Lyrics:
a bitch fold like a futon
Gettin' bread like a crouton
Tell me what the fuck is you on
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah,
a body in a ditch
Beat yo ass up like, MOSHPIT, "huh, bro, i am 50 cent"
Die For My Bitch, you go die from this clip,
Holding 300 rounds, blow off some
shots like I'm 50 cent
Think I'm seeing green but its really mint
Think I seen a sheen, nah its brilliance
Too gifted
All of my verses are laced, all out
clip on me shotgun on me
I'm high and I'm lonely
Nigga play, then I'm testin' him
Fifty bitches on my dick, ho come again
I can't hear you in the new
Get in my feelings thinking about my past
I made it right by doing a lot of wrong
You know I got you you ain't got to ask
Hard times I be praying to GOD
clap em leave em flat, Yeah
Niggas say they want some but I know that's cap
You pussy ass niggas don't want none got way too many straps
Got them Fifties
Yeah I just need like 50 plans
Spent my last like 50 cents
I window shopped like 50 cent
That bitch she right
Ray Bandz on my face I got
Hundred dollar bills checking those, Fifty dollar bills checking those, Twenty dollar bills checking those, In the waist line niggaz where the weapon
the Refugee Camp!
Run up on you be , and leave your seat damp!
And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low
From Madina up to Y.O.
El Capitan
week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member
week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member
Aye man
The Rollie outdated a lil vintage hit
Drip vitamin water this ain't 50 Cent
I ain't Snipper Gang but bet I'll hit
I'll give the Glock if
to take the weed and then hoooold it
Juicy J the type to lick a blunt and foooold it
You can come by my crib and get soooooo lit
[Chorus: x 2]
and it cost me a fifty No Buyers remorse I ain't showing no pity
Mine still hold 10 brodie dumped the whole fifty
Why tf did you dump the whole fifty
by, niggas like "fifty don't play son"
"yeah, somethin' really wrong with that nigga..."
Max out, I'm goin' straight for the glock
Bust a u-turn, I'm
I'm the man & I ain't talking about Ripely
Get your face put on a shirt behind blue hundreds red fifty's
Now you know damn well (We don't play that over
Tipsy lookin like a Gypsy
I got dollars don't make cents change it up like 50
Throw it back, throw it back she threw it like a frisbee
Gone off
and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper
lacking always got my grip, pistol pack shit got a kick
Empty the clip on a fuck nigga
No I don't even think I don't trust niggas
50 Cent nigga I'm not in
racks not talking about shit little nigga
That broke shit is not it little nigga
I'm getting every cent my Nigga
Goddamn this glock don't got no kick
Geekd
Geekd
Bitch im geekd
Geekd
Geekd
Geekd
We off the lean, lean
Watch me get this green
If you wanna rep the gang you gon take one for the team
Smoking
hypertention. That niggas is getting salty
I'm quick to pop off back the fuck up off me
Carlton Fisk banana clip silver back gorilla
Mr. Street life show you
state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
textes
Silence bitch I hope you get messages
Coulda had me bitch and now you can't flex and uh
By the way I'm fucking ya exes ha
It's a hair flip
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