Lyrics:
Bangkok
I'm disgraced
I cant get ahead
There's nothing as dead
As peace here in Bangkok
Ten cents an hour - And I stand all day
I could sell Kim for
to give me a thing
Could've been a fifty cent ring from out of a vending machine
Love unconditionally, there's no other fish in the sea
Guess I'm
Trailers for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushing broom buys a eight
Trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing broom buys
Aye bitch we litty again pop out to the club wit a 50 again
And this Bitch is so pretty got me stuffin singles all up in her titties again
We come
Yeah, you in the presence of a G (ayy)
Watch me drip, yeah, my watch got drip, Salvador Dali (drip)
Swagger of a pimp, you got the swagger
(for real)
Dope fiend beggin' for a dollar from me (what?)
But all I got is fifty cents for a cigarette (here)
Landlord in my apartment knockin'
tit's
Sex sells, so I'mma P-IM-P
So my pockets never be empty
It ain't no problem, we scoop them models
We got condoms, coups, and lavish condos
50 got me
guard forgot why I was here
What I'm shopping for
Candy coated pixie sticks
Hookers by the slurpee machine
Looking to turn tricks for fix
As I reach up in
[Pimp C]
Hold up (Hold Up), we jammin'
I can't let nobody hold me down-these ho's could never hold me (never hold me)
Cause I'm comin' down,
to dress , couldn’t sag my regular pants
And gotta kiss they ass if you tryna get a 50 cent advance
And unlike 50 cent, I’m not of many men
Sell shares
mama, your uncle, your cousin?
I’m showing love cuz it’s really just nothing
Was up in the club, bottle of bub’
I’m fifty cent, man I’m all the above
I’m
Nigga the work a 9 say its 10
Scribble on the check whit a pen
Right now im wearing Dior but you know I rock louie linen
50cent glass jaw
Shoot his chin
and that's a big black bug
Got your 50 cent fortune tucked under your rug
You got your zoot suit body bag ready to blast off
I'm in a milk crate by your
Can't take no hand out not by no niggas
I count G-Unit not 50 Cent
Nigga broke as shit
Could pay your rent
I'm balling hard
Gray Iverson
Braids up in
young niggas about to spend
They know I throw loco when it's about my Benjamin
Feelin' just like 50 Cent, hated by so many men
Woke up like a bank
the lob
She eat dick corn on the cob
Did his bid got hit with fraud
Nigga diss know how that end
Save her name as 50 Cent lil bitch got hit by many men
Oh
gone make me catch a hat
Fn's n glock's boy it'll get ya zapped
Feelin like 50 cent plenty man want my spot
But I'm movin on my pivot I ain't tryna get
two weeks been busy, I'm movin' in
I told my mom look out her window to another Benz
She took nine shots of Patron, 50 Cent
I bent the corner
I'ma flex 30 on my choppa
I'ma flex 40 on my oppa
I'ma flex 50 on my choppa
I'ma flex 60 on my choppa
Ridin' round town, smoking dope
We smoking
Forgi I don't know rim and the tires
Squeaking where niggas will never get by
Flipping the script on these hoes
Shine up the grill in these glows
Chorus x2: Shoulda broke it to the left man
[KILO]
I was born to be a PIMP!
Ain't lovin' no hoes, never no half-steppin,
Never caught on my
chop a brick
My light shine, Thomas Edison, of course I'm lit
I ain't lying when I said I used to be a pimp
Really dog (grrr), Mike Vick, got up out that
Long black hair with the white rag
40 cent Faygo in a brown bag
Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate The Mack
Chillen by my side 'cause my Posse's stacked
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