Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come & Go, artist - 50 Cent.
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Come & Go |
I make 'em move |
I make 'em move |
I make it hot up in here |
Look around, see what we got up in here |
Bring 'em in, kick 'em out, bring 'em in, kick 'em out |
Bring 'em in, you ain’t freakin we ain’t speakin bitch |
Bring 'em in, kick 'em out, bring 'em in, kick 'em out |
Bring 'em in, it’s Dr. Dre, 50 Cent trick |
They said we couldn’t do it, look now, I did it I topped «In Da Club,"I'm still sippin the bubb' |
The drama I’m widdit, I get biz, you get it I breezed on that shiddit, I split your widdig |
That’s why a nigga bit it, I can’t forget it I said I didn’t do it, witnesses said I did it |
I’m fresh out on bail, my Benz is all kitted |
Five TV’s, my rims is so siddick |
I cruise through your bitch and just fall in love with it Baby come in — girl I wanna give it to you |
Once I’m in — in sum, I’m a freak with it Money come quiddick, hot shit I spit it G-Unit kitted, blue New York fitted |
Shorty wanna cut, oh yeah, I’m with it She come to my hotel room, she know she gon’get it It’s exercise, my homey he been waitin |
He next to ride |
People always talkin 'bout |
My reputation~! |
I don’t love 'em, I don’t need 'em |
I don’t love 'em, I don’t need 'em, I don’t love 'em |
I don’t care, what she do, with him |
It’s all good with me Soo-oooh-ooooooooh |
Yeah |
They can’t do it how I do it, I’m #1, I knew it I thug, do my thang, and gangsters bop to it It’s hit after hit, damn I’m on the road |
I’m like James Brown now, man I got soul |
Naw I ain’t a pimp but HELL YEAH I got hoes |
I was born due to this, when I breathe I make a killin |
You think I’m bullshittin, my money touchin the ceiling |
Can’t buy condos, I’m buyin the building |
I’m pissin the wrong women, R. Kelly do it to children |
You bet against me boy, I’ma hurt your feelings |
Cause over and over I’ma keep on winnin |
My Rolls Royce tinted, your Phantom rented |
That’s why we never ever ever see you in the hood with it Man e’rybody know, like e’rywhere I go When 50 in the club shit just go out of control |
You can blame it on Em, or blame it on Dre; |
okay~! |