skuffle – 50s lyrics
[intro]
yooo, sensei
you know what i’m sayin’
i want nothin’ but fifties, you know what i’m sayin’ (50s)
you let them wear fifties, you know what i’m sayin’
like, i don’t want no dope from you dope ass n+ggas (dope)
i don’t want no hunchos, i don’t care nothin’ about ’em
big fifties, you know i just bang for ’em
i just bang for eatin’ trays (ya dig)
i just bang for how a n+gga eat a plate (no cap)
you know what i’m sayin’, like
you know what the f+ck going on, like (i swear you do)
ya dig, like, i’m a livin’ testimony to this sh+t, like (i am)
i ain’t scared of nothin’, like, for real, like
ay, man, all that hate and i will prevail (hate, man)
on blood, i know i’ll prevail, like
[verse]
ay, these n+ggas ain’t hundreds, they only fifties (they only fifties)
pull up on a n+gga, give his ass some fifties (i give ’em fifties)
many a man wanna k!ll me, i feel like 50 (50 cent)
but i get money n+gga, just like i’m 50 (many a man)
see this a pink fit’, i feel like timmy (pink fit’)
but i ain’t gon’ make no wish, i’mma go out, i’m gon’ get me (i’m gon’ get me)
i’m speedracin’ to that cash i’m in the hemi (i’m in the hemi)
see they gon’ ride d+ck or try to go against me (they try’na what?)
see they gon’ pop sh+t, but i’m gon’ pop plenty
try’na get a half a mill, n+gga, no fifties (and no fifties)
when i shoot, n+gga, no i can’t show no pity (no i can’t)
make that n+gga disappear like hiv from magic (magic)
they see me in the streets, i shoot so much they call me basket (ay, basket)
that b+tch bad, she belong in a beauty pageant (beauty pageant)
put double gs on her (gs on her), put double cs on her (double cs on her)
but i’m still gonna leave on her (leave on her)
take the keesh from her (hi, b+tch)
bankroll full of fifties, put that [?] like p+ssy (like p+ssy)
i came home into your house, make a b+tch do my chores (my chores)
big blood, nothin’ more, yeah i said it, i’m the source (i did)
got that fifty in they cam, fifty thousand [?] on my belt (skr)
is you gon’ ride or you gon’ tell
i sold ice outta jail
yeah, them fifties for two [?], i’m gettin’ pictures in the mail (i need that)
screw the fine, i win, i yell, my young n+ggas throw you off the rail
all that hate and it won’t prevail, like a bank hit you gon’ fail
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