Lyrics:
spray
Just one damn word, that's all I desire
So I could bend these niggas back like chicken wire
Spittin fire, mobbin, s'on when them bullets get
Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on, huh
Gang yeah
I said, "Who want smoke?" (Smoke, bah)
I got that Glock on me (Gang)
Yeah, I’m on the block
I'ma leave this bitch
Yo, I'm dying with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi"
blood..
We go through the pain together.. by any means
Poppin it hot at whoever.. or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot.. not this hot nigga very hot
See
all ménage
Me in the middle when your legs to the side
I've got that Bentley, Ferrari, that Lambo lean
My car game crazy, I can't be seen
The Aston,
That mean I got a lot of different cream
Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire (put yuh light inna di air)
Mo' fire, I give 'em
Mo' fire
Yeah, I raise more
That mean I got a lot of different cream
Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire (put yuh light inna di air)
Mo' fire, I give 'em
Mo' fire
Yeah, I raise more
I got
Music that's on fire
I got
Couple lil bandz that get me by yeah
Watch out
Cause your bitch wanna get me higher
And I'm in
Cause my life it got
before
It wasn't like this before
50 Cent, I'm makin hit's now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard
I'm the shit now some bitches changed
'cause they
We getting litty
Sipping on plenty
Four fifty four
I got the kush by the pound
Serving and burning it down
They call me samurai choppin it down
Back in
stacks spent on yay could buy me a Bugatti
Always forever that swaggeristical hottie
Locking up innocent cuz our governments shoddy
5.0 only in hot pursuit
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
All, but two hours of pushing broom buys
pop’s room in
A costume and a black beret
Perhaps I may have gone too far
By telling her my business booms
I take my Bentley off-road, oh
And also that my
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
the P-I-R-to-the-U
And I put that on my momma
I'mma ride for you baby boo
Yay yay, I said I put that on my momma
I'mma ride for you baby boo
I hope you giving
you ain`t
It`s like this on mine, potna
By all means, I got the ball
So it`s your life, not mine n****, so you make the call
Now, I can blow your
your mind in the manner that
The Almighty God has designed the human mind to do
Tug of war, in my mind's like a clash of the titans
Thoughts
pull up with that chopper and extensions (I got the 'xtensions)
I just let it off, I empty about fifty
Mama said, "Quavo don't spend all your Benjis"
On the verse, I'ma knock it out the park, Barry Bonds
Know I'm hard on a bitch, that's why we can't get along, bitch
Know it's fire in the booth, someone cut
swear she nicer than her face is
Nigga like me ain't got no time for Talkin
So what that mouf do besides try to be my best friend
In the morning I’ma hit
Yeah, it's 50
Look, you need me man
You need me
I mean, you hate me
But you need me
'Cause I got the best product man
I mean look, it's pure,
Where I land
Girl we make that money dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Come on y'all yeah you know we got it
Dance, dance,
Verse Three (50 Cent) Shootout shots ricochet, doc says that nigga dead When your time's up, your time's up, this is real shit On my balls 'til my number
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