50 PLUS 50 Songtext
von Zukenee
50 PLUS 50 Songtext
Yeah, oh yeah (rod—)
Yeah, oh yeah (Blunts, blunts, rod—)
Yeah, oh yeah (Blade)
Yeah, oh yeah (rodneyy, woo)
I spent a hundred on drugs and I spent a hundred on sticks
Young nigga at lit as beast (What? Yeah)
A hundred, a hundred on that (Switch)
A hundred, a hundred on this (what)
My bitches the baddest to fuck
I don′t care if she got slits on her wrists (Let's go)
Shades on when I walk in the club (Yeah, what?)
Nigga, don′t get punched in his shit
Yeah, oh yeah (Huh? This blunts & blades)
Yeah, oh yeah (Switch it, switch it, 'bout to smoke 'em)
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
These niggas been gettin′ too out of line (Yeah)
They still like a pencil, I draw the line (Switch)
I′m givin' her love on a Valentine (Switch)
She blow up my phone, but she out of line (Brr)
These Calvin Klein, these CK (Switch)
I went hundred racks on my B-day (B-day)
And I′m geeked up like BK (What?)
She freaked out, let her fuck the DJ (Switch, yeah)
Crack cocaine (Yeah), go the coke way (Yeah, yeah)
I could break down your bitch in four ways (Yeah)
I got shooters sittin' in the door way (Yeah, yeah)
I stab a pussy like OJ (Switch, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw a hundred on this, a hundred on that (rod— yeah, oh yeah)
I′m spendin' that money, I′m gettin' it back (rod— yeah, oh yeah)
I'm fuckin′ on actresses we cookin′ up crack (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I spent a hundred on drugs and I spent a hundred on sticks
Young nigga at lit as beast (What? Yeah)
A hundred, a hundred on that (Switch)
A hundred, a hundred on this (what)
My bitches the baddest to fuck
I don't care if she got slits on her wrists (Let′s go)
Shades on when I walk in the club (Yeah, what?)
Nigga, don't get punched in his shit
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah (Blunts, blunts, rod—)
Yeah, oh yeah (Blade)
Yeah, oh yeah (rodneyy, woo)
I spent a hundred on drugs and I spent a hundred on sticks
Young nigga at lit as beast (What? Yeah)
A hundred, a hundred on that (Switch)
A hundred, a hundred on this (what)
My bitches the baddest to fuck
I don′t care if she got slits on her wrists (Let's go)
Shades on when I walk in the club (Yeah, what?)
Nigga, don′t get punched in his shit
Yeah, oh yeah (Huh? This blunts & blades)
Yeah, oh yeah (Switch it, switch it, 'bout to smoke 'em)
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
These niggas been gettin′ too out of line (Yeah)
They still like a pencil, I draw the line (Switch)
I′m givin' her love on a Valentine (Switch)
She blow up my phone, but she out of line (Brr)
These Calvin Klein, these CK (Switch)
I went hundred racks on my B-day (B-day)
And I′m geeked up like BK (What?)
She freaked out, let her fuck the DJ (Switch, yeah)
Crack cocaine (Yeah), go the coke way (Yeah, yeah)
I could break down your bitch in four ways (Yeah)
I got shooters sittin' in the door way (Yeah, yeah)
I stab a pussy like OJ (Switch, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw a hundred on this, a hundred on that (rod— yeah, oh yeah)
I′m spendin' that money, I′m gettin' it back (rod— yeah, oh yeah)
I'm fuckin′ on actresses we cookin′ up crack (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I spent a hundred on drugs and I spent a hundred on sticks
Young nigga at lit as beast (What? Yeah)
A hundred, a hundred on that (Switch)
A hundred, a hundred on this (what)
My bitches the baddest to fuck
I don't care if she got slits on her wrists (Let′s go)
Shades on when I walk in the club (Yeah, what?)
Nigga, don't get punched in his shit
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
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