Lyrics:
fine when you turn twenty-five
And that the things that she could teach me would surely land me a wife
Life-changing to say the least
And when she was
being brochureal on that bitch
I go by the name of Mr. Nino
Introduction, all these lil' nats
Tryna suck up on my reproductive organs
But I got this shit
bitch regular
Twenty-five cent won't get you nowhere
If you eat me you ain't coming up for no air
Bubblegum king
I swear to God I got no heir
You hoes mad
trip talking slick (talking slick)
Whole team stay fresh to death (fresh)
Hoes still won't get a cent (not a cent)
I've been working overtime (overtime)
change your style
Lie down and bend over
Bad man like casanova
Bad girl wanna ride me like range rover
(Verse 3: Matty Cent)
Thirty Five K for the nigga
Ball buster ten cent Jane
Dead soldier in a picture frame
Behind the sticks in the red
Under the table over his head
Sucky sucky bang
Aye yeah, shawty how you been
On a scale from 1 to 5
You know you a perfect 10
I can't lie I want you bad
Yeah so bad I can't pretend
Make a, pray
still saying he ain't tell
That don't make sense, make that make sense
It was tax on the drink, I need 8 cents
I gave her Pepto-Bismol and it made her
chat
But I don't think it's gonna stop
Still going going by the name "Ziploc"
5 blows going everywhere still 'gon pop
I just pay in a hope that I don't
Mm
Oh
It was 3 AM
Oh
And I remember
I remember
I remember it was 3 AM
Didn't have no damn sense of where I was
Didn't have no damn cents couldn't
hovno
Hmm a bolo to vážne hovno
Po ceste zdutý domov som počúval svoj detský rap
V 13tich som chcel mať hlas ako 50 Cent
V štvrtej bráne býval tučný
Fake friends all around me
I Don't trust these Niggas im
All By MySelf,Im All By
MySelf
Fake friends all around me
I Don't trust these Niggas im
All
the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You've
surrounded by crooks
[Young Buck]
There once was some niggas that tried to murder me
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
This 4-5 has made a lot
like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long
more than I needed to know!"
And then we both were quiet
And things got real intense
Then she says "next window please,
That'll be five dollars
Welcome child you fell down my stairs
Don't try to move
You need some repairs
I sense in you a question
Then it's time for introductions
You
got Benjamin's
Toxic niggas for the win
I'm not liked by many man
Feeling like I'm 50 cent
Member having 50 cents
Hundreds made off flipping it
Enough
spot her getin round
With no mace
He died a cent a go, made sure he lent a bro His name is ain't stickin now went to waste
We not identical, V's a demi
Probably 'cause I gotta tell myself another lie
'Cause that's what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
Wanna hold you,
orders soda
Earth shake, milk shakes, ten cents a piece
They kissy and huggy nice
Oh, by jingo, it's worth the price back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers
sometimes you can't come back
Like momma said that if you need 5 cents don't ask for 3
Ask for 10, that's what's up
Yo fuck a rhyme artist, I ain't here
the back with me
I put my eighty-five cents in
And walked to the back
Where the only open seat was next to her
And I was extra sure until somebody sat first
faces
By the way this Clayton and my mind sick
It spreads contagious let's remind them
My private school's patrons of rhymin' fools and viable troops
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