Search results for '8 more miles by 50 cent' Page #83

get it any way
I got a 50 in my glock, and a hunnid in my k
If you brokeboys really want smoke, you can pull up round my way
If you ain't talking bout

hostile
And give it a little more
Let's sell your kidney on the black market
For fifty kay
Yes, I'm the marksman
Give me your organs
I'll absorb them
Seven

have[00:10.88]I swear I always wanted more, I had to get the bag[00:13.51]I fucked up a few times, I had to spend my last[00:16.31]I remember it was days I was

Winning this game by 150 some miles Fuck what they say, fuck a technical foul
No B.B.B., but I always knew me and my brothers would ball out since I

eyes had to learn to listen

Was raised by my elder folk, bandana'd up standin' my post
Under the umbrella is how I remain with the torch

No shame,

Trenches
Makachi no pressure
Onaeme
Makachi
Onaeme
Makachi
Onaeme
Seredebe puff and pass ejiro kwa afia ama aka class
Don't judge me by my pass aburo

while
New Range Rover with under 50k
Let's put some miles on it
Yeah I know you want it
I can see all your hands up
Flashing light all you stand up
Tell

Seventeen suns rising in seventeen bedroom windows. Thirty-four eyes blooming open with the light of one more morning. Seventeen reflections in

motivatin' over the hill
I saw Maybellene in a Coupe de Ville
A Cadillac a-rollin on the open road
Nothin' will outrun my V-8 Ford
The Cadillac doin' 'bout

no title, me losing my pace
Chasing a chase of a person with the sweetest disposition and a sweeter face
Forever ever sleeping figure eight
Coz my

Let's go
Wanted:
Strong and able-bodied worker
Minimum wage
Fifty-eight hour week

An average joe from the grand design
He breaks his back for big

Guess whos back
back again
Frasier's back, tell a friend

Frasiers back (x8)

Wow wow wow

To beat that dead horse
and no one can force me
to watch

nigga I can fucking feel it
Want some more better meet me in the 50
I'm at the post office with the Piccadilly
NAT LIFE DAT LIFE!

8 I sold cupcakes for momdukes to raise money 
To buy more food ya feel me my nigz shit
I got made fun of and was laughed at 
I wasnt embarrassed

on the bright suit Billy, head for the right side of town
It's only 8 o'clock but you're already bored
You don't know what it is but there's got to be more
You'd

Styles like Al Pacino
Reno until the carcelino
The mad dino with the cambino, the gambino
Digger than Jim Colisemo
More reservoir dogs than Tarantino

there's no more demons for Satan to try to send for me
It ain't over till the fat lady sings
And I aint quitting even if that bitch is back by a symphony,

cut him now I get big amounts
If I buy two then I get four
If I get four then I get eight
If I keep going then that’s more weight
I keep food on my

a wanted motherfucka
Riding round with no license on meh
Bring the 50's back light yuh ass up
With the Tommy
Reload an explode on your bitch ass once more

the same dollar like 50 pesos
No hablo Espanol and watch how the chickens play close
I'm here scouting real estate I ain't tryna fuck
Let them thirsty whore

To half a million dollar cribs
Den more doors opened
I just hadda put alil time in
An I been soaring ever since
Can’t tell me shit
Now I’m ballin str8 off

north trips
SKS in the Dolce trench (Brr)
Dice game, mink to the floor, throwin' trips
Throwin' bricks
Bring me back eighty by the fifth
Uh, look, jet

a 50 out my mom's purse, alright let's go!
Sixteen years old, that's a deadly combination
When you mix me with the drugs I put in my system daily
Make me

our greats to soon n this could be your sister brother father mother cousin uncle or flat out best friend now a days if you make it past 50 it's a damn