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50 Cent - Chase The Paper

Текст песни: [Hook: 50 Cent] I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling A n**ga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You're a sucker for love, n**ga, I'm money making [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm still a baller, I'm still balling That's five times I ain't picked up, your bitch still calling I'm super ghetto, I'm still with the shit Still pass the steel to my n**ga, hit a lick We still mob, n**gas steal stuff We still deal after deal, shit is no problem He still love her, she ain't shit Get her a pair of Louboutins, she suck a dick Still real n**gas, still will kill Told the still bitch don't squeal, get your cap peeled The Mac filled, black talons, hollow tips Copper-tops, get your ass popped, watch a body drop [Hook] [Verse 2: Kidd Kidd] I'm clean as a motherfucker, still getting my hands dirty Bitches they wanna fuck, grab a glass, you looking thirsty See I'm a gangsta, you soft as R&B singers I'm at a war with the banger, in the club with the shanker Mask on, lone ranger, scope on the K, lone ranger Rather be alive and rich than die and be famous Live my life in the fast lane, I crash into anything I ain't here to entertain when I let them bullets sing Rims on, Rida Gang, slap the fuck out of you, n**ga Trying to pull out your pistol when you know that you're lame You chasing these bitches instead of chasing your paper N**gas taking your bitches while they taking your paper I'm gone [Hook] [Verse 3: Prodigy] She on my leg like a little kid She hump my leg like a horny pit Pitbull in a skirt, yeah, I'm a magnet Now I ain't running after no broads, she stuck on my dick I'm a different breed, blame it on my genes Money in my jeans, pockets turn her eyes green She's seeing dollar signs, I'm seeing reasons why Never had to stress no pussy, I'm one of a kind Pretty n**ga with a gorgeous gun You die a beautiful death, pull a stunt, look There ain't a bitch more dime than me The thirst is real, she knocking over drinks to get next to me While you [Hook] [Verse 4: Styles P] Ghetto n**gas still'll pick a penny up You outside chasing them hoes throwing your Henny up Little homie loading a semi up Catch him all after the club, tell him to ante up Anyway, each and every day, I'm looking for a better way You owe me, you better pay Ghost, let the beretta spray Hood want uncut dope and some better yay I ain't chasing pussy, never have Hustle hard, take a break, run and get some head and ass Still robbing, still rolling, still need a mask Still popping, still slinging, still need the cash [Hook]

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50 Cent – <p>50 cent is an American rapper. Curtis has a difficult fate: he grew up with the parents of his mother, who gave birth to him at the age of 15, and at 23 died from gas poisoning. Then the boy begins to get involved in boxing and trade in crack. Somehow he is caught doing this and given 3 years in prison, but the rapper manages to get parole. After giving up the drug trade to devote himself to music, he is shot 9 times in 2000. Then he takes on the pseudonym 50 cent &quot;for a change&quot; and starts recording his first songs in his friend&#39;s basement.</p><p> He became famous after the release of the albums &quot;Get Rich or Die Tryin &#39;&quot; and &quot;The Massacre&quot;, which sold a total circulation of 36 million copies.</p> – Цент Цент cents фифти цент сent 50cent
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Release date: Февраль 2014
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Album: Chase The Paper

Автор Слов: T. Fyffe, C. Jackson, A. Johnson, C. Stewart, D. Styles
Featured_artist: Prodigy, Kidd Kidd, Styles P, Performer: Ty Fyffe [Producer], Ky Miller [Additional Producer], Eif Rivera [Video Director], Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson [Video Producer], Composer: T. Fyffe, C. Jackson, A. Johnson, C. Stewart, D. Styles, Author: T. Fyffe, C. Jackson, A. Johnson, C. Stewart, D. Styles
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[Hook: 50 Cent]
I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
A n**ga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love, n**ga, I'm money making

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'm still a baller, I'm still balling
That's five times I ain't picked up, your bitch still calling
I'm super ghetto, I'm still with the shit
Still pass the steel to my n**ga, hit a lick
We still mob, n**gas steal stuff
We still deal after deal, shit is no problem
He still love her, she ain't shit
Get her a pair of Louboutins, she suck a dick
Still real n**gas, still will kill
Told the still bitch don't squeal, get your cap peeled
The Mac filled, black talons, hollow tips
Copper-tops, get your ass popped, watch a body drop

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
I'm clean as a motherfucker, still getting my hands dirty
Bitches they wanna fuck, grab a glass, you looking thirsty
See I'm a gangsta, you soft as R&B singers
I'm at a war with the banger, in the club with the shanker
Mask on, lone ranger, scope on the K, lone ranger
Rather be alive and rich than die and be famous
Live my life in the fast lane, I crash into anything
I ain't here to entertain when I let them bullets sing
Rims on, Rida Gang, slap the fuck out of you, n**ga
Trying to pull out your pistol when you know that you're lame
You chasing these bitches instead of chasing your paper
N**gas taking your bitches while they taking your paper
I'm gone

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
She on my leg like a little kid
She hump my leg like a horny pit
Pitbull in a skirt, yeah, I'm a magnet
Now I ain't running after no broads, she stuck on my dick
I'm a different breed, blame it on my genes
Money in my jeans, pockets turn her eyes green
She's seeing dollar signs, I'm seeing reasons why
Never had to stress no pussy, I'm one of a kind
Pretty n**ga with a gorgeous gun
You die a beautiful death, pull a stunt, look
There ain't a bitch more dime than me
The thirst is real, she knocking over drinks to get next to me
While you

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Styles P]
Ghetto n**gas still'll pick a penny up
You outside chasing them hoes throwing your Henny up
Little homie loading a semi up
Catch him all after the club, tell him to ante up
Anyway, each and every day, I'm looking for a better way
You owe me, you better pay
Ghost, let the beretta spray
Hood want uncut dope and some better yay
I ain't chasing pussy, never have
Hustle hard, take a break, run and get some head and ass
Still robbing, still rolling, still need a mask
Still popping, still slinging, still need the cash

[Hook]























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