Lyrics:
handle me
I got rose gold trophy, the street keep my focused
The beef ain't over, that what they were hopin'
Two hunnid fifty in jewelery, I'm psoted
You wan' come over here
Yeah, come on, come on
Way you do that fast like an athlete
But if you slow down
I'll flip you over like a pancake
But you got
Yall know I am (blowin up the spot)
I'm that young man (blowin up the spot)
Just for my fans I'm blowin up the spot
15 cent (blowin up the spot)
the closure
Imma tell yo bitch to come over
Then i jus park it like its a rover
Hope that its over
Glad that it is bitch
You was a part of my ribs
Oh my god i
so what I think I should do, is
Go find a home and set up a room for when he comes over
And get the fridge full of food, if I'm going to be a father
while your girl suckin' me
It mean the world to her, it's nothing but a nut to me
Look miss, get a grip and let a motherfucker be
I'm a rap star
Who
cents in, that's two pennies
Bet my amigos win, they ready
They offset, yeah that's plus 50
'Cause I battle men, and I'm beating many
I'll head down south
been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the
Come up 'cause you ain't
Tainted by fame And you
Still they little
on you girl)
Come on, When the Time's Right
I'd like to come over and get to kno ya
Try to get closer, (Come on)
When the Time's Right, I'd like
you all over your sofa, Come on
I can tell by the way you act so hard you like my type of nigga
Better bang in the back of the jeep and put
on you girl)
Come on, When the Time's Right
I'd like to come over and get to kno ya
Try to get closer, (Come on)
When the Time's Right, I'd like
girl)
Come on, When the Time's Right
I'd like to come over and get to kno ya
Try to get closer, (Come on)
When the Time's Right, I'd like to come
your hands to it
Go ahead call the cops, come on
Girl what's it gonna take to have you close to me
Right by my side where you supposed to be
They start
and 50 cents i am so famous I'm doing
A collab with 50 cent
50th century is his name so with that I went
Oh shit he's upper class I
Bet he pays his rent
meat) let's feast (Let's feast)
Oh Lord thank you for this beef
Now it don't stop 'til the fat girls sings ('til the fat girl sings)
When it's over
They chase chips
Champagne you take sips they guzzle the shit
Only a selected few can rock to this
Kaygee, 50 Cent, Next, ya stoppin' this?
Loving me
love
The story's been told to me
By the stars above, stars above
Fall in love, think it over, girl
Come a little closer, girl
Fall in love, think
week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member
week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member
the blame but I'm the one that broke my granny stove
Shoulda stuck to the code but I didn't nigga
Que kilt Bishop and Nino Brown started snitchin
Fifty cent I
up
Might go 50 Cent, the way they play me in the club
Might be Snoop Dogg with all this kush in my lungs
Might be B.I.G. 'cause I'm the king where
Nights like this... I wish.
Rain drops would fall
5 heartbeats left
One last deep breath.
[50Cent:]
I got a 16 shot Rugger, I got 16 cars
All over
Aiyo, I know these niggas don't like me
But I don't like none of ya'll niggas, you know what I'm sayin
50 cent, 9-9, motherfuckin doo wop
Volume
Obie Trice
Real name, no gimmicks
Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside
'Round the outside, 'round the outside
Two trailer park girls go
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