Brandon M.
City of Angels
Im riding around to this shyt on some ill summer flows
B, I cant even front, 50 cents current music bumps hard
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Brandon M.
City of Angels
its just bumps, beats are tough, summer music is always better than winter music, 50 taking advantage, that song with Hayes is tough
yeah he's on a little roll right now.
yep
he bout to get on his melody swag again and kill the game
drop some links to shyt he dropped recently that u like
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUW8PSb1FxM"]50 Cent - Double Up ft Hayes (Official Music Video) 2012 - YouTube[/ame]
he bout to get on his melody swag again and kill the game
drop some links to shyt he dropped recently that u like
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUW8PSb1FxM"]50 Cent - Double Up ft Hayes (Official Music Video) 2012 - YouTube[/ame]
people just dislike him, for justifiable reasons. couple that with the fact they've been seeing and hearing him for 10 years straight and it's almost impossible for him to maintain commercially. he's dropped some duds here and there but usually his music is on point, people don't judge the music tho, they judge the artist. aside from BISD and 4 or 5 failed singles all his sh!t is quality, all the mixtapes are hittin
Brandon M.
City of Angels
i heard this shyt , and im going bananas out here brehs!
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Finelli
Trapped in the 90's
CapitalOne
Do You Believe...
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYjMKEYgAvI"]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYjMKEYgAvI[/ame]
Yeah nikkas keep saying I'm back
It's a fact ya shaken like ya ass got parkinsons, relax, confused
Acting like a white boy bored
Now you wanna jump a flight of stairs on a skateboard
nikka, why the f-ck ya pants so tight?
You tryna show nikkas your ass, your alternative life
I'm hungry like I aint ate, I lost weight
On a highway it's worth more outta state, I'm raw like Cypress
I could just kill a man
Blow from Mexico's cartels...
They love me then hate me then love me again
bytch I don't pretend, p-ssy I aint your friend
I done told you over and over again
You can hate it or love it, hate it
I wore green, emeralds and my watch face drippin
nikka aint no safe safe when I start trippin
I might call my next LP Death of the weirdo?
I'm high, check my altitude, I'm lounging in the Lear home
Feel a buzz, a little coolaid and Codeine
I say getting your ass whipped is a sure thing
It aint safe in the war, the war I'm playing my shark tank
On the trip to the mall, made your bytch ass plank
I touched more p-ssy than maxipads
Now Detox can be your little rap rehab
bytch just a second visit from the repo man
And you can't afford your monthlys, I mean God damn
you aint worth the shoes you standin in
When I party I bring a bytch to bring the cannon in
You said you was gonna see me when your homie got shot
It's been a while so I'm guessing you must've forgot
Once again you gorget, aint this some shyt
You forgot about me bytch I wrote your hits
You know "how we do", "hate it or love it" and nikka fukk it I'm special
That's why your ass say my verse
MORE :
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMh0MdFrsvY"]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMh0MdFrsvY[/ame]
Let this fake nikkas get you in the mood for looove,
I'm back to get you in the mood for the Snub and gloooves.
fukk pill poppin'; a strap, I pop that!
Watch the Henchman trial, see a rat rat on a rat!
You got a nice gimmick goin', you've been hot a few summers
But I got the kinda flow that'll stop World hunger.
"Hi" again in case a hater don't remember me,
I happen to be what these rap nikkas here pretend to be.
Yeah nikkas keep saying I'm back
It's a fact ya shaken like ya ass got parkinsons, relax, confused
Acting like a white boy bored
Now you wanna jump a flight of stairs on a skateboard
nikka, why the f-ck ya pants so tight?
You tryna show nikkas your ass, your alternative life
I'm hungry like I aint ate, I lost weight
On a highway it's worth more outta state, I'm raw like Cypress
I could just kill a man
Blow from Mexico's cartels...
They love me then hate me then love me again
bytch I don't pretend, p-ssy I aint your friend
I done told you over and over again
You can hate it or love it, hate it
I wore green, emeralds and my watch face drippin
nikka aint no safe safe when I start trippin
I might call my next LP Death of the weirdo?
I'm high, check my altitude, I'm lounging in the Lear home
Feel a buzz, a little coolaid and Codeine
I say getting your ass whipped is a sure thing
It aint safe in the war, the war I'm playing my shark tank
On the trip to the mall, made your bytch ass plank
I touched more p-ssy than maxipads
Now Detox can be your little rap rehab
bytch just a second visit from the repo man
And you can't afford your monthlys, I mean God damn
you aint worth the shoes you standin in
When I party I bring a bytch to bring the cannon in
You said you was gonna see me when your homie got shot
It's been a while so I'm guessing you must've forgot
Once again you gorget, aint this some shyt
You forgot about me bytch I wrote your hits
You know "how we do", "hate it or love it" and nikka fukk it I'm special
That's why your ass say my verse
MORE :
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMh0MdFrsvY"]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMh0MdFrsvY[/ame]
Let this fake nikkas get you in the mood for looove,
I'm back to get you in the mood for the Snub and gloooves.
fukk pill poppin'; a strap, I pop that!
Watch the Henchman trial, see a rat rat on a rat!
You got a nice gimmick goin', you've been hot a few summers
But I got the kinda flow that'll stop World hunger.
"Hi" again in case a hater don't remember me,
I happen to be what these rap nikkas here pretend to be.
damn 50 back yall ... i fukk wit all the shyt yall just put up
Cole Cash
They took a hammer and sickle to my back
S.O.D.
Swamis On Deck
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