Lyrics:
chiami Jedi
Perché sono Giovaboy
Tu mi annoi
E quando entro nel club
Come 50 cent
La squadra mi segue a ruota
Con la prontezza di un pilota
Ai miei fra non
Fighting all these ghost trying to get rich, feel like 50 cent
I don't need no scale, I can do with the eye
I don't need no bail, I'll sit until its time
now
Addin digits up, cant wait to flood my wrist out now
I jus might take a trip out of town
Niggas coward
Gay jus like Dwight Howard
50 cent bitch I
grosso, il gangsta
Manco fosse fifty cent
Che voleva farsi hype
Grazie a Quattro Bragni Ent.
Ma dimmi se un coglione
Può fottere la mia fam
Abituato
can't get it back (Uh-huh)
And when bullshit arises we gon' get the straps (Shit)
Like 50 Cent (Right)
I'm a villain in real life Maleficent (Bow)
Had
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 weekends
Girly lift that skirt so I can peep on where that strange is
Don’t you even try to hang on me if you is not a ho
And if you are like Mrs. Doubtfire, I’m
sich
Für Cents wie - fifty
Ein paar candys auf ihrem Handy
Bin Laden so wie Penny
Oder damals noch mit Pfennig
Nahm ich mir das mic
Und floh So
what the fuck
He just need some love, he just need a hug
And his bitch, I don't need shit
But my blick and my 30 clip
Remember I ain't have 50 cent, shit
off the shit, bingo my neck, bingo my wrist
They say the life I live a movie, I can't visual it
I hustle hard, members so broke, I ain't have 50 cent
resident.
Mi accusano di fare uso di tren,
Cazzo manco fossi grosso come 50cent.
Scrivo all’infinito perché ne ho bisogno,
Il mio futuro lo vedo come
21 questions
This nigga think he 50 cent
I'm permanently always on vacation
I'm shooting long range and I did it
I copped that new Range and I dipped
sparato al cuore alla 50 Cent
E ci cerchiamo dentro questo club
Mischio Jäger con la Red bull
Ti prepari con Bomboclat
In testa ho certi déjà vu
Lei il
dischi RAP
Ora il giradischi canta come 50 Cent
Non mi piace nulla, sono partito dal niente
Ho rappato da Michele, ma prima da Dende
Sembravano i
they mentions rent free
If I get involved, these Jittas gone need em a Herb Dean
Count ten
Back then, I used to give my two cents
But Now I'm just
di stare a Matera tutti in fissa con i sassi (dai) non diamo colpi bassi noi puntiamo in alto butto fuori ciò che ho dentro lo metto in risalto se ci
the wop (oh, really? Fetty)
Fifty racks on me (racks, racks), got a opp thot with me (let's go)
Dare her give the drop up, that ho gettin' dropped with me
50 shots flyin', fly
Nigga, you want beef with I?
I hope you lyin', but why?
In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by
Huh? Nigga,
orders soda
Earth shake, milk shakes, ten cents a piece
They kissy and huggy nice
Oh, by jingo, it's worth the price back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers
Boogieman, facc' e buc' nderr
Vint' fial' rind' a Louis bag, fra', 'nu fa 'o ribell'
M' vonn fa for'
Many Men comm e Fifty Cent
Pecché e secc e cont comm e
hands where my eyes can see
Yo, everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck
Forty fifty Samoans, they knowin' when D-Bo was
50, Tweezy, Obie,
trappin' fifty sale after fifty sale
I gotta pause and get some fresh air, I can't do the smell
You a ho, they pull you out the car, you tell before you
becchi la sticky di Rikishi i primi round, se snitchi: Crouch
in primis ti zittisci poi squittisci come Mickey Mouse
parli di Trippie Red e Fifty Cent ma
EBT baby
Im in the got damn lab dra in here with me this that soul music for the streets
I been running racks up
Glock 4-0 gen 4 with a 50 i dont
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