Lyrics:
Drop the whip, nah we ain't SHHH, but we gon' bend again
If I don't get my man by tonight, then we gon' get a friend
I needed help why shooting
with Dolce Gabana the sweater, inside my coupe Chanel cover the leather
Sorry I can't hear you yeah the money callin' (Callin')
Twenty's, fifty's now
I drink on the drank by the pint
I pour up the drank by the fifth
I smoke on the smoke by the pound
I roll up a leaf and get lit
I drink on the drank
some young niggas in my city,
Don't got one cent ride with the fifty
It's some young niggas in my city,
Get all the hundreds and get all the fifties
Get
One two three four five six
Roadrunner roadrunner
Going faster miles an hour
Gonna ride by the stop-n-shop
With the radio on
I'm in love with
and think
Ima make it big get some gaup like 50 cent
I don't talk to fakes they stay acting innocent
No I shouldn't give a shit
Stopped the love I finished it
Highland and Shortnitty
Nigga we can knuckle up
I got fifty-six with me
Strickly for my rouges
With me until they lift me
We can meet for shows
I see they
Let's go
Surrounded by some real niggas (Lil Top)
Hey
Yessir (they won't do it)
(Buddah Bless this beat)
I said I need it
This Draco
around town
Thinkin' you can wash me onna beat you a clown
I can tell that lil' bitch a freak by the way she smile
CGB the gang nah nigga you can't fuck
around with me and catch pneumonia
Cold ass flow, it's a fucking glacier
But it don't move slow, it'll outpace ya
My OPPs know I'm naughty by nature
All my
the problems
She ont care bout smog, she got niggas that solve em
She fly to LAX, wit 29 cents in her checkin
God damn what is this flexin? livin life with no
Bjork with better fashion sense
A phone, 50 cents, and I'm building up my confidence
Respect to your work, you're an artist,
I'm a silly jerk
I think
I don't know I just
I'm kind of feeling her aromas
I, think about calling you
So I wrote this song for you
I can't sing without autotune
But I, I, I
YOUR FACE AND SET YOU UP LIKE 50 CENTS MANY MEN SEE ITS THE BATTLE WITH THE FLESH THAT YOU HAVE WITHIN SEE IM USE THIS PEN TO DESCRIBE MY SIN CAUSE ONE
people is trifling
Yeah, you know I'm so lively
Get in the club, and they all with me
Got my crew, like the Big 50
In the prime, like I'm 50 Cent
You
niggas ain't forever
You gotta keep going
You just gotta keep it going
Love me or hate me I'm 50 cent running this gaming
I ain't in no mood don't be
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
what you think of me
That’s why they talk silly when they not with me
I keep it one hunnid and they do fifty
They keep on asking what is wrong with me
I
step as I check the time
Rub my hands when my palms itch
50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless
This the sway of a rich nigga
Praying for the day
pimpin'
Giuseppe Zanotti, I cop by the 50, yeah
I work the backstreets in all of the cities
Yes, I paid for her thighs, lips, ass, and her titties, yeah
She can't talk back to me, she ain't Alexa
Got the Japanese, but it ain't cream soda
Can't be mad bout a bitch if she is not the best one
I missed my
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
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Words sometimes
chain I'm in this ho lookin' like 50 Cent (I'm icy)
We Blrrrd Gang, we get active we never send a hit (free Shiesty)
Might catch my next one on yo block
a hundred G's, I had me blockin' out of jail sentence
I'm recognized by the illest of individuals
Killers and criminals, even willies that's really into
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