Lyrics:
keep a lil Uzi
I keep a 50 inside of my clip
If he talking that shit knock some cents in his head
I'm just a lil bit shaky I ain't in da club
Cuz I know
that's a fact
I keep that ass fed and i keep that ass fat
I keep on doing something cause you keep on coming back
I feel like fifty cent cause i keep
upon me that's many men
50 cents you won't drive by mini van me
I spoke to your bitch said minute man you
I tend to spin blocks like ceiling fans uh
Bad
for him
No HNDRXX I'm too toxic for all of them
One bad bitch and she fucking on many men
I guess that her pussy on 50 cent
And she back around and it's
that action
We ain't acting
Don't you wanna be like 50 cent
Fill you up like I did that little bitch
Abort them kids were the worst seeds
We don't
Never been a person you could call content
You'll can't get a dollar outta 50 cents
Spent my youth preparing for the worst
The best is yet
her rent her today
I might leave her bent today
Pull up with that magic stick I feel like 50 cent today
I need me a girls that listen I just want
denkt und scheißegal ob ihr mich feiert.
Immer noch besser als alles was ihr mir vor leiert.
Eure Mucke hört sich irgendwie an,
Als würde 50 Cent nach
pleasant grove, to Oak Cliff, Ima nuisance, shutin niggas down like a suplex, or a duplex with no rent, 50 couldn’t buy my convo even with he 2 cents
Ima
of movin' them bricks for my Balenci' kicks
My cousin got shot up by many men
Wish he was 50 Cent
We would still be gettin' rich or die tryin'
Flash out
Walk
Just fifty cent in my hands you know half a dollar, now I'm on a high prices yacht you can't afford this, eating swordfish trying to make it
acrobatic backward flips.
The baddest bitch on my hip,
Price on his head make change like he 50cent.
Never snitch, i plead the fifth, i drink a fifth.
Front
I’m Too shifty
Keep it a buck I’m too fifty
Homie who get me?
Guess I’m starting to make cents/sense now
I’m still a Giant when I’m bent down
You
We got a lot of herb to blaze
(Herb to blaze, herb to blaze)
Uh
Yeah
Fuck it up
50 Cent I'm in the club
Four hundred and twenty blunts when I'm fuckin'
way ima shine
Trying to focus on my image
How I picture myself
Come like Kodak with the hooks
Draw a picture
I'm like Nas with punchlines
50 cent my
this 50 Cent ain't cuttin' it I'm like a prophet with a staff and I get profit with my staff you know I get up on these tracks with a loco motive I keep
that I got hated
Hated how I got played
Get rich or die tryin'
Make hits or die rhymin'
50 cent he went diamond
Lauryn hill she went silent
Eminem
her line.
I got ghosted by death, but damn the sex felt just fine.
It’s so disgraceful innit how you could pull up so ignant.
I got so much death
A youngin was out stealing chips
50 cents for zebra cakes
When I was down bad on my dick
I Grew up on paper plates
Mom got mad when we used dish
Mama tried
stomach like enzymes
Make a bad bitch touch it no busta rhymes
I'm balling in public with hang time
I ain't 50 cent but I got five dimes
The money be
instead of Using common sense
Cause apparently they matter to Make 50 cents
Ain't that fucked up
Cause it got me overworked
To rise higher up the ladder
Up
who giving out just fifty cents
I don't have a weed limit I be smoking many grams
Niggas fucking up the game buying up the only fans
Playing with
I am not Fifty Cent
Brand new PS5 but can't pay yo rent
You reach in yo pockets and pull out lint
I'm talking bout how yo money is spent
If you are
dark days
Memories I prayed that would fade
Somethings that I wish I couldn't remember back from the days when I was young
Talking fifty cent juices
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