Lyrics:
broke up, now she back suckin' on Tyga dick
Her best friend Jordyn Woods became famous for fuckin' Khloe baby father, now we know what her name is
But
my best friend
I hate that was my best friend
I should’ve killed my best friend
But the next year I was bigger and taller
So shit got smaller
Remix!
One two one two (one two one two)
This the I'ma Boss remix
Meek Milly
Let's go!
I'm ride or die, I'm ridin' by, hollerin' West Side right
enemy's wearing a vest and claiming they're there to serve and protect
And your best friend is your connect
You never depend on anything else
At least
(Ugh)
(Yeah, Look)
I pop many tags, remember when we popped up out that mini van
They all wishing death on me but bitch I am not 50 cent
Many men
jajaja
T-pain
Victor "el nasi", "nesty"
W yandel
En conexión con 50 cent
Y todavía se atreven decir que son los numero uno jajaja
Seguimos
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
Went to the rib shack, ordered chicken and the collard
greens but there's no money left in my wallet
But I kept fifty cents for my juice (word?)
Now we
again
I won't go by word again
I need to prove that you a friend
Posing like they real
I knew some snakes before the age of ten
Even my best friends some
win pretend to be friends
At first you fail, try, try, try, try again
I'm the best, don't you get it? Forget it, when I spit it, it's crazy
You love
win pretend to be friends
At first you fail, try, try, try, try again
I'm the best, don't you get it? Forget it, when I spit it, it's crazy
You love
to share
Rather eat by myself
So they looking at me all salty
I learned to cut hair
So I could buy soups
And fill up my belly
And fill up my belly
My
is a lil' bit
(Is a lil' bit)
She askin' twenty-one questions like
I'm 50 Cent (Like I'm 50 Cent)
I'm talkin' to hoes
Tellin' 'em I ain't got a bitch
to prison I’ll say I’m like youngboy and then say that it make no sense
If many men wanna kill me and they try to shoot me I’ll just say that I’m 50 cent
You
turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best friend
Let them guns blam, bow
Let them guns blam, bow
Let them guns blam, bow
Let
Never been a person you could call content
You'll can't get a dollar outta 50 cents
Spent my youth preparing for the worst
The best is yet
as profound as an explosion
feeling lit like 50 cent I'm a genius in abundance I'm a beast flourishing in Florence with the adrenaline as I roam the streets
niggas be the best of friends
And fall out over pussy and wanna dead they man
One of my niggas in the grave the other one in the pen
She fucking my enemies
rich or Die trying he was discussing it
He ain't have 50 Cent but he had a fucking vest
We not suppose to question God then who we question God
All
I'm rappin'
Im as profound as an explosion
Feelin' lit like 50 cent Im a genius in abundance
Im a beast flourishing in Florence with the adrenaline
cent
Niggas ain't did what I did and they 46
Sent my dawg and I pray to god that 40 hit
Give his ass some remix and he won't never know
Ain't no need
sick of it
Y'all ignorant
Shit's triggering
Get dinner with
50 Cent and then
Ask him shit
About writing anything
I'm bitching
Cause you ain't getting it
I know y'all been patiently waitin'
El Remix
Yaah yaaah
Yo
Nawqiy in the building proceeding to till land a posse of pilgrims
Minus apologies
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