Lyrics:
Beware of these fake gangsters...
But why they fake gangsters..
c penny for ur thoughts naw I aint givin 50 cents to a wanksta...
I'm the assassin
to listen up, listen up baby
PreChorus : You ain't livin' till your loving so let's be romantic
Girl you're all I need to get by, you're my kinda girl
to Kansas
You said you ate it, but you're doing me damage!
Now it's off to sell a fifty foot spandage
Because I'm stressed off by your lady bandit
You look
Aye, how many hoes you bout to fuck, fool? Twelve
(We got London On Da Track) Hey
Let it all work out
Let it all work out
Let it all work out,
(Chorus)
Santigi: left ex on a wavy ex still calling, calling me baby i hit on a girl named tracy she was like man you stupid lately yea all my gees from
to Kansas
You said you ate it, but you're doing me damage!
Now it's off to sell a fifty foot spandage
Because I'm stressed off by your lady bandit
You look
don't want anything to stop no shawty you just too hot
For me me me baby by by by ooh
Girl your not the same, your in love with t-pain
And I cant play
born in me you can’t take it from me
A nigga try to set the play it’s gone take a dummy
If dog take fifty cents he gone take a hundred
All that jeffin’
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
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
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
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
when I open my eyes
I'm never surprised
When I open my eyes
Oh girl, you're not in sight
When I open my eyes
Girl you're not by my side
Baby girl
train to blow
Just LA said
It was me and bro we was at the store
Me and bro got 50 cent cakes
By the way that I'm bussing they think I'm the lakes
Left
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
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
no pe
From the nashville skyline
Girls in south country
In this world gone wrong
So here's another love song
[verse 2]
We came a long way baby
You
those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girl standing next to me
Probably should've washed this, smells like my baseball cleats
(Eww) But hey, it was
[Originally by 50 Cent]
No shorty, it's Beyonce,
We gonna' party like, it's ya birthday,
We gettin' naughty like, it's ya birthday
So put ya drink
it to me don’t hesitate
This ain’t a city girl she forever rockin the Section 8
London & Nip the way we elevate
Even if a nigga have to hustle imma
hot
For me me me baby by by by ooh
Girl your not the same, your in love with t-pain
And I cant play this game anymore I wanna keep on jumping around
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