50 Cent lyrics
50 Cent lyrics
"Banks Victory lyrics"
Cheap lyrics
I gave him head On his teenage bed Didn't want to But I never said Chorus His strawberry flavour words Are turning me, drawing me I wake up feeling cheap And beginning to bleed And I don't know how, and I don't know why I feel so cheap Wanna please But begin to freeze Can't wait to go Chance I gotta seize Chorus In his Ford Feeling clawed My bleeding Makes me feel whored Chorus x 2 1st verse repeated
(feat. Lloyd Banks)I gave him head On his teenage bed Didn't want to But I never said Chorus His strawberry flavour words Are turning me, drawing me I wake up feeling cheap And beginning to bleed And I don't know how, and I don't know why I feel so cheap Wanna please But begin to freeze Can't wait to go Chance I gotta seize Chorus In his Ford Feeling clawed My bleeding Makes me feel whored Chorus x 2 1st verse repeated
[50 Cent]
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
[Lloyd Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit ree
Daytona 500 lyrics
(feat. Raekwon the Chef, Cappadonna) [singing] We are the G, O-D's And we came to rock, the spot Like Ironman Starks They be the illest MC's, in the world today Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear Light your blunts and down your beers Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez... [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] Say peace to
fer(feat. Raekwon the Chef, Cappadonna) [singing] We are the G, O-D's And we came to rock, the spot Like Ironman Starks They be the illest MC's, in the world today Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear Light your blunts and down your beers Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez... [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] Say peace to
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci ve
Shoeshine Girl lyrics
One day as I was walking Through an airport corridor I saw a comely goth girl With tattos on her form She gezed up with her pretty white fece And shone her eyes on me She shined my shoes and then I knew That I would spellbound be Her hair was not the shiniest Her skin was not like silk But she had a way of looking That made me wanna milk As I sat high above her Her cleavage I could see I contemplated both of them<
t wit the green and red strapsOne day as I was walking Through an airport corridor I saw a comely goth girl With tattos on her form She gezed up with her pretty white fece And shone her eyes on me She shined my shoes and then I knew That I would spellbound be Her hair was not the shiniest Her skin was not like silk But she had a way of looking That made me wanna milk As I sat high above her Her cleavage I could see I contemplated both of them<
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
Niggas find what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
get advances from grey agra
see these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you probably heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T,
I Need Some Fine Wine And You, You Need To Be Nicer lyrics
Sit, good dog, stay, bad dog, down, roll over Well here's a good man and a pretty young girl Trying to play together somehow, I'm wasting my life, you're changing the world, I get drunk and watch your head grow It's the good times that we share and the bad times that we'll have It's the good times and the bad times that we had Well it's been a long slow collision, I'm a pitbull, you're a dog, Baby you're foul in clear cond
bergendySit, good dog, stay, bad dog, down, roll over Well here's a good man and a pretty young girl Trying to play together somehow, I'm wasting my life, you're changing the world, I get drunk and watch your head grow It's the good times that we share and the bad times that we'll have It's the good times and the bad times that we had Well it's been a long slow collision, I'm a pitbull, you're a dog, Baby you're foul in clear cond
you match now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishin' gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
Nigga
[50 Cent]
Still in the projects nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
you gon' fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin life
and yo momma said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin.....
to encourage you, somethin positive
aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin curve
fuckin dirtbag