Lyrics:
(50 Cent)
Might just fuck the nigga bitch
I ain't got shit to do (yeah, I can)
Gotta put my shit on DND soon
As I hit the booth (Hit the booth)
Why you
up, we can mail that
Teacher told me go get a job, I said where the scale at?
Bitch, I'm straight balling
Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch
hear that joint let me get it
Got a joint better hit it, you better quit
Words from my mouth razors
Scarring your face, with deep south boom bap by DJ
a paciência curta
Igual uma música ruim
Do 50 Cent! Ele não tem
Eu vou curar todos os seus filhos com asma
E mesmo se eu morrer
Vocês vão presenciar o meu
to get me by
So I stack it up, man, I gotta work for it
Yeah, I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
I wanna flex hard
Haaaaaa
(SYN shit n****)
Yeaaaa
(93Meexhie)
The underdog N****
(Fuck yo producer my beat is by Meexhie)
YeeeeaHH
The Money, The Ice, The Shine,
within
The coin that I commit to the collection plate
I resent the senseless - bent incensed
The scent is intense - present my cent
Impressed by praise
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
another knot
Keep your bank on swolle and your honey in the pot, bitch
Because I can back it I can't help but talk shit
Feeling like 50 Cent when he
weren't fuckin' with me
I was fighting demons, peace of the city
Tryna get a kick, catch you at a buck fifty
New Balance got me fucking drippy
Young
[Skip]
Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen
Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in
Listen, I know we just came from fishin
paying him a dollar an hour
And they was paying me fifty cent
They said, "if you was white, should be all right"
"If you was brown, stick around"
lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy
I said listen man i rather give you my last
To see you live again
family good some days, yeah
Remember havin' 50 cent to my name for lunch
A quarter juice and some hot flames
We was sittin' on the couch watchin' He
to the grave where you noticed I was gay uh huh, uh huh
An ice cream truck
Drives my way by
Popsickle sticks for 50 cents man
My mouth is blue
I lost my keys
and get your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your
a hit
Came home did a hit again
Didnt make the news
But that shit hit citizen
I swear to god I been feelin like 50 cent
Loved by many but hated by many
Uh yea uh
This shit raw no cut uh
Uh uh uh foxes only lets get it
I'm by the city so I ain't got the drakes I brought all the switches with me
envy
You say you got money nigga really
I bring them racks in by the plenty
You broke as fuck don't got a penny
Don't need yo two cents
You wasn't
dick
Bust a clip while I'm twisting a spliff
Ya man Dae could give a fuck less, I'm letting it rip
They all think I'm dead, when they see me they gonna
can't mess with no clowns but yo I'm really it
Crazy The Game tried to scam me he ain't got 50 Cent
I'm going straight to the top now out of shape they
When I ain't have 50 cent
I said I gotta get lit
or I'm Die Tryin
Born to be on top
You cang stop this
I'm the mvp
Like I'm dragic
Spitting fire
Like
fifty cent, in a bad predicament
The gon' bust your head by them dead green presidents
Wipin' down the evidence, shooters at my residence
All this
Discuss these follow me by 50 cent Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In