Lyrics:
to whistling
Gotta teach these niggas discipline, so I keep my FN
You short me as much as fifty cents, come collect with many men
I done got my Iron Maiden in,
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
licks
Then I fucked your bitch
And she did some tricks, sittin' on my dick
Let me get it with the drop drop, ooh, ooh
Ooh i'm dabbin'
Dabbin' I
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
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
the aim to blast everyone that laughed
And said you can't do shit your worth ain't two cents
And don't have it neither your not their blueprint
Oh! You're
in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me
See the man
I ain't got no feelings, girl, I'm sorry
No, I ain't got no feelings, bitch
I'm sorry
I got fifty thousand for a murder
I got fifty thousand for
be with some lil fools and no
They don't play by the rules
You better hide your boo before she
End up on this cruise
I be with some lil fools and no
That hurt yeah, yeah
Oh shit we fucked up
We fucked up ya'll done fucked up
They done fucked up
Watch us made 'em back down like you 50 Cent
I don't
bout yourself you might reach your potential!
[Hook]
I am 100, I double 50 cent
If you wanna talk ish ya derrier gets kicked
Show you who's boss like
French frames in dreams
At the city I can't escape
50 Cent, Darkchild, So Plush
Girl, I wait for your lovin'
There is no rush, what
That's how Darkchild
to Larry, my homeboy DJ LL
Niggas talking that bullshit, better chill
'Fore I 50 Cent a nigga and
Put your baby mama on film (yeah)
Motherfuck a Benz, nigga,
your friends home
Keep on tryna hide it but your friends know
I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I
station in Jamaica
Queens zach Fink Ny1 50 cent:
It's the big 10, it's been 10 years since 50
Cent is the future
I'm tired as a motherfucker
What you want
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I
I'm 50 Cent
I'm riding round in the drop top
Wit a hundred rounds
In the pop pop
You running round in a crop top
Tryna get a follow for ya Instagram
I
niggas, 'cause I got boys that's gon' crash out
See, drive up on your block, do the drive-by, and then smash out (skrrt)
Whip it up in the kitchen, no
diamonds too
I just got new diamonds by the way uh, woah
Dexter, huh uh, yeah, uh what
Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans?
(where your man)
I just
one whats in your wallet
I made a deposit
But I don't got none of the room for the
(Aye) Twenties and fifties and hundreds
We counting this money
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
good, I'ma at home by midnight
Got your own job, you don't need no nigga
You're dressed like it's summertime when it's winter (When it's winter)
Fifty
a Somali chick
She tryna find out what this molly is
Know the blue and whites hoppin' out
That's why I put my work by the fence
That's why I hit
'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
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