Lyrics:
Snatch all the honey from your honeycomb
Now the bees keep flyin' by me
I'm on that piff, that potty
That shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from
speak, got me creeping with this Gleek
And I ain't graduate but I got my diploma in these streets
And don't a day go by where a nigga ain't high
What's
a production company
Stay fresh like Doug, I run with the thugs
That'll cut your throat and sell your blood
Fifty/fifty love around the border
Should be
ol' hairstyle
If trump, is impeached? You'll see, what'll
Happen... I can't imagine! He's more useless
Than giving zombies a statin... Mike p
dividends
Michigan boy off that block with that M again
50 cent know she been talking to many men
Tryna lie like a nigga an idiot
Sippin the liq man this shit
Yeah
We bringing trap back
Stuffed three p's inside my backpack
Prayin' til somebody hear me screamin
I don't know it's angels or it's demons
to the rear
I told em who the hell I was and they open the clear
You niggas should of help mystikal instead of the bear
This 50 cent in my pocket came from
the spot
That's why I acts like this
But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this)
I made crack like this
Chorus
Masta P
my rhymes
I'm feeling it, Killing it, breaking it
Like niggz are breaking up like 50cent and Lloyd Bank
A lot of money now in the bank too
Chilling
and bye
K-I-N-G, Lil Durk why
P-O-L-O, Lil Durk fly
Fifty of that, bro I'm high
Man you know that Kush (Kush)
They be hatin', they be fakin'
In my
really counting at all
Counting at all
Counting at all
No letters from my P Y T——-eeee
She don't expect no calls from me /
I mean she use
a tech leave you stretched
I'm 50 cent getting rich in a vest
Won't die trying if I aim for the head
By any means when it comes to a check
R E S P E C
restless
I don't french kiss unless it's 50 cent
Vivica,we can share him like the president
Tabloids,I don't care,it's irrelevant,I'm heaven sent
Now
talk, so when I make that call, boy that’s B2B
White tee, grey tee, or I’m in all black
Same fit all week when I fall back
I need the whole loaf, 50 cents
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
and why
Life's become a numbers game
Ruled by the K.P.I
Tick the boxes as you leave
Can you tell me why
People come in second place
Killed by the K.P.I
This trip, this flip
I’ma get the count right
Do my numbers man, why your baker count light
Thta work you put out, that was stepped on
My shit raw dope,
weight get P.O.P
Naughty by Nature your trespassing O.P.P
Your O.T. yeah nigga I can get it to you
Sold in a see through right price I deliver
Tell ya
to blast off heat
Quik told me to be all I can be
Nate is my dogg him and warren g
They recognize the ridah in the drivers seat
And even 50 cent said
'all niggaz want the honey
(Yeah!)
But I just want the money
(Young chump change!)
Just fifties and them hundreds!
(Girl I know you want me I'ma)
Scoop ya
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
Then I sit back and watch y'all eat pussy
Kick off my feet and count my cheese
Snoop this ain't the XLF, this the P-I-M-P
Look, she think she burned
y'all caught me by surprise
I been knew you wasn't real you couldn't look me in my eyes
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