50 Cent
Put on my o.j. Gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home
And go back from doing some different shit
I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.
Kidd Kidd
I’m smoking up my lungs, This liquor drowning my liver
I’m now using these prescriptions these pancakes now full of syrup
Mayweather all contenders I eat each rappers for dinner
Put these ratting ass niggas in a sewer
Master splinter, Sound like my phone is bugged
Give a nigga the jitters, I don’t give a fuck
Tell the pigs to kiss my shitter, Yeah i’m kind of thinner
But goddam you’re jeans are slimmer I don’t want you round my children
You look like a sex offender planet of the apes, i’m a g unit gorilla
All these rappers claim they killers proly sue you when you hit them
See i’m not what you used to I aint soo woo, i aint crippin’
I’m a rider gang nigga we gonn get it where we fit it
50 Cent
Got a new bitch that’s so bad Yeah she don’t know what she doin’
And her ass so round and fat when she touch me i’m like boooing!
I won’t hit and i won’t tell so i don’t wanna flip a coin
I don’t kiss it, i don’t tell so her close friend she can join
They don’t call me from the pens that’s to see how things are going
So the money, it still flowing get a rider gang, it’s still glowing
And my neck and my wrist, And my ears and my fist
Got diamonds all over shit glowing and the lambo ain’t got no top
It aint summer yet but it’s hot you gon lose the speech
When you hit the streets and you see the bitches i got
You better believe it’s real from the philippines to brazil
Lil mexican chica, i want you to meet her
People can give it to you pure 100% uncut, now nigga you know wassup
Kidd Kidd
Mjg, bitch i got them 8 balls 4 door garage, bitch i need 8 cars
They want me locked up, They singing like akon
Her shatter, like a ?
On, Bitch my life right and
You niggas dead wrong, I would take your head on
So you can see me head on, I’m gettin’ my air blown
You know what her head on, She got my head gone
Shit i’m bout to head home, ? That’s my destination
Still street, Never handed in my resignation
Ding dong, I’m at your doorbell waiting
Who tryna get served, I’m ’bout to do some catering
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Put on my o.j. Gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home
And go back from doing some different shit
I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.
Kidd Kidd
I’m smoking up my lungs, This liquor drowning my liver
I’m now using these prescriptions these pancakes now full of syrup
Mayweather all contenders I eat each rappers for dinner
Put these ratting ass niggas in a sewer
Master splinter, Sound like my phone is bugged
Give a nigga the jitters, I don’t give a fuck
Tell the pigs to kiss my shitter, Yeah i’m kind of thinner
But goddam you’re jeans are slimmer I don’t want you round my children
You look like a sex offender planet of the apes, i’m a g unit gorilla
All these rappers claim they killers proly sue you when you hit them
See i’m not what you used to I aint soo woo, i aint crippin’
I’m a rider gang nigga we gonn get it where we fit it
50 Cent
Got a new bitch that’s so bad Yeah she don’t know what she doin’
And her ass so round and fat when she touch me i’m like boooing!
I won’t hit and i won’t tell so i don’t wanna flip a coin
I don’t kiss it, i don’t tell so her close friend she can join
They don’t call me from the pens that’s to see how things are going
So the money, it still flowing get a rider gang, it’s still glowing
And my neck and my wrist, And my ears and my fist
Got diamonds all over shit glowing and the lambo ain’t got no top
It aint summer yet but it’s hot you gon lose the speech
When you hit the streets and you see the bitches i got
You better believe it’s real from the philippines to brazil
Lil mexican chica, i want you to meet her
People can give it to you pure 100% uncut, now nigga you know wassup
Kidd Kidd
Mjg, bitch i got them 8 balls 4 door garage, bitch i need 8 cars
They want me locked up, They singing like akon
Her shatter, like a ?
On, Bitch my life right and
You niggas dead wrong, I would take your head on
So you can see me head on, I’m gettin’ my air blown
You know what her head on, She got my head gone
Shit i’m bout to head home, ? That’s my destination
Still street, Never handed in my resignation
Ding dong, I’m at your doorbell waiting
Who tryna get served, I’m ’bout to do some catering
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