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And defenses trying to hurt me
I might go rush for two-hundred and thirty
Got the handoff and I'm giving no mercy
The fifty, the forty, the thirty
And when they

more victims than a psychopath
Leave take the backdoor with him
Call me rap's mortician
Trash talk vicious never the less I could sing have a dance floor

down ya back
Like a river
You so cold me you make shiver
Goosebumps
You be giving em to me
Pull up to the mall
Spend them hundreds and fifties
On you

on the head
Like the dick of a

Yeah
She took me to town to dance
Spun me all around
Waltzed me down by the river
And tripped me to the ground
Said I'd like

bands imma need like fifty
Caught me new vans when I dance too jiggy
Gotta
Get it
Gotta
Succeed
Gotta
Be patient
I gotta
Be real
Gotta
Be great
I cannot

everything, Imma grind everyday
I'm talking sticky greens
Tom Brady fifty rings
Making women sing, like a symphony
but initially she wasn't into me
I got

like M&Ms
And I'm speaking fluent
In Guapanese since 2010
I feel like 50 too bitch
My life wanted by many men
And I'm wyling
Got lotta flows and a lotta

location on let's have the time of our lives
Yeah
Let's have a good time, get litty'
Oh you tryna dance well get jiggy'
Needed a few bucks so I made fifty
Oh

around
You mess around
Get laid down by killas
Yeah

All my niggas got it
Keep that thought in mind
I've been winning
From beginning
To the ending Ima

secrets locked away and put up on the shelf
I keep your picture in my wallet so it's just you and wealth
Summer shawty do her dance cuz she got hella ass
I

I'm on the sidewalk chilling, kick it by the street
My minds thoughts filling with visions so sweet
Of a life worth living, swimming in mink
With

From de boi fit description, use de fire stick
Watch it make me wire dem
Catch de pussy pon de fuckin main
So mi make him out easy by he dham chain
Point

is he a fuckin' trans
Young Bobby ain't Shmurda nigga but I still do my shmoney dance
Gone have take the chopper he won't make it with that ambulance

a hundred Bodingles a feature
I've got independent, don't fuck with no Vevo
I'm keeping the toolie wherever that we go
I'm off of the bean, sipping Lean by

as fuck ain't got no money that's a personal problem
Stood back fifty feet flashed my vvs they said damn blood you got em
I walked the streets alone fearing

The issue of sin
But they know the article and the
Issue that 50 was in
You should hear them spit little man
Is always tryin' to battle rap
I'm like follow me

100 shot nd it got range nigga


How tf u so tough nd got a nigga blokked i ont understand nigga

Kummn to u as a man nigga befre i shoot it ill dance

the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my self, you

been a believer
If people would dance, life would be easier
Go back to the 50's, sing Grease-ier
Fishes can drown in water
So what about poison?

Why

your momma admire this rhyme writer
While I catch last dance at the Lamplighter
Don't ever fight the desire to kill a spider
If it bit the hand

Seen ya 50 centin' back by the bar |With the back beat bumpin' just groovin' with the DJ|Your glass bout out what a shame won't ya let me be

Susanne Klatten tell me can I get a dance ?
six years in the cell, he aint get it damn !
you should know by now I aint snitching ma'am
speed race, i8

Two hundred and fifty years after, it´s like starting all over again
We were washed away, stripped of the oceans
all dressed in black

Haven’t we asked

Two hundred and fifty years after
it´s like starting all over again
We were washed away, 
stripped of the oceans
all dressed in black

Haven’t we asked