Lyrics:
[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause
my money up, now I can pop shit
Still hit that purple punch, fuck a style-Cris'
Fuck from round here, bitch I got a wild clique
Thought that you was
hooptie ' 75
Still drives some bullshit, I don't know why
I loved the nigga though, for him put cris in the air
First one that diss him in here, I swear
hooptie ' seventy five
Still drives some bullshit, I don't know why
I loved the nigga though, for him put cris in the air
First one that diss him in
copped that Cris by the six packs
Got the fed lines ringin' let a telethon
Snitches want me locked up like Akon (ayy)
What it do? What the business
Funny how some money make these hoes not reject me
Looking for a blessin' but it seem I got a deathwish
Holdin' by a death grip
Yo, only thing on my
[Verse 1] Welcome to the land of misery Where my delivery strikes with madness Hearts explode from a touch of the 44 blastin (Party) By the killas
Hosted by Sonia and Monya, ooh
Mami, walkin' up the beach, so fly, so neat
It's me and Ginuwine, 23s on our feet
Say mami, you look good, mami, you're
let nobody know
So you guess by now that I had to get it
I can't front, I might as well admit it
Sad thing is I know I'm wrong
This fly girl she
shit, I ain't on nobody's dick
I remember when BET wasn't shit!
After a certain time on that channel, owned by white people
Fuck why'all night people
copped on those calicos
Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'
Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough
Keep gettin, my tip rocked by
(You're, so, se-xy) So sexy
(Per-fect, for, me) And this is for
My ladies that be steady sippin' Cris'
Always lookin' nice, put some ice on they belly
checks to chase... next
Repeat 1
[Ginuwine]
If you're wit' it grab your friends, follow Joe and me
'cause it's on, it's on
Went in and got the Cris
of work, I got to re-up quick
Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides
Every hit my bank rise and no bitch I ain't high
I've been hotter since
I'm fuckin limbos, lay on the wingfin
By the way I be blingin, the pay that I bring in
Mind spendin a day with the kingpin?
Answer yo cell, all day
calicos
Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'
Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough
Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes
It's
three's for all the M 3's
Racin across the Tapenze
?Matchin see's? followed by the white Lincoln
drivin like I ain't thinkin
Wit my hats
all the M-3's
Racin across the Tapenze
?Matchin see's? followed by the white Lincoln
drivin like I ain't thinkin
Wit my hats and lights blinkin, let
bodyguards couldn't protect you ducks
I care less if you a Trailblazer
My cris-cross on girls is sharp, why'all get cut off with a razor
Even if you have
Vicky lingerie
Candles lit, rose petals on the bed
Blazing hella weed
Concentrating on what's next, be next
Bet you by the dollar
Make you
Hosted by Sonia and Monya, ooh
Mami, walkin' up the beach, so fly, so neat
It's me and Ginuwine, 23s on our feet
Say mami, you look good, mami, you're so
that gat
The other queen of MemphisHypnotize Camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches...
In the club posted up
Eight hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' Cris fuck
came by?
Would you FUCK him or would you deny? Shit...
It ain't like he don't know what we like
Just a little bit of ice, haven't straight for life
en stand-by
Je ne sais rien de l'océan
De tout ce qui m'attend encore
J'entends le cri des mandragores
...
J'ai le cœur en stand-by
Le cœur en
Discuss these patita by cri cri Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In