50 Cent God Gave Me Style Lyrics

July 8, 2024, 11:28 am

I'll get atcha, Tupac don't pretend. I'll be actin' like an animal, I'll tear you apart. Its a cold world baby girl, lovin' me is not enough. I'll have you spending all you got. The emptiness/meaninglessness of corporations, greed, consumerism, and business? 50 cent god gave me style lyrics. At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold. Watchin Dre serve skunk through the hole in the gate. Nigga holla if there's a problem, and your niggas got drama, I got burners for sell and shit. Is there a mothafuckin' problem nigga. First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya. 50 Cent God Gave Me Style Comments.

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Well then I wouldn't be right. Fuck them O. niggas, they stuck in the eighties. So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a nigga. Sheek Louch - Mighty D-block. That's what you bought from me? I said, were walkin away, did u hear me? Forever me and you baby we were meant to be.

Shot and I'm bleedin'. And maybe that'll even the score. Keep the dance floor packed, thats without a doubt. Banks shit sells, Buck shit sells, Game shit sells. God gave me style 50 cent lyrics. Then im back doin me. Were still breathin and just leave it at THAT. I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you gon' be strong enough to take this shit. In the club, I get it goin' goin' uhh. Shorty, hit me high, then hit me low. I'll clap your monkey ass, get black on black crime.

God Gave Me Style 50 Cent Lyrics

Hundred percent thug, freak too, I'll taste your love. Oh yeah, can't forget Bishop Moore 'cause my mama key on me. Some shit'll never bother us. And do that damn thang, yeah do that mayn. I don't play but I'm a playa till the mothafuckin' end [gunshots]. Peep the fiends, shootin' diesel in his arm in the alley. I'm a sponge, knowledge and wisdom I ab-sorb fast. I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit. This is that ferrari F-50 shit, its real layed back. In the hood, hoopty, hate low, niggas don't know I'm around. Can we just be alone, so I can kiss and hug you. I said are you ready? Yeah a nigga doin dirt but a nigga low key. 50 Cent - God Gave Me Style Lyrics. Bein' broke is against my religion, now picked up.

Her and ya momma in the livin room now hog-tied. Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit. I like jeeps and coupes, so I grind all the time, just gimme some loot. Kelis said her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. He don't want it with me, he in DC. Haha, my soldiers around in this, some shit go down, and a nigga get laid down. God Gave Me Style (Produced By Needlz) Lyrics 50 Cent( Curtis James Jackson III ) ※ Mojim.com. You gon' get ya monkey ass hit. I never steer you wrong, you're hyper I make ya calm.

God Gave Me A Song

It was written long before, it was carved in a tree. Its a secret I want the world to know that you're mine. Dance floor, jam-packed. I'm in the hood ridin' round with a chrome fo' pound, can you see thru the windows see tints. It ain′t my fault, you can′t break it down. You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready. My role model is gone, snortin' up his drug, bad enough they want me to choke. Jon jones god gave me style. My game fuck with a bitch brain till she think she wifey.

Ooh I'd die for you baby. Clothes off, face down, x up, c'mon. Its an emergency, a Michael Jackson see. So seductive, you should see the way she wind. When drama pop, the llama pop. Don′t much good come from me, but my music.

50 Cent God Gave Me Style Lyrics

My flows crack you listen, your fuckin' brains on drugs. I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes. I'm hot, I break it down. And had the whole crowd yellin' free Yayo. I ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds word. Me, you, and your sister can do the do tonight. Just lay back, crew. Other Lyrics by Artist. Cause I don't need 'em. We have a love thing, you treatin' this like its just a fling. Get the fuck out my face. Lyrics for God Put A Smile Upon Your Face by Coldplay - Songfacts. They set you up, to let you down, they crowned you prom queen. If the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in art. And I twist my drawer.

Gangstas who signed? Level three Teflon plate on my chest. Niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back.

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