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    Candy Shop Lyrics



    Intro: 50 Cent
    Yeah...
    Uh huh
    So seductive

    Chorus:
    [50 Cent]
    I take you to the candy shop
    I'll let you lick the lollypop
    Go 'head girl, don't you stop
    Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
    [Olivia]
    I'll take you to the candy shop
    Boy one taste of what I got
    I'll have you spending all you got
    Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

    Verse 1: 50 Cent
    You can have it your way, how do you want it
    You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
    Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
    Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
    I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
    If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
    In the hotel or in the back of the rental
    On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
    Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
    Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
    Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
    Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
    I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
    After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
    I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
    I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)

    Chorus:
    [50 Cent]
    I take you to the candy shop
    I'll let you lick the lollypop
    Go 'head girl, don't you stop
    Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
    [Olivia]
    I'll take you to the candy shop
    Boy one taste of what I got
    I'll have you spending all you got
    Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

    Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia
    Girl what we do (what we do)
    And where we do (and where we do)
    The things we do (things we do)
    Are just between me and you (oh yeah)

    Verse 2: 50 Cent
    Give it to me baby, nice and slow
    Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
    You ain't never heard a sound like this before
    Cause I ain't never put it down like this
    Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
    It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
    Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
    Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
    I touch the right spot at the right time
    Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
    So seductive, you should see the way she wind
    Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
    As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
    Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
    All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
    And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone

    Chorus 2x:
    [50 Cent]
    I take you to the candy shop
    I'll let you lick the lollypop
    Go 'head girl, don't you stop
    Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
    [Olivia]
    I'll take you to the candy shop
    Boy one taste of what I got
    I'll have you spending all you got
    Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

     

     

    P.I.M.P. Lyrics




    (Chorus)
    I don't know what you heard about me
    But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
    No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
    That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
    (Repeat)

    (Verse 1)
    Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
    She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
    That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
    She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
    I spit a little G man, and my game got her
    A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
    Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
    I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
    She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
    She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
    I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
    I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
    I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
    Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
    Look baby this is simple, you can't see
    You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P

    (Chorus)

    (Verse 2)
    I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
    If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
    Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
    Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
    Come get money with me, if you curious to see
    how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
    Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
    From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
    Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
    We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
    We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
    If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
    I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
    If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
    That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
    I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH

    (Chorus)

    (Verse 3)
    I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
    I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
    I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
    She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
    I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
    Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
    Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
    You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
    Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
    Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
    Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
    The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
    Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
    Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
    Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
    Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK

    (Chorus)

    Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
    In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
    They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
    i aint gotta slow down for u to catch up, BITCH, hahaha yeah

     

     

    Many Men (Remix) feat. Berma Lyrics




    [50 Cent & Berma]
    Many men, wish death upon me
    Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
    I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
    And niggas trying to take my life away
    I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me
    My back on the wall, now you gon' see
    Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
    'Cause I'll come and take your life away
    Many men, many, many, many, many men
    Wish death upon me
    Lord I don't cry no more
    Don't look to the sky no more
    Have mercy on me
    Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head
    Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
    I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
    I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
    When I rhyme, something special happen every time
    I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
    I walk the block with the bundles
    I've been knocked on the humble
    Swing the ox when I rumble
    Show your ass what my gun do
    Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
    Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
    I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
    Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
    Many men, many, many, many, many men
    Wish death upon me
    Lord I don't cry no more
    Don't look to the sky no more
    Have mercy on me
    Have mercy on my soul
    Somewhere my heart turned cold
    Have mercy on many men
    Many, many, many, many men
    Wish death upon me
    [Berma]
    So many bitches don?t like me cuz I don?t
    gotta get on my knees to make a couple more G?s
    I left the hood so when you talk about me but
    I ain?t too far, to come back and lay your ass on the streets
    See, I don?t think they understand you can?t interrupt god?s plans
    So stop fucking wit me cuz Im not that type of bitch.
    So I'll fill your brain with every in this clip so stop fucking with me.
    (Rap)
    You betta watch what you say when you talk about me
    I ain?t fox, not kim, not eve. I?m fully capable of burn all three
    I?m a threat to this game, like a deadly disease
    I?m the reason why these broads is about to go bankrupt
    They coppin minx and jewels I was stacking the cake up
    I?m 19 now and I?m goin on 20 and I?ll be damned if
    Berma walks around wit her pockets empty
    I from the dark part of the ghetto
    I been through hunger Let?s pretend
    I?m death comin and I got your number.
    I put you in your grave where the good ones slumber
    Everybody in the hood knows I?m the new
    world wonder I?m a young chic doing it,
    shittin on haft these hoes.
    Everything I spit sounds so supernatural
    And broads wanna hate and I laugh at those
    Cuz Berma flip the script and turn
    around and clap a hoe
    [50 cent & Bermam]
    Many men, many, many, many, many men
    Wish death upon me
    Lord I don't cry no more
    Don't look to the sky no more
    Have mercy on me
    Have mercy on my soul
    Somewhere my heart turned cold
    Have mercy on many men
    Many, many, many, many men
    Wish death upon me




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