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(Why?)
How you bitchin' on the 'Gram if you miss me? (You miss me)
I be feelin' like you stand when you kiss me (mwah, come back)
All these bitches

that I can spare
Yosemite, fucked her in a tent
Come inside, sorry I can't
Drive back fast like I'm Hakkinen
Take her to candy shop, 50 cent
Aaayy ayyy

let a lame hit
Back shots on the bed, baby, slow down, I can't handle it
Something like 50 Cent, I lay the wood, I got the magic stick
She feel it in

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

of the Verse and I'm extra stylish
ALL STAR's on my feet yo
I'll kick it witcha at the finish line
Said if I come late then nevermind
But zero to fifty

All I needed was a chance and I'm
Ten toes down said I back it up
Winning you baby was just not enough
I gotta keep going I gotta rack it up
All I

silver buttons, buttons, buttons
All down her back, back, back.

She asked her mother, mother, mother
For fifty cents, cents, cents
To see the elephants,

packed in
At least about 50, cents
That’s how much we make like 50 cents
Uh Many men, uh, going in
Showing them that I’m flowing quick
And I’m growing

Need A Stack

Lil Wayne

Indigo

2019

the waist up, I don't take drugs
Baby, what you call it? (Woo)
What you hidin' skeletons, all up in your closet? (Woo)
You exotic, open up, let me come

cause I'll run away with that shit
Ain't no pressure on no cash, if you owe me I empty the mag (boom, boom, boom)
It can be for fifty-cent it's

and they ask for him
By name AUSK nigga I'm boss, I ain't Rick Ross but I do my thing
Im on my Jay Z shit come around your hood like you babysit
But I needs

Kung Fu

Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi 3

2018

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

and never come back if I could
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P

Baby, I can't get lost in you Can't get enough of you
Baby, I can't get lost in you Baby, I can't get lost in you
Ayy, Cam, you goin' crazy
It's 50

you must be from out of town (Must be)
'Cause everybody 'round here know that Wop don't fuck around
You was rich back then, but I'm rich right now

…time to play around, what is this? (humming
Singing) 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
Gather all my thoughts
All the bullshit I experienced is
Coming out right now

Gardena to Gardere, Louisiana (woo)
We was at Louisiana, came up off them snack packs
50 cent for Shastas, itchy blop up in the backpack
Little Caesar

then a 100 percent
Flipping this cash, flipping every single cent
I can turn a nickel into 50 cent
I'ma get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Gosh man, I

Loyalty

D12

D12 World

2004

Doc-Trizzy, Shady-Twizzie slash Aftermath
50 Cent, G-Unit, here we go, free Yayo
Motherfuck a Benzino, they don't know we finna blow
Someone better tell 'em

Pay my mama rent
Tired but not spent
Work till my back is bent
Count up every cent
Pay my mama rent
Tired but not spent
Work till my back is bent

or Lacey
It's 50 Cent and Shady, the worst, baby
You put your hands on my peoples I'll react crazy
Put a hole through your front and your back, maybe
But

clearly pay the cost
I'm the sharpest guy around and I'ma always cut my loss
Then come back for the win, I'ma make it, then I spin

Real west side

Deportees (Things Change) [Tan So Back Haul Up Mix]

Buju Banton

The Voice of Jamaica [Expanded]

1993

would a tumble ova like an avalanche
Mama dung inna di hole, an' 'I'm don't buy her a lamp
Not a line, not a letter, nor a fifty cent stamp
Him father

Deportees (Things Change)

Buju Banton

Voice of Jamaica

1993

would a tumble ova like an avalanche
Mama dung inna di hole, an' 'I'm don't buy her a lamp
Not a line, not a letter, nor a fifty cent stamp
Him father