Lyrics:
Little mama so hood - I fucked your girl
Little mama so fly - I fucked your girl
Man, the pussy was good - I fucked your girl
Man, I ain't gon' lie -
with my pole, plus a fifty (grr, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Last time we fucked
I wish I would've knew that it would be the last time
Girl, I would've
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
coasta New York Post
Yo New York Post don't brag or boast
Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast
Put my address in the paper cause I
Something special
Unforgettable
50 Cent (Cent)
Justin (-tin)
Timbaland (-land)
Goddamn (damn)
She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her
Something special
Unforgettable
50 Cent (Cent)
Justin (-tin)
Timbaland (-land)
Goddamn (damn)
She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her
Ayy, got these Louis frames over my cornea
(On my cornea)
I go to my old hood in the newest car
(In the newest car)
All my old girls screamin' you a star
waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent Show" (woo)
This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep,
waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent Show" (woo)
This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep,
about the
Fucked-up day that I had hell is
What it was! I'm used to arguing with
My girl on a daily basis
But finding out that she fucked Drake was
Shots to his chest Fifty Cent like its Many Men
Yeah, Fifty Cent like it's many men
I been getting to the bag I won't stop now
Just like Kyle Lowry you
with you brother and your best friend too
Sit on the porch and drink some more beer
I don't need your fifty-cent lovin' round here
round here [x5]
Banks, 50 Cent
[Lloyd Banks]
[Verse One]
Look Mommy, we can creep through the ghetto with ya, feet and stiletto take a, cartlan party is when ya sneak in
that bitch inside your side
"Polli cie”
Milky Way was fucked by my(penis)
Drink moonshine
Everyday 'till been moon shine
That was I
When this
girl, she's so nasty. Yo girl, she's such a freak. Love gettin' that pussy beat like Rod got beat, by police
Don't be mad at me because I fucked your
now, I'm your worst nightmare
I went with the girls to celebrate my birthday
We decided to go to an after party
One by one my girls went home
I thought
Hey, baby girl, I love your accent-cent-cent-cent
I think I like you more because your different
Oh, I ain't gotta ask I can tell you ain't from here
don't make cents/sense
I'm a hood rich nigga, I ain't never had shit
I really ain't shit; niggaz talkin 'bout me
But they really ain't shit, they
wanna pop bars
When I get up on a stage, I feel like Mick Mars
This girl in the front want to give me face
I thought you should know that she took your
Nigga don't act like a bitch! (Ha ha!)
That's why I never love a bitch! (Yeah!)
50 Cent, Too $hort and E-40 say bitch! (Remix!)
She sucked me off,
Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your
innocent like we don't know he wrong
I hope he with the homos gettin' raped and peed on
Usin' them underage girls for inspiration for all that 12 Play,
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