Lyrics:
nah, we ain't showin' no love
We gon' pull up, fill a nigga up
Get that boy blood by I put him in the tub
Cartier hittin' like sus, solitaire stone, ho
they ain't got no cars, they
Stay with they mommies, I count a 50 in your face, stress a nigga out, Joe and Phoenix
By my side, beat a nigga down, your
walk, nigga that's my gun walk
Uh, fuck that nigga, ho ass nigga
Leave that nigga with a toe tag, nigga
Barrel so long you can pole dance, nigga
Run up
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
Way to Florida with my ho in Pensacola
Ain't too far from Georgia
I like to fuck her on the
Beach right by the water in Tampa Bay
Ain't no brave in them
contracts (nah, nah, nah)
Matter fact, I'ma get him set up by to the stripper (have her do it)
Tell her I got fifty, I know that ho gon' be with it (she
the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range
When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (yeah)
Nigga pull up, think he G.I.
my shoes or afford to pay my dues
Wit your cartoon crews, you niggaz destined to lose!
I rock Eminem and 50 Cent crowds
And spend most of my weekends
on it
My ho ridin' in the car, she found her bra, bringin' up bitches on me
She don't know that AR got 'em pants, I went and put titties on it
Fuck
Styr allt som en dirigent
I'mma get rich or die tryin' 50 Cent
Hade 50 spänn dubbla den
Sasha tog över klart vi banka den
Fanns en period jag inte
like we we we
Must have heard somewhere
I know exactly where
Right on Ross's neck
We're in studio fifty like we're fifty cent
Rollin' in da club
now, now
Remember back when I was Penny Pinchin
Split a dollar with my nigga, both of us gon' 50 cent it
Many enemies that want me finished, still I keep
Hello, how you doing?
I can give you good massage
I can be your everyting, you give me fifty bucks
If you no say nothing, I can give you
Cor-Cor-CorMill
You know what I'm sayin', we go by YNW
And I don't think the world really ready for this right now
But we really from another
that fire, I was just slidin', ho (slide)
Feds outside the trap house, I was outside high on a boat (yeah)
I don't get drunk, only sip drank
Told
they said that I'm snobby
Spinning my ho's
Bitch I feel like I'm Scotty
Where is my Jimmy? I'm living like Johnny
Cowabunga going dumb, Kamikaze
In your
I'm on it, stay lonely
Got to top down for myself
Stay lonely, lonely by myself
Stay lonely, lonely, by myself, by myself
Yeah, the fattest, mackest
a mothafucka
Keep it real, never lie to a mothafucker hold me down
Chillin' in a-gadda-da-vida, rockin' Adidas
With a senorita and she sippin' liquor by
jumpin', jumpin'
The place packed
? 'round here, don't know how to act, act
We buy alcohol, nigga, buy the racks
We balled out, spendin' shit by
got that twice
Bitch I'm Diddy ho fuck your advice
I said bitch I'm Diddy ho fuck your life
Shut your mouth when you in the presence of kings
I ball
myself goin' down
50 bands, with a whole 100 rounds
Judgement Day, we gone burn up the town
Sick of recording
Am I tired of gettin' money? That's never
zoomin'
Sippin' a lil drank, snoozin'
Walking into the bank, foolish
Tryna copy, you can't do it
Ho tried to play me, I ain't stupid
She wanna lay up,
what I'm saying?
So answer my question (Durk)
Is you riding for the case you know? (For the case you know)
Is you dying by the case, you know? (Is
Its 50, yeah it's time I laid back on em
Real smooth yeah
I'm not down for the mind sex
I'm tryin' to get some pussy and jet
You can burn
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