Lyrics:
(Lear')
Two-fifty each ear, what you say? I can't hear (huh?)
Shoot dices, my prices, they lower than serious (low)
She ride the dick, speed it up by
Ay Yo, welcome to the world of S-H-O-are-T
Texas where them trill ass niggaz be livin naughty
Rollin up ho's like turtles in half a shell
Open up
I'm sponsored by Wilson
Like my hoes yellow like they from the simpsons
She telling me I'm the one Ian Abraham Lincoln she acting weird Ian linking
Out
in my shoes or afford to pay my dues
Wit your cartoon crews, you niggaz destined to lose!
I rock Eminem and 50 Cent crowds
And spend most of my
block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by
game, ho!
I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho!
I'm bill droppin', Ms. Pacman, this pill popping-ass, ho!
I'm poppin' too, these blue
game, ho!
I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho!
I'm bill droppin', Ms. Pacman, this pill popping-ass, ho!
I'm poppin' too, these blue
game, ho!
I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho!
I'm bill droppin', Ms. Pacman, this pill popping-ass, ho!
I'm poppin' too, these blue
nut on her face (Chasethemoney, Chasethemoney)
Ooh-wee, girl, smile for the face cam (ew)
Big truck, four by four
Might be a Ram, change the color
drip on me they think I'm picky
Ho tryna link cause I'm up in my city
Stay counting pay but they like "Bug you miss me?"
Can't fuck with fakes how they
We havin' a check by the way
Huh, woo woo woo
You feel me? You dig
Shit look easy, know what I mean
Hey
Don't I look like I'm the shit lil'
moe"
50 thousand hanging from my earlobe
With a bank account that most niggas would kill for
Stupid retarded crib, and all my whips clean
Rocking
ain't gon' ruin me
I'm the only now that outdo me
I got hoes by the group tryna do me
My life like a movie, get head in the water
Don't gotta put in
niggas whacked me
Like FTF the team, bitch, ho, you see the faculties
I'm from Texas, boy, I gotta keep a strap on me
Aye, and ain't nothin' that'll let
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
What you know about that? [Repeat: x3]
Don't you know I got
Key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back
Louis nap
they feelin'
Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villain
I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin' right
Teachin' the hood rats what
niggas down)
That nigga face is no good, don't let 'em near your ho (bitch)
Keep it on the hush, might clip her if she talk too much (stop)
I'm
Ah
I like a little fine ho, oh
What a time, what a time to be alive
She let me, run shit, she let me
She let me
Run shit, hmm
Run shit, hmm
living good
n im the only nigga dat be rappin in my hood
i was raise by the hustlas n gain by the g's n taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
Hold on
Fifty-five hundred get you any coochie that you want
Eat, sleep, breathe coochie, shit, I got coochie lungs
Put my finger in her coochie, got
partito fra e rido (ahah) ho sentito il tuo pezzo, è ridicolo (skkrr) blockstar, si ma già da piccolo non hai un'etichetta ma un burattinaio, fra perchè fai
the fuck you calling twelve
I got the feds working for me in the city (Bitch)
Can find out where you be it's none to pop up let off fifty
And I got so much
soy un pimp como dijo 50 cent
Siempre ando clean, brillo como vvs
Lo que invertí mira ya lo triplique
No es por presumir solamente lo que es
Todo lo que
Stripes, gotta get it
Ik zag je in het echt, deze man is flabbergasted
Ik heb 50 cent op zak ik kan die ho's alleen maar pinnen
Gister zag ik weer een bitch,
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