Lyrics:
hitler six feet below
FDR he pulled a nifty
Got our island for just fifty
And do limeys dey pack up and go
We dance through the streets in celebration
Da
We fifty niggaz deep
I'm nifty-nifty niggaz
I'm fifty niggaz deep
Fifty niggaz deep
I'm fifty niggaz deep
You fifty niggaz deep
You fifty I'm fifty
a thug baby, bitch, I'ma live it up
She lick the dick, kiss the tip, but couldn't get it up
I'm in the club with this .50, I'll send it up
Ain't no
why you keep that tool like dat?
Why you move like dat? I hit the club 50 deep (aye, aye)
How you get so high like dat?
Why your eyes like dat?
It's Saturday night and to the night club
I got the Tanqueray, juice, and the Green Bud
Tacked on the freeway doin' fifty y'all,
A brand new thang
to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean
Now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by
a little crazy
You can ride it like a Ford F-150
Then make me some breakfast, that would sure be nifty
Ride it like a horse
Ride it like tractor
Go'on
And while the tourists order their "bru-shetta"
I'll smugly ask for my "bru-sketta".
I may live at home till I'm fifty
But I'll spin pizza dough pretty nifty
to pass 50
I'm talking 50-bill
You niggas don't fit the bill
You niggas don't keep it real
You fake as Pamela's titties
I pound kitties
Then hit the club
I’m sitting up drinking
Through the past I’m just thinking ‘bout the next thing
And I pop more tabs than the 60’s
When I’m fucked everything nifty
Never
Banner
I got dozens of nifty suits, and they'll all shoot
Leave you with a squadron, my armory will harm you
(Hook)
Mark 7, I suit up and clap quick
Mark
kinky
Lotta moves I make tend to be risky
In da club they askin me all these questions Kinda got me feelin a bit like 50
Im nifty with it sippin
Been a hippy
Nifty-fifty, all blue, real Crippy
Big money, long stocks, ask Pippy
Mask on, one sock, I gets busy
I smoke Blacks, relax, and watch Walt
old
How the game go, where the pain go, where the blame go
My mind wanders on a PJ, my momma brought up in the PJs
In the club sippin' P&J on the same
In these veins I'm running ice, I'm so nifty
I don't give 2 cents, I give 50
The bigs made way for me to be legendary
Don't even doubt it
We getting
see if I make 50 (Probably not)
Suits in all color when I pop out I be looking crispy
Took her home after the club, cause I thought she was nifty
Catch
loves me
I love hundreds dubs and fifties
Artists think they nifty
Till theres clips up in the simmie
Then they see the real team
Nah they ain't fucking
In the club wit yo main thang
Every week it's the same gang
Call that bitch a cool hop
Got me feelin like 2 Pac
I see the same hoes oh oh
I see
killing squares, riding around
Coolest nigga in yo city
Even when I'm not in town
Smoking like I signed for 50
Million and I'm underground yeah, uh
Smoking
also shy
Let me tell me you bout your boy baby i’m 35 i got a brand new hair cut cost me a hundred and fifty put it on the credit card pretty nifty yeah,
a snitch)
Play my songs in the club
If you wanna get lit
But Don't play me nigga i ain't the one
Patron 42 just to get her fuck
(Just to get her to what)
One
akwu m mana everyday ipasa na club anwu so nkwu abulo
Mbosi obula m ga enwe gi am taking my money
Nga etiche kwa gi abulo
Ochicha mere ihe eboro oke so
gonna really see how I'm coming
50 on my chain just to let my nuts hang
Fucked a bitch till her voice hoarse Ford mustang
The pack come in plus size
to make a dollar
Can't fear no man
Ima don dada
Won't trust no chic
Can't get this dic
Get hooked like dope
This magic stic
But I'm worth more than 50
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