Lyrics:
Damn girl looking good in your baby phat
You got an ass a skinny
Nigga could handle that
Look I ain't T-Pain I don't love strippers
I might buy em
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 club up, listen up
Hey girl, where's your drink? We goin' all get real drunk tonight
Hey girl, I got bud, we can all get fucked up tonight
And by
man's girl, even I know that
But she's devised some plan to stab him in the back
Knife in hand, says their relationship's hangin' by a strand
So she's
Baby girl, I can't imagine what it's like for you
I got you pregnant now inside there is a life in you
I know you wonderin' if this gon' make me
drown you girl
Buried under so much stacks
They had to pull back about fifty thou
Before they found ya girl
I brought book bags of that bankroll
I
you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I
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 history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
vamos (yea)
Standin' on my money, I'm taller than 2 Chainz
Three hundred thousand, I spent that on two rin's (oh)
I fucked your bitch in a old body
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
the Benz, is you stupid?
Spendin' all your dividends, is you stupid?
You must be stupid, you must be stupid
You done went and fucked my friend, is you
And when I bust I yell, "Eureka"
And when I bust I yell, "Eureka"
Six shit
Dropped out of school, I fucked the teacher
Spent a mill
(hunnids)
Rainin' on your body (yeah)
Rainin' on your body (hunnids)
Rainin' on your body (yeah, yeah)
Won't you do what I say?
Start rubbin' on your
fucked this bitch up, yes, you will, my darling
Type of girl fight for the family and jump in if there's a problem
But not today, the ocean waves
I
now, I'm your worst nightmare
I went with the girls to celebrate my birthday
We decided to go to an after party
One by one my girls went home
I thought
the sun who didn't get it
I can't believe that I could be deceived (but you were)
By my so-called girl, but in reality
Had a hidden agenda, she put my
and misery
Feathers of my wings paralyzed by the distance of my mind
Here I stand before you, the color of the night
Frozen by the potential of me
something go down
5-0 around you still around
Ever since I was younger
Kinda always had a hunger
For a fairy tale friend
Kinda like your brother
Everytime I
it remixing (whoa whoa)
It's Magic City Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah)
I'll probably spend a fifty soon as I touch down
Your plug price too
Little somethin' for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corin
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker
mean a thing
I ain't Chi Ali
I bring them out with no ID
Them boys they bring them out like I'm T.I.P.
Come here girl
Let me creep in your
girl, she's so nasty. Yo girl, she's such a freak. Love gettin' that pussy beat like Rod got beat, by police
Don't be mad at me because I fucked your
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
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