Lyrics:
(grrah-grrah)
Hoes wanna fuck 'cause the fame, ayy, ayy (gang)
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip
green shit
Getting head by some bitch who made the dean's list
Hair graded, talking Tony the Tiger
Ridin' in that white Mercedes, I call it Delilah
forgot, I lost my mind,
Didn’t hear or see anything, ask my boys they know I’m illegally blind,
(Chorus)
Surrounded by drillers, only gorillas,
All that
dicky, dicky (Bang)
Call me cent how I'm stacking up these fifty's fifty's (Ay, ay)
We big like Giza
Call me pussy pleaser (Pleaser) (Giza)
I am evil
Shoot
(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
Hoes ridin' vics dog but I ride beemurs
I swear da red chain'll cost 16 fever
[Verse 1]
16 5-0, there go 5-0
I'm up 2-5 but I need 4 more
I got
we was homies
But you comin' at me like you don't know me
You think you do, but you're probably wrong
I'm surrounded by more babies than Ashanti songs,
a sink 'er
Too Cold, there's shook vibes when I leave her
Bitch
Bad thots
Yeah
Said I got all these bad thoughts
Yeah
I'm surrounded by these bad thots
to be (What!?)
I had ya pussy in my hand I owned it
Then I'm gettin' gone just like the moment
'Cause If I ever cuff I'm an idiot
Let's you call 50 cent
and
I'm wondering why
She loves my body and
I love her scent
The day you left
I wonder where you went
You know I'm the man
Like 50 cent
Our love fresh
fifty sticks to NY
Lil bro he just wanna smoke some shit he dont get high
Switches on the back of all the glicks it can't get by
This shit on my
on
Hoes tongues be on my dong dong
Gevity-long, head at night, head in the morn'
Lunatic, five strong, king kong's are writin' songs
Cats be gettin' gone
in apartments
Old soul gotta represent
Dumb niggas talking like 50 cent
Squeeze triggers now that boy heaven sent
Squeeze triggers now that boy heaven
ride
This just first releases
Tell em papi outside
Like 50 cent
Getting rich or die trying
That or Mr West
I'll testify to touch the sky
If you asking,
I
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
by something I'ma be
'Cause my purpose got you feeling worthless, now we enemies
I'm tired of sleeping, tired of creeping, tired of hoes
Tired
around corner by the housin
The bike I got come out in the year two thousand ten
Eleven fifty zuke with the batman fin
The ring I got, Liberace want it
He
flip my middle finga, I'm chillin on twenty million.
Da rumors turn me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop.
gon raise my kids in the projects
Surrounded by this nonsense, embiid trust the process
I'm buying stock, making multiple deposits
Investments, no
surrounded by the same shit
I’m on a champagne sip
Got the flame late still moving up
It’s open seas like the salve ship
Buffling the plague click
You know you
channelin coke
Through urban portholes
You livin like mere mortals
Your block's foreclosed
We forty deep on in the street
And fuckin your hoes
Seen your man
yeah, we're lifted
Hieroglyphs in my lyrics
Get the picture? It's inscripted
World full of scrubs
Like I'm surrounded by doctors
Them fake it 'till you
I MOVE ON THE LOW
IM STACKING IM STACKING MY WAY TO THE BANK
SURROUNDED BY SMOKE
SPEEDING THROUGH LANES GOT ME SPILLING MY DRANK
I GET IT I GET IT
will shut the door
You must be a clown first
Or pass the eye test
Ain't no 50 cent, plus I got accent
Niggas gon' snooze, they don't want to wake up
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