Lyrics:
bands
I'm back at it i bring in 50 bands
Just for my smoking habbit
By any means necessary
I gotta make it happen
Got the game on crues control
I'm
nigga that's my gun walk
Uh, fuck that nigga, ho ass nigga
Leave that nigga with a toe tag nigga
Barrel so long, you can pole dance, nigga
Run up in ya
no 50 Cent
Bitch, I'm ballin', shootin' out the tint
Out the club, bitches goin' crazy, say they want a pic
Try to set me up, my dawgs'll kill you,
(price)
I'm not gettin' involved with the hype (no)
I'm too rich to get into a fight (I'm too rich)
Fifty racks got my jeans fittin' tight (fifty racks)
They told me they gon' get me if
They do it's by a long shot
But we gon' keep sendin' shots up
Until my heart stops
Know they wanna see me dead
get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin' dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy
I don't
ain't like it
Handle my dough, I ain't like it
Diamonds on me like typhoon
Shoot by myself, I ain't got goons
Smoke big gas smell like perfume
I got a ho
might be bad but she don't listen
Always talkin' 'bout other bitches (god damn ho)
Send my lil niggas on a mission
I got that power like Fifty
I
Grip this big bitch hit the whip pick yo friends up (ayy)
Hearing voices since a youngin’ but ain’t said nothing
Feel like my people 50/50 still stay
about time, Captain, by now we must be 52 billion miles off course. They?re traveling faster than lightning.
KWIRK
Lt. Eubangdere, where are
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Ayy
Ayy lil' Instagram ho, how much you fuckin' for? (And some head)
After me, go in that room and show some love
Fuck niggas with that sneak dissin', I ain't hearin' them
Hold on, now let me turn up on a ho
Your favorite rapper rattin' on the low
Hundred shots in
I could come down, but you know I can't
'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drink
I got five on the weed, fifty on the drink
Fool, I'm
You motherfuckers turned my heart cold
You motherfuckers I'm going gun ho
Everything I ever said & done
To be upholded & be molded
In history I swear
(10Fifty, I love you)
Uh, I'm with the
(Yeah, I'm goin' a whole 'nother way on this motherfucker, know what I'm sayin'?)
I'm with the Get N Dere,
nah, we ain't showin' no love
We gon' pull up, fill a nigga up
Get that boy blood by I put him in the tub
Cartier hittin' like sus, solitaire stone, ho
walk, nigga that's my gun walk
Uh, fuck that nigga, ho ass nigga
Leave that nigga with a toe tag, nigga
Barrel so long you can pole dance, nigga
Run up
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
Way to Florida with my ho in Pensacola
Ain't too far from Georgia
I like to fuck her on the
Beach right by the water in Tampa Bay
Ain't no brave in them
contracts (nah, nah, nah)
Matter fact, I'ma get him set up by to the stripper (have her do it)
Tell her I got fifty, I know that ho gon' be with it (she
the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range
When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (yeah)
Nigga pull up, think he G.I.
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
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