- Votes:
- Composers:
- Pranam Injeti
- Curtis Jackson
- Robert Kelly
- Khalil Abdul Rahman
 
- Tags:
- rap
 
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50 Cent - Could've Been You lyrics
Yeah, 50
I gave her books to read, fed her mind with knowledge
 Gave her street smarts, shit, you can't get in college
 She's a reflection of me 'til you know she the shit
 If I'm a star, she a star, If I'm rich she rich
That's my dog
 I tell her stay she wanna go, I tell her go she wanna stay
 That's my dog, you a bitch
 Don't usually mean nothin' to me, that's right
But that's my dog
 I go left, she go right, I go up, she go down
 She couldn't listen that, she ain't around
 So ungrateful, screamin' I hate you
 She must got amnesia, bitch I made you
Now, just think, just think that could've been you
 Just think, that should've been you
 Yeah, with me, I share the world with you
 But you ain't ride with a rider so I ain't fuckin' with you
Say, say, say girl, come here
 No, you, no, her, yeah, you, go
 The reason you didn't get picked
 Because you got your nose up your ass like you're smellin' your shit
But tonight you met your match
 'Cause I be smellin' my shit too, now how you like that?
 You could've had this dude and anything you choose
 And now girl you lose 'cause I ain't fuckin' with you
Could've been you
 Shoppin' sprees, drop top hair blowin' in the wind
 Could've been you
 Livin' lavish instead it's your girlfriend
 But you trippin' while we sippin' in the back of the club, big tippin'
Some say it hurts when you supposed to win, then you lose
 You were supposed to be sure, baby you was confused
 I had a thang for you, I had a ring for you50 Cent - Could've Been You - http://motolyrics.com/50-cent/couldve-been-you-lyrics.html
 House, cars, kids and a pet and name for you
Pussycat told you I make it, you ain't believe
 I guess 'cause comin' up was hard, it was easy to leave
 Now think about it maybe I'm right maybe I'm wrong
 Either way shorty, life goes on
When you around, my smile's a grin, my thoughts are a sin
 You ask me can we try again, I ain't fuckin' witchu
 It's on, the club jumpin', I'm tryna get my liquor and
 You wanna suck the dick again, I'm starin' at your thicker friends
I guess I'm like Will Smith in 'Pursuit of Happiness'
 In my hood, we all hustle and in pursuit of the same shit
Now just think, just think that could've been you
 Now just think that should've been you
 With me I share the world witchu
 But you ain't ride with a rider, so I ain't fuckin' witchu
Say, say, say girl, come here
 No, you, no, her, yeah, you, go
 The reason you didn't get picked
 Because you got your nose up your ass like you're smellin' your shit
But tonight you met your match
 'Cause I be smellin' my shit too now how you like that?
 You could've had this dude and anything you choose
 And now girl you lose 'cause I ain't fuckin' with you
Could've been you
 Shoppin' sprees, drop top hair blowin' in the wind
 Could've been you
 Livin' lavish instead it's your girlfriend
And it ain't no other way to put it except
 I know you understand it girl, it's so
 But you see us in the back of the club
 Poppin' bottles and it could've been you, but nope
Said it could've been, could've been you, yeah
 Said it could've been, it could've been you
















