Lyrics:
I would pay a hunnit bands just to be alone
I don't like these niggas and I barely even want these hoes
You be lucky if you get a text from my cell
and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm
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
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
like Ben 10 yeah
Or I'm like 50 Cent bulletproof hated by many men men men
She like to sing along to my songs I be like yeah yeah yeah
You gotta come
do one more game of counting by fives on our fingers
This is a long one, keep going
Get set, ready, go
5, 10, 15, 20
25, 30, 35, 40
45, 50, 55,
envy
You say you got money nigga really
I bring them racks in by the plenty
You broke as fuck don't got a penny
Don't need yo two cents
You wasn't
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
bustin' out my window (good pussy)
Feel like 50 Cent (why?), 'cause I got many men, ho (okay)
I be fresh as fuck, expensive linens with no lint
(yeah), don't call me Kim, ho (the fuck?)
Got good pussy, have him bustin' out my window (good pussy)
Feel like 50 Cent (why?), 'cause I got many men, ho
Ya'll niggas want to get high, well we gonna get high then
This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby
50 Cent uh, take it how you want
mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 3]
I love 50 Cent, that's my dad
But even my mom talk about him bad
She says since he blew up,
the way I spit that?
That got these high-class hoes wanna come and chit-chat
Split the paper 50/50? Yeah I'm with that
But when I rob yo' ass you can't
another knot
Keep your bank on swolle and your honey in the pot, bitch
Because I can back it I can't help but talk shit
Feeling like 50 Cent when he
sections
No burners, like fuckin' hoes, no protection
But that's rare
Like a fat ass with no injections
Presidential kush
It could've took the whole election
a send a text, shawty we on Cinemax
Feelin' like I'm in a scope (interscope)
Fuck the aftermath, we sent(cent) 50 at his cantaloupe
Made it thru the rain,
[Hook]
I am 100, I double 50 cent
If you wanna talk ish ya derrier gets kicked
Show you who's boss like Feds did Micheal Vick
And show ya how
Kenny, Kenny, Kenny
Essas bitches vão e vem, viciam mais que cocain
E se quiser provar aconselho a não perder o trem
Tipo 50 Cent, a loja de
wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
niggas for dead
I count all my blessings in 50s no Cents
Ya ain't gone fail when you give hundred percent
From a city where we Stay By Plan
See me rolling
I'm thinkin like why bother
Use to get 50 cents and buy pops In the hood
I was livin like I was unbothered
Do you know how it feel wake up in
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
lane I'll never switch
Only worried bout skip
I'm just tryna stack my chips
Spend not a cent on a bitch
Keep the money in the pocket
The burner under
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