Lyrics:
to the ground[01:50.19]Take her hand and call her back here[01:52.12]And unfroze the Arendelle[01:54.25]You will find your lover singing it[01:56.66]With a reindeer[01:58.24]He
your father, so you tracked Gotham's cents
Then got turned down in close quarters; Penny's worth lacks "Common Sense"
And since we're talkin' cents, your
But it is certain things that they teach me
That I just cannot let slip by the way
So I just want you to know
Anywhere I go, in this life
I take jah jah
cheap labor and fat profits by selling, to you
Before you say what I think, take a deeper look
Why are these people so poor that they need this work
No
you on the phone
She call the police, restrainin order
50 feet, from my home
I tried, I ain't lyin
It's so sad that the heavens cryin, AYY!
Once
don't we bring the 50 inch plasma for the children in the backseat? Well, we'll do a timeout. Oh yeah. We didn't grow up at a timeout. Are you kidding me?
sex, ring it up"
You say crack sellers are swell fellas
Takin' you to school in his 5.0
Like I don't know that your boyfriend is paid
Ya musta told
wanders
Fifty cents rent goes pretty far
when you live in a subway car
One stop's the same as another
Even Son of Sam sees her sleeping,
she's not
was selling grams
It's hard out here, I got 50 Cent why you envy me
You think you gon make it just by tagging shit and sending tweets
I put the O in
I'm amazed by the fact that I'm standing,
On this land where i'm under, you stand,
Their better vision, truly i am outstanding,
This ain't the end
fifty
Anything you want
Baby gone head and gimme gimme
Come by the tv and just kick it with me
(Kick it with me)
Put the Netflix on are you still watching
dies somebody else is born
People are celebrating while other people mourn
Home may be home to you but to me it's foreign
Even the matador don't pull
Yeah, F-50
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point 'cause
You see me gettin' high
But
jag blivit tung men vi poppar ingen oskyldig
Om du överlever skotten det finns two-fifty (50 Cent)
Jag blev kär hon är Medusa (yah)
Primadonna är torped
to that, I'm like, "bitch,where my money at?"
Comfortable by my lonely, 'cause they snitch when you run in packs
Ghost wrote a whole mixtape for some zips
Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload
I dropped
the mag
Rap niggas hate me, R&B niggas mad, uh
I'm in that 50 Cent, G-Unit bag (ha)
Goons put the work in free if I ask
Make a G call, had three niggas
Do you have a cigarette
For fifty cents that I could get
My day's been long my nights been cold
My back's been aching because I'm getting old
I got
NF - the search remix
I’m Derrick rose with the 50/50
Come at me and you ain’t lookin pretty
My schemes are dirty with the gritty gritty
My Gods
gonna tell them together
They should feel lucky to have our work
Take the wealth that you are making
It belongs to you by right
No one for bread will be
and a strawberry bazooka,
5 for a haircut, and they can make it thorough,
And 50 cents can get you anywhere in the borough,
Karate movies came on Saturdays at 3,
know brothers
Mothers know fathers
Sons know they daughters
They blood thicka then water
If one had fifty cents they'd both have a quarter
That only
The game took a turn crazy its all gravy
Thanks to 50 cent and shady they goin' play me
These lil' niggas can't phase me
They just babies
Play me
on beats that you like you consider it
Suck on so many dicks
Not talking bout one man, I'm talking bout many men
I'm feeling like 50 cent
Talking my shit
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