Lyrics:
lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy
I said listen man i rather give you my last
To see you live again
Got eight bitches doin' group things, what you call that?
Smoking dank that exotic out the zip, what you call that?
Hundred fifty, bust down on my
'Cause I pull up with that blicky stickin' out of my Prada (bang-bang)
And I ain't goin' if you broke, so go get you some dollars (okay)
I get my own
a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they
Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred
And I stay blunted
'Cause I do what I need
And that's the reason that they love me
'Cause I've been
Why do I come and talk to you
Because I enjoy it
I like the sound of my own voice
I'm interested in what I'm talking about
And I get paid for it
Ba ba baa baa ba ba baa
You was a nigga finally make me kill one of y'all
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep that thing
Right up under my
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
show[01:35.64]I know what I got into i feel like I'm chose[01:36.93]I'm gettin mine ian doin no trippin (ain't doin no trippin)[01:38.50]I can't sit by imma get
the things you can create
I coulda done a lot of things there's a reason that you wait
Hello world reporting live to tell you that I'm doin' great
And my name
I'm in the East 'cause my boys are gettin' right, man
I was on TV makin' fifty racks a year
After helpin' mama out the shit would disappear
I am not
for my twin flame
Do it what you doin' when you do it to me
Do it what you doin' when you do it to me
Do it what you doin' when you do it to me
tooly, I'm a spray
What you doin'? Where you at?
Choppin' up these beats, you know I am, you know I am
I got 50 bullets in my gun, not 50 cents
What you
my clip
Don't trip, a bitch can't do in me
But I be likin' what she doin' to me
Because I like what you doin' to me
Because I like what you doin
in the stories
Poppin' up around thinkin' man People believe them
Barely readin' comments so I could figure out the knowledge
And gain my own opinion
don't even know
A million things run through my mind (Through my mind)
You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time
(You ain't gotta be in jail to be
the past and how things used to be
(Word)
You know
Big man Uneek is here, my man Master Ice, you know
Ehm
Yo Ice, won't you, you know
Talk a little bit
I'm a keep doin' my thing
I put some candy on the Range
And bought another chain
Keep a bag full of rubberbands
Money machines got to throw it in
thing, I'm doin' this
This is my job" and he committed to it (that you can do anything that you wanted to do)
And hey, the rest is history, I'm lookin'
thing
Was written me in the face
What you thinking
You tryna kill me
With my own poison
You should notice
I noticed that shit from mile away
I knew you
shit don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchize
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by
per cent
Keep on going for me is the only thing
That really makes sense
That's who I am
That's who I was
That's who I'll be
This is I
Myself and me
sacrificed?
By doin' things my own way....My own way
I gotta do things my own way
Yeah....my own way
I've got these feelins' I'm tryin' to deal with, I'm
her own pussy
When we're fuckin she takes the dick out, licks it all over
Then she puts it in her mouth
Now after doin that type of shit
She could
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