Lyrics:
twist his body tore a ligament
Hit up nine times over 50 cents
Bet he think again before he try again
Blowin' smoke, we lit up like a cigarette
Treat her
Didn't ask for cent
Not a little bit
I ain't even sweat
When you wanted shit
Food up on the table
I provided it
Made it 50/50
I divided it
Asking for
was out in that booth, I ain't drop no music, I was frontin' my move
Tell the opps what the fuck they gon' do, 5 to 10 cents when I slide, FN2
They're
step kings katch'a'fire like revival
Blinded by the shine off the vultron kicks
Cause Ali & the Nesians be the ultimate
Chorus
I wanna dance with you
Order me another Zip
I've been borderline I'm never switching sides
They finna jump in and dance with the beast
This a triple drive CCC niggas out
Gotta come up before I die, take care of my jits
Hold up, yea single file, I know you all want it
Pull up by my dolo sliding on my John Wick
Damn baby, yo
Must be 50
Other places
I'd rather be
By the beach
In the sand
With a cool drink in my hand
Working nine to five
Finally saved by the bell
Let
To the basement through
Side two
Loudmouth
Havana Affair
Listen to my heart
One fifty six
Fifty three fifty two
Let's dance
I don't wanna walk around you
Today your
man[00:16.52]Shawty want ride but this not a romance[00:18.41]All on my body she dance like a hoe, man[00:20.06]She wanna get faded but I do no dope,
Taking over all my lands
While you celebrate and dance
I got too many plans
To get cancelled by this "clan"
Like you strip me from my roots
But you call
Unstoppable, incredible, impeccable
It's, it's The Unit
Woop, woop, you know how we do it
Woop, woop, I make you dance to it
Woop, woop, throw up
Ricky Bobby, I be cruisin'
I just did a song with 50 Cent, don't give a fuck about him nigga, two-some
Overseas, talkin' guapanese, twisting lids with
so allow me, hand me ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror
a quail-o then I lay low
Inside a mansion, Nokay-do
50 cents Fake-o Bay-bro
No see's in my lie
I need weed to get high
I need cheese to get by
After
back, BAM! Bash in her teeth, AWW
Guarantee you this, that bitch gone see stars!
Respect my gangsta
I see you looking mad and I ain't 'cha
I know +50
me hounding me trying to be my only
I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie.
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
(Yeah) What would fuck me up more
Watching her
the Ku Klux
I just got it and I already need a tune up
I'ma get rich or die trying like I'm Fifty
This Drac' will make a nigga dance just like he
Piece by piece, what it look like?
You know we run the city, bad bitches with me (with me)
Pull up in fifty foreigns, what it look like?
Hit your
with Donald Trump (oh)
I don't take nothin' too personal, play 50 Cent, I'ma Kurtis Blow
Gold grill and a greasy 'fro, no peace to the PDO
I like
Y'all niggas hangin by a thread
Cut off the loose ends
I need me a fuckin M
Don't need no new friends
I need me a fuckin M
Don't need your two cents
and see with my own eyes
It's an open invite if you like the sound of France
I'd teach you Debussy and you'd teach me how to dance
While we wander by
a nut, then I'm back to thinkin' money
My wrist froze, my mind blow, I'm off slow, my eyes closed
You gotta judge a man by his principles
Teflon Don, I am
(rings)
Pots in the beat, it's a bake-off (packs)
Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)
Big boy tools, Maaco (big boy)
Make a bitch dance with
forever)
Shmurda, what up, son?
Brooklyn, what up, son? Huh?
Yo, I hit my shmoney dance when I caught the lick
I hit my shmoney dance when I caught ya
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