50 Cent - Look What You Made Me Do lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - Look What You Made Me Do lyrics]
Now if I pull out the gat
And just push your wig back
I bet niggas will stand around
Sayin' "Damn who did that?"
I'm the type nigga to dare
You to touch the jack
I'm the type to borrow your gat
Then won't give the shit back
Im F to the I - F T - Y - C - E - N - T
Caress the ass gently in back of Bentleys
You thought she was pimpin
Son I was in the Hamptons
In a heart shaped hot tub
With the bitch flappin
I'm planning to take over New
York then start expanding
Was Bob Marley singing about teks
When he sung "I'm Jammin'?
Nigga fuck with my cash and
I'll blast yo' ass
Snatch the Glock out the stash
In the dash in mash
Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past
If you survive the shots I'ma find yo' ass
Put the gat to your head and remind your ass
I ain't playin' with you
I want my money motherfucker
Yo, some nigga just shot the block up dog
Word?
He had the same shit you got on dog, word?
I know you done did it so
Get the fuck up outta hear, ya heard?
I run with niggas that'll spray and
Strip and stay there shit
You won't let us pump on your block, fuck it
We makin it hot
I'm that nigga that call the shots
With the iced out watch
From the cordless cell phone in
A baby blue drop
I got a lot of hungry niggas
With me straight from the street
These industry niggas are startin' to
Look like something to eat
They got watches on they wrist
That cost like 60 thousand
My niggas living on section
Eight in public housing
They'll murder you and keep the shit
Low cause niggas heard of you
Them b-more niggas is rowdy rowdy
Them Detroit niggas is bout it bout it
If they say they gonna kill ya
Nigga don't you doubt it
Got your gun well don't leave home without it
Yo, your man could have ran when
I robbed him but he froze
Son I ain't even rock him to sleep
The nigga dozed
The bitch could have helped you get rich
But she chose now you heart broke
That's what you get for lovin' them hoes
An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete
It's like a stickup kid
Runnin round without no heat
It's like a fifth with no kick
A fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit
A bad bitch that won't blow dick
It's like a rollie with no ice
A gamblin' spot with no dice
Like fuckin' supermodel bitches and
Not bustin' off twice
I murder any mic device, for the right price
I'm nice
I only say things once, never twice
Don't fuck with me
And just push your wig back
I bet niggas will stand around
Sayin' "Damn who did that?"
I'm the type nigga to dare
You to touch the jack
I'm the type to borrow your gat
Then won't give the shit back
Im F to the I - F T - Y - C - E - N - T
Caress the ass gently in back of Bentleys
You thought she was pimpin
Son I was in the Hamptons
In a heart shaped hot tub
With the bitch flappin
I'm planning to take over New
York then start expanding
Was Bob Marley singing about teks
When he sung "I'm Jammin'?
Nigga fuck with my cash and
I'll blast yo' ass
Snatch the Glock out the stash
In the dash in mash
Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past
If you survive the shots I'ma find yo' ass
Put the gat to your head and remind your ass
I ain't playin' with you
I want my money motherfucker
Yo, some nigga just shot the block up dog
Word?
He had the same shit you got on dog, word?
I know you done did it so
Get the fuck up outta hear, ya heard?
I run with niggas that'll spray and
Strip and stay there shit
You won't let us pump on your block, fuck it
We makin it hot
I'm that nigga that call the shots
With the iced out watch
From the cordless cell phone in
A baby blue drop
I got a lot of hungry niggas
With me straight from the street
These industry niggas are startin' to
Look like something to eat
They got watches on they wrist
That cost like 60 thousand
My niggas living on section
Eight in public housing
They'll murder you and keep the shit
Low cause niggas heard of you
Them b-more niggas is rowdy rowdy
Them Detroit niggas is bout it bout it
If they say they gonna kill ya
Nigga don't you doubt it
Got your gun well don't leave home without it
Yo, your man could have ran when
I robbed him but he froze
Son I ain't even rock him to sleep
The nigga dozed
The bitch could have helped you get rich
But she chose now you heart broke
That's what you get for lovin' them hoes
An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete
It's like a stickup kid
Runnin round without no heat
It's like a fifth with no kick
A fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit
A bad bitch that won't blow dick
It's like a rollie with no ice
A gamblin' spot with no dice
Like fuckin' supermodel bitches and
Not bustin' off twice
I murder any mic device, for the right price
I'm nice
I only say things once, never twice
Don't fuck with me