Lyrics:
a lit ass night yeahhh
Whole lotta bad bitches round me
50 Cent In Da Club VIP
Fine baby shaking ass right now
And she looking good to me
She twerk that
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,
Lauderdale wit the lingo
Broward
Run the numbers like bingo
Bing
Say you living by the g code
Ha
They don't really keep it g doe
Never
Real ones out here
Now it's big face time and I'm Balling on niggas baseline
It's on the wasteline
50 cent that nigga I'll let him taste 9
Then ima chase mine can't breath
uncle put the whip on it
Fuck around your bitch Ull trick on me
I look little but I'm the Big Homie
(Couldn't drive him so I had to mail them)
Round here
you Imma stick to death and beyond
Cooking up in the studio ain't talking about no Filet Mignon
Ain't got no cent but hold the 50/50 shots inside my
outta here, leave me alone
I'm the man round here, fuck what you heard
You looking at a kid that ain't scead to dirty
This little knotty head nigga
God sent wit not a cent to my name that's nonsense... here wit a knot full of wit hoping for cents in a knot... hope that don't tie your sense in
Ring ding didididing
Better call my phone
Ring ding didididing
Better call my phone
My phone ring ding didididing
Mi nah fifty cent
But di one yah many
make her get out here
Niggas know I don't fuck with no queer
I'm sipping Actavis you niggas sipping beer
They looking at me cuz I'm
Not from round here
that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me?
Here comes that guy in his stripped down Model A
And he says, ?Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my
Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought
like I'm 50 Cent right now cause many men wish death 'pon me
And them girls they slept on me but right now they're tryna get their heads off me
And,
Damn, I done walked in here
Looking like the motherfucking man of the year
Think I had the motherfucking plan of the year
Which was simply to make
Hey, lend me fifty cents for the pay phone.
You remember me. I'm Joe Magarac.
I think I can. I think I can. God damn it, yes, I can.
And if you do, I
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
of successes we can see, over a century…
Group
…ago…
(Beat Change) V8 Woman 1
In summary, here’s what we’d say?
The protest, the rallies, let’s face it,
50 cent the Game this is how we do
She let me poke her face, in poker face, then she got the deuce
If I was you, follow suite
Dogg yo bitch tryna
above.
Bar full of strangers, fifty-cent beer
God Almighty what am I doin' here
Always end up on the floor when push comes to shove,
Can't pick
shore[01:28.06]Round[01:29.75]Big[01:30.71]And free[01:31.62]Oh, oh, oh[01:32.68]Look up here clouds in the sky[01:34.68]Fast, even faster bustle, bustle fine[01:37.31]In between, just light
Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your
that's Koopa, but he look like 50 Cent oh yeah
Well G-G-G-G-ge-ge-ge-get the hell out of here yeah
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