Lyrics:
bankrupt
Too fly n' m handsome (Yes)
Yeah m bad like Jackson
Throw kare wo tantrum
Align karu mai album
They just pricks, mai talcum
Jack my style jaise
straight trash
You hearin’ Tory singin’ and rappin’
You pay cash my album bought to drop, nigga
I'ma bout to pop, nigga
How I shoot guns and go platinum off
handled homey checks Like a banking eagle
Knew the insides of tax laws And hiding yo dough
Cause my homie kept Increasing every cent in his Flow
He could
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
Bitch niggaz do bitch thangs
Look at 50 what he does
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
to prison I’ll say I’m like youngboy and then say that it make no sense
If many men wanna kill me and they try to shoot me I’ll just say that I’m 50 cent
You
Kelly track
ScHoolboy Q out here having every H capped
And yet you just have a problem with 6LACK?
"50 Cent just can't rap"
Say that to his face and get
like a Nat
clways on a n**** back, cuz' da' way a n**** act
If a n**** talk his shit, 50 Cent “Get The Strap!”
Paranoia in my mind, always gotta watch my
Binks, binks, binks, binks (N-I-R)
(Rim's on the beat) N-I, N-I, N-I, N-I
N-I, N-I, N-I-R-O
Ouais, N-I
(Rim's on the beat) pull-up
Ah!
Eh,
am not Jerry Springer
Side by side Rihanna
Any way through the window
Black on Black with the Regalia
And my Album dioxin like Tilapia
Cos when my
floss soos Oral B, self-centred monotony
Nothin' new, nothin' new, y'all ain't sayin' nothin' new
Jy luister 50 Cent, ek pomp Black Star en The Roots
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
for Guns 'n' Roses
Yeah! C'mon!
Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're in this life just gettin by
Somebody
or the single
They just tear it up on Spotify
Fifty million streams but
You're stressing about
Suddenly missing out on some cents, right?
I'll be damn lucky if I
play not today
What the fuck happened to MTV
Why these whack people get to make a cd
I dont know man look at 50 Cent
He dont move his mouth when
like bryant gumbel
I love me some red beans
N my momma gumbo
Many men want this position
Feel like '03 50
Don't need no bullet proof vest
Ain't nobody
prayed i blow like 50 cent ( cuz lord knows Onnat taking chances )
Chrome lock out clutch basket on the banshee I ( dump the clutch )
Fancy paint berry
to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent
mit Eminem
Einer Stufe mit Jada, einer mit 50 Cent
Ich bin der Mann der Manns, der Rapper
Der Rapper
Der Mensch, der durch Beats brettert
Jeden MC
50 Cent:
I don't know what u heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms u can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
neidisch auf meinen Hype
Und gehst auf diese Kinder-Jam, bevor mein Album erscheint
Du wolltest deine Fans gegen mich nur mobilisier'n
Komm doch zu mir
a finger on a trigger
Sliding like I'm Silva, K-I-N-G call me Simba
With the pumpy like I'm Pumba, шестерка твоя крыша
Parle vous anglais, no francais, будто
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