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to where D-Bo left off
Metallic A little I rock a
Bow 'n' Aero Smith 'n' Wesson
Fifty Cents for M&M's
That's an Easy E, I get the kind of grades you never

to where D-Bo left off
Metallic A little I rock a
Bow 'n' Aero Smith 'n' Wesson
50 Cents for M&M's
That's an Easy E, I get the kind of grades you never see

the bankrolls
Big steppa I'm clumsy
Raised off 50 cent nutties
I was a kid like Cudi
Just tryna get cuddi
Leave them pigs no evidence
I done seen killers snitch

Back in the mix again just for the hell of it
Stop hittin' my line always trying to be relevant
Not fifty cent, but I've been tried by many men
Yeah,

I been tryna make the whole damn city lit
I gotta play it like the boy ain't an idiot
They might me shoot me 9 times like I'm 50 cent
But ima keep

in eight months how much this posta' cost
Performed in like forty states, been traveling for so long I'm lost
By now I've probably logged nine hundred

You gon see this clip
9 Shots rip
Make him flip
Now he 50 cent
Change ain't doing shit
Need some chips
Like its poker bitch
Trapping till I'm po
Fuck

cop me a Tonka truck ride till I feel like a kid again
I feel like 50 cent many men
I feel like snoop off that juice and gin
I feel like Pac off above

ain't gon' keep shit clean
Me and my niggas the niggas that they should've never let go free
Niggas got me talking through my teeth like I'm 50 Cent in

the name
Taking math at the high school, 50 Cent on my iTunes
Verses on the paper they would crumple and tear
From corporate ambience to the rumble and snare

know I will
Bet that 9 tryna blow like a bitch
Hit him 9 times he is not 50 cent
Chasing that paper in any event

And I'm stuffing that bag with M after

I should fly by
To my side
Of town, and now I'm
On cloud nine
Emoji, cloud sign
Looks, like I'm
Connected to the wifi
Anytime I get down, I fly
Right

fifty feet high
I seen a passenger pigeon flying by I spit on the ground and he shit in my eye I said
Mister Frog you gotta make this stop he said
Lick my

Run

Bell Biv DeVoe

Run

2016

to know
Talk to 'em

It's a shame you don't treat me right
Then I stick by your side
Girl, my work is Nine to Five
To buy the things that you like

really it wasn’t no fixing it
Bank account read 50 cents
Die trying, or he getting rich
Why cry? Ain’t no innocence
He robbin’ you if you got shrimp ‘n

her line.
I got ghosted by death, but damn the sex felt just fine.
It’s so disgraceful innit how you could pull up so ignant.
I got so much death

literally
It ain’t over till I say it 
50 cent get rich or die trying
Niggas wanna know what I’m buying
Yellow Lambos bitch, I’m lying (No I’m lying)
That was

friends did it 
Hit it like 50 cent did it, that's that power play bidditch
They say don jon blaze n it, mental been a maze in it
Nigga neva had no swagga

the door
Like a broken Nintendo
I ain't playing no more
You keep your 3rd Eye closed
But I'm well awoke
By the way that he spoke
I could tell he don't know

Thrift Shop

The Bosshoss

Dos Bros

2015

Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably should've washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets (piss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine

Thrift Shop (Originally Performed By Macklemore, Ryan Lewis feat. Wanz)

Hip Hop's Finest

Thrift Shop

Kelly's sheets
(Piss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it) Coppin' it, washin' it
'Bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those

Red monkey's fulla gwop, yeah the liquor got me geek
All my niggas cockin' heat, we be thuggin in the street 
Drop 50 on my neck, call my plug in

I'm standing on mine
I don't want yo body
I just want yo mind
Foreign Bugatti
Pick you up by nine
We on some straight fly shit
We on some straight fly

don't even watch Adam 22, cause I shoot without no jumper
I don't even like listenin' to 50 Cent, cause I always be a hunnid
Ooh, I'mma pull up, I'mma