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Groupie luv by G-Unit  

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Groupie luv 50 Cent]

Yeah, G-Unit, Haha.

I've been so many places
I've seen so many faces
Girl you look like someone that I done f**ked before
I've been around the world
I've met all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done f**ked on tour (Uh huh)
(Getting paper things change) I'm rich b**ch
(You done heard of my name) 50 Cent b**ch
(I'm a P.I.M.P.) I'm a pimp b**ch
(You done heard of me) Cause I'm the sh*t
???? At first they didn't want they want me
See a nigga gettin' paid they want push 'n pull me
You see these ho's chasin' a nigga
I have them in the hotel chasin'' a nigga
50 like a lolipop lick me baby
Then lick Dr. Dre and Shady
Oh!

[Chorus]

Groupie love,
Gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P.
When ho's around me
Man they give me that groupie love
Come gimmie gimmie gimmie that groupie love
Come gimmie gimmie gimmie that groupie love
Tonight you wanna f**k wit me
It's alright wit me
Come on and give me that groupie love.

[Tony Yayo]

Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick
Thats the reason these groupies is on my dick
Listen young and old these ho's is loose
Wintertime the staircase summertimes the roof
Give me eight days in the eighth homie I'm straight
Have a church girl on the bus moving weight
I got birds backstage thats serious eye candy
I've got birds in the hood so I'm into birds with bambi
My writing methods got me more ho's than Tyson Meth
The icy necklace on the tour butt ass naked
When I say jump b**ch say how high
And flag down a car when the sh*t drive by
I'm a pimp like pretty tone
I got the info on pretty chrome
f**kin' ho's off fiddy's phone
My name more weight you barley known
You on that R Kelly sh*t your b**ch is barley grown
(Yeah!)

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G G-UNIT!

[Lloyd Banks]

Shorty ain't feeling me
Shorty must like girls (like girls)
Cause I'm all the man in your world
b**ch I can make you famous
You don't know what your missing
I can change your mind if you listen
If the b**ch don't like me the b**ch must not like men
I say what I want because I can
If I didn't I'd be a liar
Remind me I'm on fire
Come ride with a rider
I travel so you might catch the king with a singer
But touching my door bell is the only way I put a ring on your finger
Give me a car rolling two cups and I'm in bedroom
f**king up your seats like the Coo Clucks Clan
I shook hands with my fans to f**k em'
And I'm always tryin' to duck em'
So I can climb into somethin'
My name is B-A-N-K-S dollar sign b**ch
I'm a bentley to make that switch
Come and give me that.

[Chorus]

Groupie love, I love that sh*t
Hoooooooooooooo
Groupies come and groupies go
And they always at a show
So I always grab me the tightest one
And proceed to the slraight to the mall
She so much tighter that she's here with me
That she feel's she should pay a fee
I did not disagree so she dropped down to her knees
Groupie love, yeah.
Uh huh, groupie love, yeah.
Uh huh, groupie love, yeah.



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