Lyrics:
wonder can I sell 11 mill like 50 cent
Cause platinum ain't enough I got too many vices
I love to smoke weed love to shoot dices
Say my life style
Qu'du bénef
J'suis l'Milan
T'es Marseille
J'suis triste quand
J'fais pas d'zeille
J'finesse ta pute comme 50cent
I did it by myself without no help
on but I ain't brought it all with me
Bail thunderstorm, pounds dropping by the 50s (Dropping mad 50s)
First foreign I ever had was a 650 (Skrt skrt)
this juice
'til my hands get heavy, and my pants get loose.
I gave 50 cents but all they got was bad news
Seems the odds are stacked against me, and so
He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly
of the steepest hill
I gotta dodge these suvs
No cent for insurance no cent for he that raised me pays the bills
I write these rhymes getting chills
Just spend
of me
Imma get so fucking big
You won't be able to escape from me
Not too long ago this girl had me simpin' out
But like 50 cent your boy is pimpin' now
I
Uh-ha
Mummy raised a good yute, but I'm bad like my surname Jackson
Fifty cent coins in this hand gun (baow)
You ever heard the MAC ring? Ain't
on mild
(oh man god damn) diamonds all in my grill
Boosie bitch wipe me down
Niggas trying to steal my style
I popping pills nigga wow
Watch how I jump in
10 my God still change me
He changed my life for the better and today it's still changing
Brokeness nor dey sweet nor be watin you go need test
wen
get so fucking big
You won't be able to escape from me
Not too long ago this girl had me simping out
But like 50 cent your boy's pimping now
I used
a dutch in me
Got a .40 on me, I don't trust any
And if any nigga ever try to end me
I'ma die shooting prayin' God forgive me
You too busy hating you
Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that game.
Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job
She licked my dick, up and down, like it was
there
You were afraid, dreamt a nightmare
You couldn't relax, gave me a death stare
Wasn't in me to see you get there
I asked you, "What's wrong baby?
romantic nahi
2008 se mai game me
Verse ke pehle hai payment
Ab tak yaha, ye versality
Diya quality over quantity
Suna 50 (50 Cent) se leke mai Pop smoke
just gave me a new lens
You was in passenger seat of the benz
Moment was sweet, you was holding my hand
That moment is frozen cuz never again
It's just
no grudge against you"
and my dick felt long and hard
"I am the man for which no God waits
but for which the whole world yearns
I'm marked by darkness
you everything you want, but half that shit ain't deserved
With you, God gave me a blessing, at the same time a curse
Girl, you're my heart
I'll never
Hello, how you doing?
I can give you good massage
I can be your everyting, you give me fifty bucks
If you no say nothing, I can give you
be getting crazy
Trying to put me in a dead end
But I never thought to give up
Man, I rather be a dead man
Get rich or die trying
Like 50 Cent
And its
ignorant just like 50 Cent with his post
Niggas posting all online
So when you slide you under arrest
That nigga corny he a bitch
That nigga telling on his
an answer, “what’s the question?”
“Did you not pay attention?” I tell him “No sir.”
The blur I was in gave me the for sure
My time’s restricted, the bell
Lust
Hickory dickory dock
Hand in my pocket, rob me for my chocolate (eheheheh)
Mo' dollars, mo' cents, for the Big Six
Another million led
give a dick to her
She deserved to bitch
Derversed to be bitch, so I call her bitch
Nigga, I hold me for something
She love the cream, I gave her ice
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