| Lloyd Banks lyrics
2004 Warmup lyrics
Ey yo whatsup you know who the fuck this is
It’s the kid Banks ya heard me?
The number 1 fuckin Draft Pick in any hood! G-G-G-G-UNIT!!!
Look Banks bout the bubble like crush grapes
I don’t give a fuck wait but bring me my cut laid in this ducktape
My heart’s colder than upstate
So I aint got time for relationships give me a slut gate
I’m far from sweet but can’t get enough cake
Nigga I put you on your ass like tough breaks
Bitch you be rich If you can spend babies I disrespect niggas call men ladies
Round from the gun sound like M-80’s
Timbs all year Black Brown and Gravy
Banks got a Gun to the back down and navy so if you owe me get smacked down and pay
me
I'm honest it aint no loss
Nigga I don’t even need in restaurants if it aint no froz
I throw combos Six fo’s and Five’s
And put your hand out if it aint for a five
These rap niggas following me like tour guides
Talking gangsta like they got more lobs
I pound out pussy leave her with sore thighs
Nigga I been fuckin with tits with before eyes
You might see me in the shit that store hots
I don’t care I punch niggas with four Oz
Every Bar takes away a little more bright
I got something from Big Small and tour Guys
We might pull up and Big Small in tour rides
Might pull up and put up a bullet in your ride
Niggas want it with Banks even the whores tried
I put something in your gut through your door slide
For the talks I never fall in Love
With them clothes I’m Ghetto Timbaland Bubblegum Sauce
I done seen girls turning to Doubledumb hoes
Then they get pregnant another one grows
Haters must runnin see the brother gun blow get at me the kid with the number 1 flow
If it’s one on one hoe sit back and blow me and argue over my balls like Shaq and
Kobe
Yeah I know me relax twist back the drowie Yack and moley fuck around and yack your
roley
I don’t want problems if your give me death to show me
Nuthin but cocklovers runnin with Axel Foley
I ain't got no aim but to slop you sprayers
Hittin up the wall more than hockey players
Niggas thought I was sleep
And jock me later get your own shit
Why you wanna copy hater?
I’m a big dog you a puppy child
Hoes wanna fuck me now
'Cuz they hear my name like the Puffy trial
That nigga got a bad temper plus he foul Blowin dro hand pic form my pluffy spell
Yeah, here we go!
That wasn’t ignorant I’m just playin’
Other Lloyd Banks lyrics:
On Fire (feat. 50cent) lyrics
Ain't No Click (feat. Tony Yayo) lyrics
Die One Day lyrics
I Get High (feat. 50 Cent, Snoop Dogg) lyrics
I'm So Fly lyrics
If You So Gangsta lyrics
Karma lyrics
On Fire lyrics
Smile lyrics
Warrior lyrics
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