Search results for 'hoes by 50 cent' Page #199

by the outcome
Boujee the wagon when I need a hundon
I just be packing this Glock
Got a hunnid shots
Hunnid round drum, I let the titties out
(Hunnid

Pull up on yo bitch in
Fendi, bet she wanna F, for real
Two hunnid on the dash
Fuck I look like tryna do the limit?
Three hunnid fifty on some gym shorts

and Cuz used to dress alike, wear the same clothes
Fuck the same hoes, my nigga for life, so the gang goes
Nigga used to bang with me, smoke dope with me

white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna

and have sex
Got your main bitch with me
And her pussy stays wet
Got girls like splash! Car stays fast
See me flying through the city
Buck fifty on the dash

Gurls Wit da Boom

Proof

Searching for Jerry Garcia

2005

What good is havin a head and not no brains?
She asked me if I know 50 and who made "Tipsy"
Quick to get with me, quicker to get busy

She dizzy

Sour pills, hash flour
Around with my gun cock
I'm movin by the hour
Hand on the steering wheel ice in my
Call my niggas up
Tell em on my way

cause of the trust that grew 
A couple months went by and now I'm out of the loop
I guarantee my rates are better than a cub that's true
I keep a Kane

to jumping out the gym like Fred Lavender

I could not co-op
I hate a cop
She said I thought you love me told that hoe I play a lot
You a small fry tatertot
50

fucked so this
Is what I chose right
Rap was just a hobby back then
Man I was so like i didn't think it go right
So I met these hoes like
I was busy buying

Tattoo

Legit Ballaz

Legit Ballaz Respect the Game, Vol. 3

2003

bezel that lift up
Blinding them ?booshy? hoes
I bends through the Gucci store
Grinning, Sprewells spinning, but I'm standing still
Man trying to call

niggas act like hoes
We don't be arguin'
Got niggas comin' back like they wan'
Be part the squad again
Naw, you can't get inside, bitch
Click it

posing postures still smoking
On that dope shit Feezy got the eight
I got the nine we on our go shit
Tryna play me close
My young nigga's on stand by
But

if I die
They won't give my mama a dime

That's why I'ma get rich or die tryin'
Like 50 Cent, niggas talkin' ridin'
Slidin' drive by but ain't shootin'

cost
Dirty text
All bitches waitin' on me to respond
Underground king, but I got hit's
Like Chaka Khan
And a hundred hoes tryna introduce
Me to they mom

you dead in your eyes
And tell you "you better not cry"
Put you before all my bros
I could've fuck all my hoes
His and hers new Balenci's
You

John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit

drive-by when it's beef
Like a skirt steak
Grilled in my palm like it's Earth Day
I need a Barrymore 50 First Dates
Do a bitch wrong, she gon' know it all

'cause it's hype, ayy
But a broke bitch ain't even been my type, ayy
Still riding through the city, still toting semi
Still on the blade with this fifty

anime[00:43.60]My eminence is all within this shadow[00:45.48]This my shadow garden[00:46.51]Bad bitches got em by my side[00:48.37]Make it my own

no math equation, I got the properties
The lie'll heal the situation, pain is caused by honesty

They dizzy, they can't rock with me, can't fuck with

flip my middle finga, I'm chillin on twenty million.
Da rumors turn me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop.
I'm

my style is wetter than hoes

Than blasting H2O in the fifties on Negroes

Still, brothers of today are out to get it done

Don't call us Bigger

a dirty bitch
Ayo, City Boy, 'member we robbed them niggas
For about fifty in jewels, a hundred in cash
Hahaha, this shit all come back though
Ah, yo