Lyrics:
like 50 sins
100 bands or 50 cents
Shit don't matter keep it 100 man
That's what's I tell me on my cloud
Yes I'm a humble man
Say it out loud
Make them
forgot a friends name
When I was listing them
Told them all the songs are fifty/fifty
Profits low that if I split it
To each it'd be a couple cents to them
dope
Fridge full of diamonds,
Torch rollin for Terp smoke
I keep the purp bro-
Pass it round the circle
Got 50 other strains in
Tucked away like some
that sauce
So asseblief, please pause
Let the beat breathe dawg
I've got moves you wouldn't believe
If this was Ripley's dawg
Hope it makes cents like 50
alright
But of course I wasn't about to just give up my son
So I did exactly what I thought should be done
I worked my ass off and I saved every cent
I sold
some young niggas in my city,
Don't got one cent ride with the fifty
It's some young niggas in my city,
Get all the hundreds and get all the fifties
Get
niggas as jokes
Boscotti with the candyland
The only tree that I smoke
The pack travel to a land
By a car plane or a boat
I been hungry for the green
That
like 50 Cent when drop many Men
Living everyday and I'm shooting for The stars Backwood filled with MAC 1 I'm on mars
Everybody turnt they back on me
mattress bed
In fact I get practice being dead but I sure feel like I am on fifty shades of meds
Let me get that Adderall I'll give you fifty cents i insist
got a drum if i see many men plot then i'm shooting out the 50 (50 Cent)
We finna squeeze if we keep spinning know we be twisting hard then a titty
rolling for that terp smoke
Yeah, I keep the purp bro
Pass it round the circle
Got 50 other strains
Tucked away like some merlote
Terp sauce by the jar
In
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
to Kansas
You said you ate it, but you're doing me damage!
Now it's off to sell a fifty foot spandage
Because I'm stressed off by your lady bandit
You look
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than
there homeys!
My friend over here... 50 cent
He calls 'em wankstas!
Down in LA!
LA...NYC...
save a couple chicks for me.
Lemme get my car!
My nice new
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
dope
You fin' to lose when dope
Fiends cut ya fuckin throat
You see my shit is legit, so it's on
Cut a fifty cent slab
And tell that bitch to get gone
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
heads who hated 90s rap
It's always after that 93ish time in fact
And mine was pretty much, when 50 Cent did In Da Club
Paved way for your Little Wayne's
about a dolla ya you know I got bucks wit me
Used to window shop up at the mall wit cents 50
But Now I stunt hard have the whole hood fuck wit me
Like
please
He think just cause he got bands that he won me? please
I get money, I get money more than 50 cents
Money bulging way more than yo dick do tents
wanders
Fifty cents rent goes pretty far
when you live in a subway car
One stop's the same as another
Even Son of Sam sees her sleeping,
she's not
driver
And he lay down and thought about the whole night
And he looked up at the photo that he bought at a junk shop
It was only fifty cents but he
the same old shhhh
And while ya high you don't truly know why
You spent your cash so that you can buy
Some herb (word) and some Old E (yeah)
A fifty cent
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