Lyrics:
sexy in dem leggings
She live by the code for her city she reppin
She work hard for her own she ain't leaving her weapon no
Big Glock 40 by her side she
Bleu de Chanel is on the neck
Nifty fifty on the Canon painting pictures with more depth
Won't get hazy from the green just getting stoned using
and blow it hit magic city and throw it nigga you know it fuck a handout I'm not ever gone Owe it whole lot of green look like I grow it
Hundreds fifties
Lookin back, wishin on when I was 50
Realized I'm as young as I'll get, sittin round thinkin bout all the time I spent
Dreamin on what was next to come
Now
like 50
Aint getting pressed by no nigga he better ride with his blicky
I swear these niggas trim they tryna be like me
They just some bitches playing
I was trappin', made a milli a week
(trap, trap, trap, whoa)
Come to the trap, you don't talk to me
(yeah)
Diamonds on me and they dance like
Beneath the flickering lamp post we dance
Managing to keep the kick of the amp closer than
What some refer to as the Spirito Santos
That spanned
walk right
I use 2's by 2's
Like I'll you stupid
Toilet paper niggas streets up,
When It's time for me to use it
Take a picture of my hair cut
My
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
Drinkin' Hen', I'm not gon' lie, it do somethin' to me
Hope this indecent proposal make you do somethin' with me
Fuck a dollar girl, pick up fifty
Drinkin' Hen', I'm not gon' lie, it do somethin' to me
Hope this indecent proposal make you do somethin' with me
Fuck a dollar girl, pick up fifty
behind it
They just dance if they like it, so they clock it
Don't be misled by my size when I rock it
This is no kid
Mr. Top-50 Biznizman talking
tossed
and often light green kiss my ass to coffin
Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths(?) and
cut the bull then I'm seven duece Impala whore dance
Farewell, Angelina,
the bells of the crown
Have been stolen by bandits,
I must follow the sound
The triangle tingles and the trumpets play slow
But
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
Something he could never be
'Cause daddy was the one
Who always took responsibility.
They met at a USO dance hall
At the start of the Second World War
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
die by the sword
Yeah die by your friend (Uh uh uh)
Yeah I'm a young nigga, yeah a young nigga
Do my dance (yeah, yeah)
Yeah I'm a young nigga, yeah
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killin' your brain like
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killin' your brain like
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