Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah
(Ayye JD Let Me Hear That Back)
Would you buy that Rolex? It's 50 grand (50 racks)
Tryna be like Bruce Wayne, give the whole city bands
(yeah)
Yeah, don't make me hit you with that bow
Help, I've fallen, I can't get up
I live in dark, get rich or die tryin'
Like 50 Cent, minute man
Made with Clay
There's a place (Ahhhh)
Where you'll find me (Ridin' in a polaroid)
The heat's almost over but you could still come on over
Listen,
credit
Put 50 in my tank gas the whip wit unleaded
Bitch you basic still pumpin 87
Born in 92 like what dat shit do
To these hoes I'm a mystery like I'm
at
Kay moved to the valet where the Benz at
Let's be
Out ridin' high
Girls stop when they see the clique ridin by, on jock
They ain't invited unless
eight ball
And a fifty cent razor
A nigga still tryna catch
Up twenty bricks later, uh (Ha ha ha)
I just want my worth, is that too much?
Load my pistol
about time, Captain, by now we must be 52 billion miles off course. They?re traveling faster than lightning.
KWIRK
Lt. Eubangdere, where are
through, she givin' head all night
Ridin' real foreign's, got the name on the exhaust pipe
We got choppas in the truck, like the SWAT team
Slime down
50 Cent ciara
I'm focused, man (DarkChild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me I handle my
cause you got no nuts, ho
[Chorus: x4]
It's gon be another deadly night more violent, more silent
As we stroll this bitch mo got down, my infrared
fulfill our dreams
We keep bitches on they toes, you know they need it
And niggaz be still spit this ol' shit cause we O.G.'d it
Yeah man, big shit,
for Brando keep it pushing
‘Cause I know if it was me
He’d still be ridin’ round looking
Broken
This shit left me broken
Im still losing focus
They know
[butterfly]
one day..while I was sipping some groove juice I realised..that in the
span of time we're just babies..it's all relative, time is
in we all had to crawl before we walk just we all had to loose to win if this shit was just hit fan would you still give me your helpin hand ain't
Drop back and took back no limits
Cut out the fake shit, I ain't wit' it
(Let go)
It's been in a minute, bitch nigga but I'm still wit' it
We
to the game
Cant be selling c.d's 'n' still selling dem thangs
Cause bitches drop names 'n' bring a lot of problems
'N' puttin' something in they head
a hundred
Promiscuous hit you then give yo friends some
Was gon’ drop bro we cool again don’t go saying nothing
I do the fuckin’ most when I be out here by
hey
Ridin' with a new scent, chain like a new noose
Cop in the rear-view, save all your two cents
Try and catch me like Mewtwo, they'll be happy
a team Over here 50/50 , will be by your side, down to slide, let me know when you outside
James Wade and Singer Chorus:
Yeah, you a vibe and girl you
the night shoot the car while you sleep
I know you niggas think about robbing a gee
Better think twice, better be armed to the tee
Pussy
Its still Free my
jammin it's not gone sell
(Lil' Flip)
down south it's rolex and cardiere
we dont go to clubs unless they got a party there
(Redd)
down south 5-0's be
Still, that's me still
Keep it real
If it wasn't for him and his steel there probably wouldn't be a meal
We in his Caddy siliconed out, zoned out
Tell 'em that I'm GS9, Coke Boy
And tell 'em we brought guns for the smoke, boy
My nigga French still get it by the boat, boy
Say that Shmoney ain't
yo head will get whipped lil nigga
Fifty cent for nine shots your body get dropped knock you off the block lil nigga
Headed straight to the top while
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