Lyrics:
you Imma stick to death and beyond
Cooking up in the studio ain't talking about no Filet Mignon
Ain't got no cent but hold the 50/50 shots inside my
of the Verse and I'm extra stylish
ALL STAR's on my feet yo
I'll kick it witcha at the finish line
Said if I come late then nevermind
But zero to fifty
wish death on me, I feel like "50 Cent"
She a gold digger, that pussy a metal detector
Yeah, the shit I got on cost about, fifty yen
That's the thousand,
50
Da clip hold more than 50 sueeze it untill it's empty
She fucks me until it's empty
Then walk me to the kitchen
Then french kiss me__
I'm finger
they gon hear it
I don't hear shit when these niggas be talkin I swear I hear more from the niggas that's quiet
I came from nothing I had 50 cent I was
said, "Photos: twenty-five cents each"
Black and white, saw a '30s bride
And two lovers laughin' on the porch of their first house
The kinda love that
stopped (Uh huh)
Won't be stopped
[Mase] Let's dance again let's dance again
Let's dance again
[Puff] Don't know how to stop
[Mase]
man[00:16.52]Shawty want ride but this not a romance[00:18.41]All on my body she dance like a hoe, man[00:20.06]She wanna get faded but I do no dope,
To the basement through
Side two
Loudmouth
Havana Affair
Listen to my heart
One fifty six
Fifty three fifty two
Let's dance
I don't wanna walk around you
Today your
step kings katch'a'fire like revival
Blinded by the shine off the vultron kicks
Cause Ali & the Nesians be the ultimate
Chorus
I wanna dance with you
Gotta come up before I die, take care of my jits
Hold up, yea single file, I know you all want it
Pull up by my dolo sliding on my John Wick
Damn baby, yo
Order me another Zip
I've been borderline I'm never switching sides
They finna jump in and dance with the beast
This a triple drive CCC niggas out
Must be 50
Other places
I'd rather be
By the beach
In the sand
With a cool drink in my hand
Working nine to five
Finally saved by the bell
Let
Unstoppable, incredible, impeccable
It's, it's The Unit
Woop, woop, you know how we do it
Woop, woop, I make you dance to it
Woop, woop, throw up
Taking over all my lands
While you celebrate and dance
I got too many plans
To get cancelled by this "clan"
Like you strip me from my roots
But you call
the Ku Klux
I just got it and I already need a tune up
I'ma get rich or die trying like I'm Fifty
This Drac' will make a nigga dance just like he
Piece by piece, what it look like?
You know we run the city, bad bitches with me (with me)
Pull up in fifty foreigns, what it look like?
Hit your
a quail-o then I lay low
Inside a mansion, Nokay-do
50 cents Fake-o Bay-bro
No see's in my lie
I need weed to get high
I need cheese to get by
After
Ricky Bobby, I be cruisin'
I just did a song with 50 Cent, don't give a fuck about him nigga, two-some
Overseas, talkin' guapanese, twisting lids with
so allow me, hand me ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror
me hounding me trying to be my only
I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie.
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
(Yeah) What would fuck me up more
Watching her
back, BAM! Bash in her teeth, AWW
Guarantee you this, that bitch gone see stars!
Respect my gangsta
I see you looking mad and I ain't 'cha
I know +50
with Donald Trump (oh)
I don't take nothin' too personal, play 50 Cent, I'ma Kurtis Blow
Gold grill and a greasy 'fro, no peace to the PDO
I like
a nut, then I'm back to thinkin' money
My wrist froze, my mind blow, I'm off slow, my eyes closed
You gotta judge a man by his principles
Teflon Don, I am
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