I may be rotten to the core
And stop me if you think I am
A kid in a candy store
The same as any dirty old man
I know I¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯m not the first to see
I guarantee I¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯m not the last
So take some good advice from me
Just try it once before you ask
I hear an enticing voice
(Live it up, live it up, do it now, boy)
I don¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯t like the other choice
(Live it up, live it up)
What¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯s wrong with that
What¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯s wrong with the fountain of youth
What¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯s wrong with that
What¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯s wrong with a little self delusion
Who you think is foolin¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯ who
And who will be the last to laugh
Here¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯s another lame excuse
You¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯re old enough to be her dad
I¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯ve heard all the reasons why
(Give it up, give it up, take a powder)
I turn them my blindest eye
(Give it up, give it up)
What¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯s wrong with that
What¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯s wrong with the fountain of youth
What¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯s wrong with that
What¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯s wrong with a little self delusion
What¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯s wrong with that
What¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯s wrong with a flower in bloom
What¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯s wrong with that
What¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯s wrong with a little self delusion
Days don¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯t hide secrets of the heart
Only you and I do
Little white lies rip you right apart
And any way they want to
Life goes by, done before you start
I can¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯t wait around to satisfy you
Chorus out[50 Cent]
What y'all know about this fab shit, huh?
TE baby come on, uh-huh Trackmasters uh-huh
Look we can shop together mama, his and hers
Fifth Av. shit baby, Fendi furs
I ain't tight with the chips girl
I'm down to splurge
If it's ice you like I'll light up your life (Ooh)
VS2 Clarity alright
I play the block I ain't the type to punch your clock
I'm the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop
I live life in the fast lane
I make a grove of hash
Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass
It's like she loves me, she loves me not
Cause her friends pump her head hull of bullshit alot
I gave jewels I imported for her
Chanel bags I bought from boosters
To the hood I introduced her
She feisty and sometimes she wanna fight me
People saying if I get knocked she ain't gon write me
The sick part is all that bullshit excites me
1 - [Destiny's Child]
A thug's what I want
A thug's what I need
Even though my friends don't seem to see
That he lace me with money
He knows when I want it
And I'm never gonna leave my baby
My thugged out no good baby
[50 Cent]
Ay yo I treat you like you need to be treated like you're special
Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you
When I met you it was Guess and Gap
Now it's Gucci and Prada
Took you from being a nine to being a dime
You complain that we don't spend time
When I'm OT on the grind going hard for mine
Yo when shorty say she hate me
You know she mean she love me
When she play me close at the bar
That mean she want some Bubbly
See my polying with another chick and shit get ugly
She wanna flip threaten to run keys across my whip
Try to burn a nigga with some Hominy Briss
That's how she on it
When I met her she was lowkey
Now she wanna OD
You know me I let her do her thing son
I say what I'm feeling
Niggas say that I'm illing
I sip Cri