Lyrics:
from her, cause she borin'
Top down in a horse, I give two cents bout a whore
Like I'm dark, I'm feelin' like the voice
Pushin' the P like I'm ridin'
me and Jed
I'm pouring out the red
That some shit like 50 cent
I just made a thousand cents
You don't make no sense
Use your senses
I see you buildings
invitación, baby
Yo te saco del caserío, bitch
Como 50 Cent
Oh, la baby quiere un fuck buddy
And I make that pussy dance, bitch
Me maman el bicho to' los
the sand
I love you if you supporting my fans
50 cent many men
Hate on me any time that you can
Tryna buy me some land
Tryna buy me some Rick Ross land
Touchdown and I dance on 'em (Uh)
Touchdown, got bands on me (Uh)
In the middle, I ran, homie
Casualties of war, semi by the door
Semi by the bed, I got
I throw my 2 cents in
Well make it 5 percent then
If black man is God then
The ghetto must be heaven under fire
Holy war against the races
you wanna sit on my lap
First I gotta see you dance
Louis Bags
Can’t be controlled by the bands
Can’t be reliving my past
Fuck that, you know I’m
to make love to a kick in the snap
as I sat up in the cut just for waiting my chance
to solicite Sauncerea for a private dance
yo I could still remember
lightly begins to rain screams of terror
Are hidden by the passing trains
This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried
As he drops to his nephew's
(Get funky)
Three, four, three, four, '99
She the new hero 'cause she's so divine
Unaffected by the system, she'd rather die
Than write a rap for
so, I'ma get her 'fore the night's over (yeah)
Dj play my shit so I'm finna crank up off in the VIP zone (hey)
See the money go up and she dance
the chips Made it flip,
Made it dance, Flicked the wrist,
Cause i'm all in,
What’s the risk If you never had a cent,
Fan is hit, Are you all in?
I’m in this
Fifty cents
Take your favorite girlfriend
You know she's of a Mexican descent
Tell it to the family
Ya see it growing day by day
You know you sell
down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle in the sky, one
dog again acting Hollywood again
I just fucked Her and Her friend i was the man back then
Cant get fifty cents from the bitch
misfire with no hits
encore me faire perdre tout mon temps eh[00:27.50]Allô position bébé faut pas perdre mon temps[00:30.85]Je sais qu'tu m'entend qu'est-ce que tu attends
the days
Young strays, posted at the L.Q. on Friday's
Waitin for Dice to give the go ahead
Hawkin 50 cent, puttin heads to bed
for a herringbone hear
declare war you're fuckin' insane
This world's not to be blamed by you goin' insane but
Mirror back at age 50
Mirror back on what you lost
Mirror back
takes lots of drunk dads missing dance recitals before you decide to blow a goat on the internet for fifty bucks.
And if that disappears, where does that
that bennigans
Timmy 21 to my competition
I’m a stomp em
In some timberlines
As a youngin listened to 50 cent
Get rich or die trying
Story telling
to Kansas
You said you ate it, but you're doing me damage!
Now it's off to sell a fifty foot spandage
Because I'm stressed off by your lady bandit
You look
like 50 Cent when drop many Men
Living everyday and I'm shooting for The stars Backwood filled with MAC 1 I'm on mars
Everybody turnt they back on me
rolling for that terp smoke
Yeah, I keep the purp bro
Pass it round the circle
Got 50 other strains
Tucked away like some merlote
Terp sauce by the jar
In
got a drum if i see many men plot then i'm shooting out the 50 (50 Cent)
We finna squeeze if we keep spinning know we be twisting hard then a titty
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