Search results for 'i gotta win by 50 cent' Page #94

Bitch I ball the hardest imma win regardless
Day by day deposits count it count it
Damn I'm clean af in this chevy truck
Wipe me down wit a bounty

all day by day like I'm doin a bid
Now I'm walking down a aisle but my shopping is done
After addition and subtraction know the answer is one
One bride

In A Minute

Plies

Wish Me Well 2

2016

made love in a minute
She say that she wanna be a part 'cause we winnin'
She wanna be a part well my heart gotta win it
She wanna be a part, wanna be

speak game under Dame, she get wet on the rival
Nigga, the only chicken that you touch was at the Colonel's
I like slim bitches, I don't gotta hoe that

phone 
Cause i don't want you in it
Smoking by my lonely 
Grinding like i'm really trying to win it

Lied to my face oh
Back to your place hoe
Brother

The Boss

Rick Ross

Trilla [Clean]

2008

a Chevy wit a fo'-fifty-fo' in the hood
That bitch got 125 on the dash (She like it gangsta cause...)
(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far)
(I

was like love for the first time
And I gotta thank the Lord for giving me this blessing
Now I use my thoughts as weapons, tryna make it in a city where

Okay, we started up again in that mode, bitch
I got 50 bands in that safe, they don't want shit
All these niggas frontin' on that live, they

I finish this drink up in my glass

Drop my bro back off at the pad hit the gas as I puff on the green grass
Po po's on my trail gotta think fast

Let me tell you one thing cuz lifes a fucking chess game
White goes first
Straight away they got a headstart
Starting with a handicap cuz they subpar

that I didn't need it
Guess I'm growing up
But shawty still keep it
Gat compact like a Toyota Prius
Cop searched the whip still didn't see it
Guess I win

[Originally by 50 Cent]

No shorty, it's Beyonce,
We gonna' party like, it's ya birthday,
We gettin' naughty like, it's ya birthday
So put ya drink

want babies with you
Stay freezed like a clean baby biscuit
See I hesitate when I see
You talking with many men
I ain't 50 cent but I'd take 9 shots for

Let the Good Times Roll

Trevor Jones

The Mighty

1998

and a quarter
Just rarin' to clown
But don't let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents more that I'm gonna keep

So let the good times roll
Let the good

moving backward, only moving forward
Looking for my love well I say you getting warmer
Do that lil' dance, my baby a performer
Need 50 cent, will you be my

Trailers for sale of rent
Rooms to let 50 cents, now
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes

Now two hours of shoving broom
But

yo whip
No 50 cent hop in this car
Muthafuck love
That shit leave scars
Girl I ain't quiet
Just drunk and barred
Don't know the real me, think you do

You know how I float I go row my boat ay
Where you're common sense when I say I got no hoe yea
You gotta believe me when I said I got there foe ay

the end
Like it’s you verse 50 men
Trying to get rich 50 cent
Or I’m a die with a bloody pen
Sipping dark ain’t talking hen
Crafty beers let’s have a cheers

came out the shower
Everyday I be surrounded by bosses
Winning right now but I took a few losses
Promised my momma I'll make it
So I'm waking up every

December nights $7.21 in my checking
I remember niggas short me I was just a shorty
Looking for an exit
Now I gotta flex my legs boy I run the shit you can't

And imma get it gotta get this shit by any means
I gotta get it fa my family get it fa my team
They tryna stop me at the light but all I Cee-lo green
Bitch

The real ones around me gon' stick
Right by my hip
Might as well shout out to Chelly

Runnin' up the stats like a race
Fuck out my face 
If you want you

Put You on the Game

The Game

Put You in the Game

2005

homey got shit locked
Public Enemy #1, Flavor Flav with a wristwatch
All black G-Units, all black Impala
I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin the six-fo'
50 Cent