Lyrics:
as profound as an explosion
feeling lit like 50 cent I'm a genius in abundance I'm a beast flourishing in Florence with the adrenaline as I roam the streets
D**k lemme die on it
Bi 50 cent me I just wanna get rich or die trying
I am done trying but e be like say I am not dying
I just wanna get rich just want
your rent
If it wasn't for they mommas, niggas be livin' in a tent
I can fuck her off my name, I ain't gotta pay a cent
Tell me what I look like, paying
I'm rappin'
Im as profound as an explosion
Feelin' lit like 50 cent Im a genius in abundance
Im a beast flourishing in Florence with the adrenaline
you'd finally get your wish
'Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
You fuckin' punk pussy, fuck you, chump
Give me a one-on-one, see if I
when she messaged me
I knew we're gonna walk by the sea
It might sound little bit crazy
But she a pretty girl, my baby
Now I am seeing she a fo sho
I’ve been sippin
On some Bombay
Cuz life gives me lemons
Pink lemonade
And the pink's for the women
That be thinking that I’m 50 cent
Cuz we be Effen
Ooh
respected in fifty different languages, mommy come roll
I keep a jet on the runway, Sunday in Paris, London on Monday
Back to L.A.
This ain't rap, this is
outta London, I can't see nothin' but stars
It don't fuck with my conscience I serve my auntie that raw
Fell asleep at the gamblin' house with that heater
50 Cent West Coast Interview Clip
The fuck you thought?
I was one of them? Yeah
Imma tell you like 50 told me in 03
I don't know what you done heard
London/
Down in the c/
I ain't new to this/
I'm proving it/
Now I'm on your girl do me list/
If I pursue it then/
I'll be stirring up her uterus/
Bet
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
the lob
She eat dick corn on the cob
Did his bid got hit with fraud
Nigga diss know how that end
Save her name as 50 Cent lil bitch got hit by many men
Oh
miss London and miss Fox and
That's when you gon' see
That lil mama steady hotter
Than the seven-fifty beamer
I see her, I want her, I like her, I need
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
the drank dirty (woo)
Got a body case
Yeah, the beat diverted (beat diverted)
I'm in love with you, girl
I been sellin' it for real (uh-huh)
I been
homey got shit locked
Public Enemy #1, Flavor Flav with a wristwatch
All black G-Units, all black Impala
I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin the six-fo'
50 Cent
fifty cents you got fifty cents left
Roll next door play a little three on three down the park
You remember
Back in the day, I'm waking up I brush my
I say the right lines
Oh, girl, I tell you say you the one though
Oh, girl, I thought you said you the one
For your heart girl, I'll be lover
Would you still have love for me?
Ay girl you're a master piece
I could be ur Romeo no Master P
Play them throwback jams like 50 cent
Girl it's cold
cents no 50 no cap brah
Wizkid at the function
On the dance floor no discussion
Head to London see my cousins
Dream to stack ps in abundance
That's claim
bandz
Ice my neck up wit baguettes but ian never been to france
I got cents just like I'm fifty, I'm that nigga wit the plan
How this land of the free,
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