Lyrics:
vår med many men som 50 cent
Vi e eminent,
EscoBars spytter flammer, du blir brent
(100 prosent)
1,2,3
Alle jentene e med,
4,5,6
Disse chicksa stacker
Melanated Altered Carbon
I remember milk cartons
Back then nothing made sense
But the bag of crack I'd flip for 500 cents(kool aid)
Fast forward, I ain't
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna
at the zoo, cause the trenches had grabbed me
50 cents for chips, 2 for a dollar, break a bag, not stingy
She got a cute face, I compliment, bet I be in her
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
Cause the worlds still spinning on
Whole gang by my side I stay hanging on
Shots drained like a cowboy
Buck fifty for a motherfucking tone dial boy
bandz
Ice my neck up wit baguettes but ian never been to france
I got cents just like I'm fifty, I'm that nigga wit the plan
How this land of the free,
and
I'm wondering why
She loves my body and
I love her scent
The day you left
I wonder where you went
You know I'm the man
Like 50 cent
Our love fresh
all you scary got-it-good young-ass bitches stay home
And if you get picked up by the laws
Don't cry cause it's for a lost cause
Clientele ounce
like wrigleys
Spearmint the kisses
Puffy Combs did it
His confession how he paid da misses
50 cent wit it All this power
Ghost n tommy in me
Hustler by
For the funds
Just to go and hit a lick
50 50 chance I get head
Even if she in a cent
Nowadays
Conversations come with benefits
Still on the search
can run the pants off a kangaroo
He can't fly but I'm tellin' you, he can run the pants off a kangaroo
Well he was the model for the fifty cents
the rip
Heard ya man got shot he kept running his lips
I say what I want bitch I'm young 50 cent
Nigga slide in the car but the Drake left a dent
Ya man so
Rollie on my wrist brighter than my future is
Shorty standing there ass fatter
Than Rasputia is i play for the dream team
Hang out with the coolest kids
(verse 1)
Well the bill collector just called me, seems my debts are pilin’ high
And the gas pump raised 10 cents today but I ain’t even got a dime
to the wind trying to know down these pins
He'll keep swinging from the hair above his chin
Till he finds his soul in the fifty cent bin
The price
hot
For me me me baby by by by ooh
Girl your not the same, your in love with t-pain
And I cant play this game anymore I wanna keep on jumping around
[50 Cent]
ay , yo we can't stay alive forever,
so if the shit hits tha fan then we might as well die together, im hi as ever, more hoe's and more
huh
Usually start my day with 50 cent, yeah many men
They gone steal that shit to spend it, just to steal again, huh
They will never say it to you, they
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
out you a hater now you bait to Killer Whales...
Tony...
Kiki got dem PK's too much weight to get bail... and Fastlane got dem wiggers 10 for 50 big
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
The day you left, I wonder where you went
And I am the man, like 50 cent
I love her freshest hair, like a peppermint
M.I.A
M.I.A
M.I.A
Baby, why don't you
Hundred dollar bills checking those, Fifty dollar bills checking those, Twenty dollar bills checking those, In the waist line niggaz where the weapon
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