Lyrics:
Commodores
With big stupid bangers that go bezerk on any jail floor
And any dance hall, to dirt bomb niggas that steel case
From stores, puff raw, fuck what
turned her round, and then I fucked her gave her 50 cents
Fuck her from the back,all she wanted was some hot chips
Hope you know by now I'm Young reckless
are lethal,
Sting harder than a needle
They'll take your soul and leave you looking at the ceiling
50 bucks worth of screaming, he comes and so now
Harlequin I
Gotta find
That Guava give you super high
My kind
Sour Diesel keep me blowin
Floatin by
Like to go to Candy Land at least
One time
Why you got two
And I heard that country music
Saw that crowded dance floor
Dad made fifty dollars
And I stayed up 'til three
And I thought
This is the life for me
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
ignorant just like 50 Cent with his post
Niggas posting all online
So when you slide you under arrest
That nigga corny he a bitch
That nigga telling on his
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
cause I need some love in my life
[Huey]
Mommy I could be the thug in your love
Play my part with the fifty-fifty love in ya life
By the way I'm
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
arrived the second day of December (Woo)
Where "The Wind Cries Mary" played by Jimi on the Fender (hh?)
Safari snorkel on the white defender (woo)
Enter
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
thinking of 50 Cents and Ashy Elbows
Summertime nights and stairin out the window
And if you hear gunshots you gonna hear a widow
Cryin' five seconds a part
friend, dont be a weirdo
Frogs hop by, I don't like you, so I hate you Ah
Fifty secondsss, what's the lesson?
How do you even live with you, yourself
I'm
on the summer's air so hot
You buy a roll of tickets at fifty cents a pop
You're thinkin' that it's gonna be cool, but I'm tellin' you that it's not, no ...
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
dissin'
Yeah, I'm slime big snake Nigga call me King Slither
You got hit like 50 cent and you still don't get the picture
Same nigga that be dissin', pulled
Who started ladies night, man
Giving them pass with fifty-cent drinks
Have they lost their mind?
Once you start something
You know it's hard to stop
ain't gon' keep shit clean
Me and my niggas the niggas that they should've never let go free
Niggas got me talking through my teeth like I'm 50 Cent in
I know is to show these ??? how it supposed to go
50 Cent
I'll teach ya how to Stunt
The Game
Countdown to Armageddon Motherfucker, Chuck Taylor in
proof)
Niggas through, (through yeah)
Money dance, get the cash
Then I'm in the coupe (coupe)
Money dance, get the cash
Then I'm in the coupe (coupe)
Ion't
Its the way i live my life
Always give 100 take back 50
Give one 100 and i take back 50
Dont have anytime to be so thrifty
Dont need a shrine just
those fifty cents to buy those M&M's
I've been singing them songs, I've been singing them wrong
Got to be thinking about the things and the drugs that I'm
feet, do my dance like it's Happy Feet
Cruisin' in a Jag, put in sport mode and watch it speed
Hit the fuckin' brakes on the turn like I'm Paul Walker
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