
Some bitches changed, cause they know I'm fittin to blow
You should
Yeah Jay-z I'm callin you out, you suck, you hang out wit 50 cent 'cause you're not worth a dollar buck. And for chammillionaire you horrible and even
boy in his stripped-down Model A
He says, "Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check, my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my tires, won't you
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
rent
Me not come beg you fifty cent
That's nobody's business but my own
And if he says that I'm to move
That won't stop me from improve
That's nobody's
Hit the amoco for a 50 cent swisher
Nine fifty left I hit my Patna 4 a blizzal
Uncle 2 cuppin but he drinking liquor
Hit the 4 door creepin listening
Feel it in the soul
Dime bitch
Up and down the pole
Cold antarctic froze
Fine bitch
Dime bitch
Bustin' bands
Watch the stacks unfold
She a 50 cent
Standing on the steep cliffs
Pondering with time
Late night thinking with a phone by my side
My mind, like a waterfall pouring with thoughts
I'm
50 Cent
Numbers on that Larry June flow, got crypto by the load
If we talking 'bout myself? I never sold when it got low
Every fucking song I got bang
Yeah' like Mr Windle
Shit, they tell me that I'm
Spitting like an old fool
These little kids think 50-Cent is old-school
They try to question my
I spent in beats
Then about another six fifty just to get the shit mixed at least
Album cover's two hundred, plus the production of physicals
Music
Back in the mix again just for the hell of it
Stop hittin' my line always trying to be relevant
Not fifty cent, but I've been tried by many men
Yeah,
cents in, that's two pennies
Bet my amigos win, they ready
They offset, yeah that's plus 50
'Cause I battle men, and I'm beating many
I'll head down south
Fifty cents.
Forty cents.
Thirty cents.
Twenty cents.
No you can't.
Yes I can, yes I can.
Anything you can dig, I can dig deeper.
I can dig
Fifty cents.
Forty cents.
Thirty cents.
Twenty cents.
No you can't.
Yes I can, yes I can.
Anything you can dig, I can dig deeper.
I can dig
ganz 11-50 macht XV
Ganz 11-50 macht X
Kein Hype a la Kitty Kat
Bin nicht 50 Cent, nein, ich bin independent (ah)
Bis der Bruder weiß, Wien ist
mother, mother, mother
For fifty cents, cents, cents
To see the elephants, elephants, elephants
Jump over the fence, fence, fence.
They jumped so high,
mother, mother, mother
For fifty cents, cents, cents
To see the elephants, elephants, elephants
Jump over the fence, fence, fence
They jumped so high, high,
толкнул тебе зелёный, дорогой как 50 cent
Я слыхал про тебя в жизни ты не стоишь даже Cent (cent)
Ты не стоишь даже цент
Скоротал те вечера, когда весь cash
Oh, oh
Faroon Baby
Let's go
Du siehst mich im Club so wie 50 Cent
Flaschen, Bad Bitches, immer mit der Gang
Gestern war ich broke und hatte
One, two, three, four
Ey yo hip zum Hop
Ich geh in den Candyshop
Kauf das ganze Sortiment
Dikka ich hab Fifty Cent
Badaboom yo
Wir kommen
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