50 Cent - Still Think I'm Nothing (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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50 Cent - Still Think I'm Nothing (en) Lyrics
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Oh yeah
Look at you, you lil' dirty
ass nigga you ain't shit
Ouuh
Bongo By The Way
They used to tell me that
I wouldn't be nothing
Yeah
Now Lamborghinis and Porsches
we stunting
Look at me now nigga
Pull up, get your bitch,
in drop top we roll out
Y'all niggas ain't shit
They all act like they ain't
know bet they know now
I'm up nigga
If I ever said fuck you
nigga I meant to
When you come up how I came
up, life's not gentle
See that tear in my mama eye,
that meant the rent due
I prayed on it, God didn't
say nothing back
Saw that cocaine you had,
we turned it to crack
Had a couple grams of diesel,
we was just tryna make it
A brown sheepskin on, niggas
was tryna' take it
You know the kind of drama that
come with the leather bomber
Niggas try to jump you gotta
stay with the lama
Suckers shit niggas get shot
over some nah, nah
If niggas want problems I'm
sayin' this no problem
I catch 'em on the late night
and dearly depart 'em
Look back
Look where we started from
It's all the beginning
They ain't tell me why
we come this far
Now they feel it in the air
When it's 2AM and the sky
is filled with stars
Driving down the boulevard
I remember when...
I remember all the shit you said
to me 'cause it hurt me
Then it helped me 'cause then
I was down to do the dirt
See the knots in my pockets
boy, I go the cash route
I see you with your skinny jeans,
punk, with your ass out
And I got all kind of money now
Look what you made me
Got a different type of temper,
man a nigga get crazy
My A.P. look like I done dipped
it in water, hard
Like me when I done dipped
in your daughter (GOD!)
From playin' with Hot Wheels
to collecting cars
That shit in the duPont
REGISTRY's in my yard
Somehow the bullshit shifted
Now the motherfuckers
calling me gifted
And I be like
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