Lyrics:
Just fuckin dive in stop thinking
Don't care about no hoes please get them bitches out my space!
Don't care about no hoes please get them bitches out
on this watch? (I don't know, about a hundred-fifty)
I'm who they wishin' to be
These hoes is on the 'Gram, Nicki pitchin' the ki'
'Bout to cop
created a fuck boy
cn all out of love boy
c down on his luck boy
cnd he's had enough
You created a fuck boy
Nobodys in love boy
Surrounded by
Women he
I'm killin' shit
Makin' hits
Order 66
This is it
Time is up
I'm killin' many men
No 50 cent
But I'm wild
I can't get no rest
Up all night
Don't get
vår med many men som 50 cent
Vi e eminent,
EscoBars spytter flammer, du blir brent
(100 prosent)
1,2,3
Alle jentene e med,
4,5,6
Disse chicksa stacker
bustin' out my window (good pussy)
Feel like 50 Cent (why?), 'cause I got many men, ho (okay)
I be fresh as fuck, expensive linens with no lint
recorded was me and 50
"Hate It or Love It", I had more Cincinnati hats than Ken Griffey
Whole hood had them Black Wall tats
Me, Fase, G-Rod, where Buddha
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
wobbledy when it wiggle
Anybody down for my nursery rhyme riddle
Some of these hoes be for the creamin in the middle
She shakin ass and gettin paid
Doc-Trizzy, Shady-Twizzie slash Aftermath
50 Cent, G-Unit, here we go, free Yayo
Motherfuck a Benzino, they don't know we finna blow
Someone better tell 'em
go depend on somebody
Nobody holy pass
Your best friend fit turn ur enemy
I no be 50 cent
But many men still wishing death on me eh
Abere a nlo ko ná
like wrigleys
Spearmint the kisses
Puffy Combs did it
His confession how he paid da misses
50 cent wit it All this power
Ghost n tommy in me
Hustler by
from talking like that
I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this;
understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for
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
'ded by these hoes it's funny
I can't get enough of you baby
It's driving me crazy
You know that I miss you
Look at what we've been through
Those angel
I’m full of myself – natural high
I’m pulling myself
Got my team, we’ve all got fam
Nobody’s stomach’s full by it'self
I hear the talkin’, they
and jumping with Smurf up in Memphis
Run up, get done up, got blood on my tennis
Don't need no talking don't
Finish your sentence
If I'm ever surrounded you
putting in work and surrounded by palm trees (Yeah)
OG's and I'm cussing sipping on bubbly (Yeah yeah yeah)
And bout 50 hoes tryna fuck me
Wake up early
know what I'm sayin'? It's the kid man
It's the 50 man come
On man, I'm in Taiwan man, type A, thailand
I got the Asian hoes man
All together man niggas
riches is
Deep like your only choice is drown
In the grace that abounds
You surrounded by the word
Which other sound could surround
You adjacent
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
marked in tho
Sold mixtapes and stayed with the nics bro
At 16 I had the web froze
Didn't care about shit
A real snot nose
My sister kept surrounded by
don't fake none
Millions by the Mason
Shit, money I'ma take some
Ask P, he know that Fox gettin' nasty
Little sassy ass, 'bout it 'bout it
Hoes
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