COME ON!
“5 AND BETTER”!
“RETURN… OF THE PLK”!
We heavy on the hydro, and heavy on the hip!
Speeding by I’m like Angaledy on my sh#t
‘0-8 Gallardo, man I hollow n#gg#s up
Bottle after bottle models follow in the truck! – What? Whooooooo!
The hood miss the champion, cause everybody dancing an’
These bi-polar n#gg#s keep talking until you answer them
Somebodies amping ’em! – I f#ck around and trample ’em
Squash ’em by accident, I’ll never shake your hand again!
Shopping off the manakin’ – dropping 20 grand again
Copping while they srcambling, I make it back gambling
Your girl look like a gremlin’ – and mine look like a dime on
Stilleto or a Timb’land – she’ll pop up on your mind! LLOYD BANK$!
Mind your own f#cking bidness don’t get nosey, it get hurt!
Burried holy in the dirt from a word over the chirp
I’m nothing like these other n#gg#s all my clothes fit
And I don’t walk around wearing bags like a chick!
n#gg#s talking birds, ain’t never seen A BRICK!
You either down or YOU NOT – ain’t no in between this shit. HAHA!
If you learn to be respectful I might let you clean the whip
And get nose bleed tickets to the show you f#cking prick. Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
And my cake bigger! – I’m a “718 n#gg#” Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
You a snake, n#gg#! – One foot over the gate, n#gg#!
Just wait n#gg#! – Cowards don’t last long, get blast on
Bloody face; all over the mask on, your #ss gone. DAMN!
Don’t come through here without your pass on they
Throwing “2 G’s Up” – so you ain’t got to ask ’em!
All these n#gg#s want nice things, Bentleys and Ranged out
Man, I ain’t seen Lupe with his board since he came out. MONEY WRONG!
I bet he traded that in for some wheels
Cause his ships change every couple years and they I’ll!
It might not be nessaccery, that’s just how I feel
n#gg# you don’t like me die slow – pop a pill!
You ain’t got a career, just cause you got a deal
Half of these n#gg#s told they’ll come out and never will
On the real! – These cupcake n#gg#s know the deal
My goons give out the wounds, you ain’t wanna feel!
We heavy on the dollars and heavy on the clips
Riding through Manhattan all black and on piff
All black Ferrari and I’m prob’ly with your b#tch
Nothing on my mind more than how to get rich!
We heavy on the hydro, and heavy on the hip!
Speeding by I’m like Angaledy on my sh#t
‘0-8 Gallardo, man I hollow n#gg#s up!
Bottle after bottle, models follow in the truck! – What?
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Lloyd Banks Lyrics – 718 n#gg#s