Lyrics:
running
Then hop in with whatever the game owe me and start thumbing
Tell your bitch get the gumming
and less chit-chat more tongue'n
I just want the top
grammar
I turned her to a mini-me, sometimes don't understand her
It's just sometimes I just can't stand her
You ain't even there no more, she said she left
or more, that mean
That skit was tragic
This bitch pussy high mileage, she always cut off the traction
He ain't really tryna funk with gang, he just A pill
on the stolen V's with he-ho chase you
Cop a six more time, and 3 years probation
We be offender, bender, no retreat, no surrender
I'm the number one contender
I
on the stolen V's with he-ho chase you
Cop a six more time, and 3 years probation
We be offender, bender, no retreat, no surrender
I'm the number one contender
I
make babies
And leave a young mother to be a pappy (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game
passin me by
Name droppin just to get you some props
That shit it really needs to stop
This is where I thicken the plot
It’s no frontin nah no frontin
a game
Cause I dont care what im lookin like
I just wanna show you that im not goin no where
[Chorus]
You think you know me but you have no idea
Act like
it (bout it)
[Yung Joc:]
Imma get rich and imma die tryin'
I ain't 50 Cent but respect my mind
Respect my gansgsta respect my shine
Put your click in
(Say something crazy)
(Wait what?)
Dirty dancing by myself riding solo
Fuck your Instagram I do not want no photos
Keep my dubs on the low low
Cold
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
by these car that are a lot more fast
But I don't care, no fuel, contributing to clean air
Legs looking so good from pedaling, it's not fair
I'm all
offense
Your boy up next, nigga fuck the bench
Got bills due, gotta pay the rent
Need every dollar, every cent
Making power moves like 50 cent
Business
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary
And play games with each other in their sand-box world
And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant
And make all rules for
Jaida Jaii Beast up in this shit
You know I don't motherfucking play
Said I ain't want no more hard times
So I had to grind
Said I ain't want no
sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good
[Verse 1]
[Skinny Deville]
My yeaga lookin like one of them days
I got a Franklin in my pocket, with
Clarkes Crossing raised - steady sellin Lemonade
50 cents a cup plus cookies from the Kitchen-Aid
Swimmin like Mixhael in the cash flowin by us
spending doe ( then I go) spend a couple bands spending 50 more ( yeah). Cant get no other nigga like that and fucked more chicks than I write tracks. Wrote
She real lonely, like Tom Hanks
She's lonely, Castaway
And she real lonely, like Tom Hanks
50 cent, no more piggy bank
Den Of Thieves, gotta rob
Sweet Baby, (Yeah)
Sweet Darling, (Yeah)
I Love You, (Yeah)
Forever , (Yeah)
And I love her like no other
Met her in the 80’s introduced by my
game nigga
Knew the rolls was fake and so we brought the real with us
Repertoire hustle such a tenacity
High roller, bet us another masterpiece
More
mad notes
To charge it to the game
cll I ask is for change
Where my change bro?
Blue collar for a couple dollas
Will you lose it all to go make more
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