Lyrics:
Another day of this bullshit
Bad ass Bébé's kids man
Always want to get the fifty cent ice cream
Bitch, get the two dollar ice
Cream broke ass lil
truck, whizzin' through borders
I was through flippin' quarters when I made my first mill'
I'm about a dollar, 50 Cent ain't real?
Dead presidents,
hog
with a white chick and im drinking white hennessy
Feel like Calboy why these fuck niggas envy me
50 cent i really think that they many mens
I fucked
dick, like my name was 50 Cent, G-Unit!
I come with the heat, see my hits
Sound so sweet, Missy ain't pissy
Is you dizzy, is you with me
Tip me when you
give her more than 50 cent
Asked her body count she said many many many men
Different flavors, different colors like some M&M's
Nigga fuck yo battle rap,
dance, you praise them
50 cent, Eminem, they are god damn
I wanna be like them, feeling zen
Bozo bitches aint got the right cards in their hand
Trust me,
cent he my toy soldier he drop many men
That bitch a thot she'll fuck any man
I fuck then I jet like Kenny man
Freaky like YN Jay I'm the coochie
I
the bag that's the biggest the most out the lesser
Keep a big 40 cent copped on my dresser I fuck with that metal
Hundreds and fifties my po got some
Boss man want me fired
But I quit instead
Said I'd get a raise
Fuck a fifty cent
Trading cash for minutes
Don't make any sense
I'd rather spend my
to the telly we do what she want to do
Feel like I'm curtis jack she ain't worth 50 cent
I could easily replace her on the internet
These hoes be fucking for
like a reverend, teeth is worth a kilo'
Killin' niggas like 50 on the Instagram
Hot as fuck but I'm cooler than a ceiling fan
And my nigga just
class tagging on the avenues
Getting into mischief and blowing on chronic
Rest in peace Jose its cuz of you we bonded (RIP)
I was blasting 50 Cent Get
and flow with me
You know we ridin' on a profit
I burn that bitch 50 cent
My friend Vikol is a
I talk to my jealous brothers or vuzellas
Tho thousand for
bring it to 'em anyway
I'm gettin' paper, things are changin'
Bitches love 50 they in da club wit' me
Poppin' the bub wit' me
You should see I'm in
game slick
Keep your two cents
And stay the fuck off my dick
Savage Life
Imma Viking got em all shook
Haters sick
Tell em Earl
Im Pyro Lothbrook
em
We gotta problem Houston, Whitney
Cash not cents but clip hold fifty
Pills in my body but the shit don't hit me
So I pop four mo' till the shit
of movin' them bricks for my Balenci' kicks
My cousin got shot up by many men
Wish he was 50 Cent
We would still be gettin' rich or die tryin'
Flash out
Walk
to bury it. fuck bitches I love money I need to marry it, Ima king I need to be riding round in a chariot, I remember growing up man I didn't have a dollar,
the door
Like a broken Nintendo
I ain't playing no more
You keep your 3rd Eye closed
But I'm well awoke
By the way that he spoke
I could tell he don't know
tryna send some shots but first, you gotta send a band
Her favorite 50 Cents, she fuck with many men
December bitches always actin' different when they
By yo homie
Gotta keep the grass low
Watch out for the snakes
Know we
Boutta blow
Just uping up the stakes
If its
Me and bro
Splitting 50 cent cakes
(Say something crazy)
(Wait what?)
Dirty dancing by myself riding solo
Fuck your Instagram I do not want no photos
Keep my dubs on the low low
Cold
nigga's sensei
I won't let my people down 'til my brothers make sense
Get rich or die trying, ask 50 Cent
So I guess it's only right to make cents
Fuck
like I'm thirsty, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
50cent with many men, but I can't show no mercy
I just fuck her like I love her, she don't belong to me
I just
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