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Nba

Joe Budden

No Love Lost

2013

with that lake
Shootin' from half court got you by a long shot
Montana, that nigga from the Bronx block

Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin', racked

(Arthur)
(Yo, on my mama, that shit hard, Dizzy) it used to be

Fifty for flights, now, it's, five stars, Dubai
I been, sittin' in flights

Icy flow, 'Bout to blow, like, yeah

Uh, hold up, I paid a K for that verse
And it got like eighteen words in it
That's like fifty dollars per word
I

out that bloody, you know how it get
I know that you caught my mans, but I hit yours with 26
He got hit with 9, but ain't survive, he ain't like 50 Cent

teens
Got that phone call and I fell to my knees
When I make it out I'm going straight to the top
Everybody love me I don't really got no opps
I don't

say I'm the goat
Showed in an elegant coat plus she thinks that I'm dope

Why you worried bout me you should worry bout you
You should worry bout you

Unforgettable

Young Jeezy

Thank Me Later

2010

days and me and my latest girl agreed
To go our separate ways, so I'm single
Thinkin' 'bout what we had and missin' you
But I ain't Santa, I got

would live like this

Gotta get it by any means
Invested in myself 
Now I play for the winning team
For the money I’m a fiend
I be chasing after that

I crashed the shit
50 k man I ain't seen that yet I know I talk like it
But watch me in the next year ima make sure I'm on top of it
You fuckboys

afraid to screw me
Well screw you, I just sip on this 50 proof
They thought I was a goof, now I'm making moves, smoking on the boof 
I just dick her deep,

Protect a place saved for a thought made
But I'm too freaked out to talk to you
I'm just hanging by some cheap thoughts
My reserve spent dry just walking

I'm so sick
Cause I don't fuckin' know you
Coke so white
Take a line
It'll choke you
Talkin' 'bout trust
How far can I throw you
Ruin your life
Baby

outside with my heels and the lifted
Bitches got that bawk bawk
Bitch i got that chicken
Ain't talkin' bout no birds
Watch they drop and give me fifty

fiend paper chaser I gotta get it
Know my name carry weight so why you playing wit’ it
Fendi buckle five fifty I gotta click it
That’s nothing to me I can

popped a fanta
Wish a nigga would try me I'ma have to slam him
50 in the clip, turn that nigga to a dancer
I'm trapping, I'm trapping, but y'all niggas

with me
He got two five took from his case but he still doing 50
We pour out migos for the guys, jerrod ain't fuck with remy
Yeah bitch I'm cool but you

niggas hatin'
In them comment sections (Pussy)
Fifty thousand in my pocket
That's a diamond necklace (Fifty racks)
In the club, ain't got no show
I'm here

Quickstep - 50 Bars per minute
GreedyYou know that I'm greedy for love
Boy, you give me feelings, never felt beforeI'm making it obvious by knocking

Another day of this bullshit
Bad ass Bébé's kids man
Always want to get the fifty cent ice cream
Bitch, get the two dollar ice
Cream broke ass lil

We Gangsta

Birdman

5 * Stunna

2007

gonna ride fo' my people nigga
I'm in the hood where the dudes be
Whoever assumed that me a be runnin' around with c and b
I gotta a army and I'm

We Gangsta

Birdman

From Cashville to Memphis

2008

gonna ride fo' my people nigga
I'm in the hood where the dudes be
Whoever assumed that me a be runnin' around with c and b
I gotta a army and I'm

I been, trippin on you for the whole weekend
Saying that you love how I'm speaking
Like I speak French, uh
Russell how I'm playing when I'm coming

Let me tell you 'bout a story, 'bout the chlorine
When we're swimming and we're pouring with emotions so important
Let me tell you 'bout a story,

and I'm still trying to smoke down one
I'm trying to catch him out take for that shit you did
Got murder my mind like a evil kid
I got some revenge, take