Lyrics:
a newspaper
N' shows him a picture of the USS Titanic.
Folks, she's the world's biggest ship,
She's made outta good wood,
And good iron they said
cool with me
Everyone know you a freak
Tryna keep the shit lowkey
So, I just post and delete
You want the wave
Takin' pictures when you up in
me hounding me trying to be my only
I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie.
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
(Yeah) What would fuck me up more
Watching her
Kiss, Kiss (Kiss)
Kiss of Death I kiss you, yeah (Muah)
Take a mental picture now I can't forget you, yeah (Yeah)
Send niggas to get you they pull up
Nigga 'bout to go to see the man in the stars
Hoppin' out the van with bandanas and all
Cannons went off
News cameras takin' pictures of your family
Gimme couple good rhythms my spirit need to vent
Im chasing big dollars big brother gimme cents
Le chemin du roi on it like my name 50 cent
They told me i
we smoking weed in it
Don't post me in your pictures
If you could keep a secret, we could always kick it
This what they fuckin' with me for in
him yeah the gangsta edition
Walked out really spankin' a nigga
Say they plannin on yankin' a nigga
On the Gram now I'm likin' they pictures
No
the heat toted
And teflon tips keep the .44 loaded
Straight quoted in nine-trey, by the dime
Now we connected
He said, "Mack, when you westsidin`
I think about my babygirls
The moment that i wake up
Every moment they're away from me
I wonder what they're thinkin'
I wonder if they think of
All
the literature's perverted
As children some wished they lived as a different person
a role model someone to worship so I made mines
Out everything I came by guided
putting up, that's not them They got more money than cents
Don't let that hand of you in my system I'll get your body, next day I forget it
Nigga, Dre just
What it-what it exactly are we doin?
Don't play yourself
Reward yourself and tune in to
The 2017 BET Hip Hop
Award hosted by me: DJ Khaled and Dade
unimpressed by my Ferrari
(Vroom) her attitude'll sting
I mean this bitch is Waspy (Haha)
Takin' it back to the days I
Was emailin' blogs my own music, man
said yeah we winnin
Makin all this money all this cash im gettin
Takin all this liquor to my head im spinnin
Come be by my side
You can lean on me any
of money and don't make shit
I give em change
Since they don't make cents
Shawty like 50 and think she still lit
Imagine her raising them kids
Petty like
made
Into brown gravy for supper Sunday
They got 50 pound bags of chicken nuggets
They got yummy yogurt by the bucket.
Shelves and shelves
to God all I fear
Is Allah so why try me?
Cross me get crucified, why would I lie akhi?
You look like the Predator by prey
(pray) on God akhi
They say if
jet
Weed and cologne nigga that be my scent
They asked where I'm from nigga I'm heaven sent
Got a band remember I have a cent
Bad bitch she Latina
months before pure obsession, picture can't take down
Children, this a shake down, they just looking for a sacrifice
They've been doing this since before
critical thoughts, criminal minded
Blinded by illusion, findin it confusin
Duel of the iron mics
It's that fifty-two fatal strikes
Duel of the iron
my man but but all you was, was fifty
Divide that shit by two Blo ain't see twenty-five shit getting tricky
I was takin Adderall to focus I kept
Sayin' that you're shinin', what's a diamond to a rhinestone? (Whoo)
Management is cuttin' checks, check the size, though
Takin' more than 15 per cent like
And you wonder why it's hard to make a dollar out of fifty cents
When all you come across is pennies you find in the dirt
Makes you take two cents and try
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