Lloyd Banks

Lloyd Banks - 70 Bars lyrics

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The Name's Banks! The Boy Wonder Man

Stack And A Rubber Band, Gat In The Other Hand



[Lloyd Banks:]

These Lil Niggas Dont Move Me, Go Watch A Movie

Im Too Smooth, White Prada Shoes With The Dooey

I Spin Ya Fuckin Neck When I Speed The Thru

The Ceilin Is See-Thru, All You Top Billin Off Of Me Too

You Might As Well Give Ya Money To Me Shorty

Cant Dance In The Strip Club When Your 40

Come Here, I Show You How To Get It If You With It

If You Let Me I Can Teach You How To Take It To The Top

With A Bottle Of Cris Lady Youll Be Naked On The Spot

Gassed Up From The Conversation In The Drop

It Wont Be Gifts Or Vacation To The Trop's

This Hard Dick Bubble Gum Stake Him In The Pots

I Got A Brand New Semi Out The Box

Just In Case A Nigga Think He Smooth Enuff To Sneak In

Youll Be One Eyed Shorter From The Slaughter

And Ill Be On The Yacht Round Water Out In Florida

Fuck The Drama Wassup, Ya Hammers In The Truck

U Butt, So Chill Or Ima Have To Fuck You Up For Real

Cristal Bottle In Ya Grill, Ill

Youll Be In Ground Before Glass Teeth And Blood Spill

They All Know Im A Threat Hoppin Out The Lex

I Got A Bitch For Every Letter In The Alphabet

Like Aron And Brandy, Cary And Donna

Erica And Felicia I Nicknamed Her Gabbana

Light Skinned Heather I Met Her Around The Way

And Theres A Few Names That I Aint Suppose To Say

So Ima Skip To J, Cuz Jasmine And Jeniffer

Jaw Bone In, Jessica Come Runs By The Messenger

They All Know When It Come To The Hoes 

I Get Em Down And They On Under Clothes, In Them Bundlelobes

Nah I Dont Need An Umbrella The Car Come With Those

And To Get One Of Those, Youll Need 100 Shows

Im All Summer Froze, So The Gun Exposed

Ill Gun Butt Ya Fucker, Heres A Bloody Nose

Yea That Was Yo Bitch, But The Dummy Chose

Yea Im Grimy As Fuck You Got To Love It Tho

Shorty Caught Feelings After I Stroked Her So What

Take A Picture Write A Book Call Oprah Blow Up"

Youll Find A Ice Pic In A Flow

With A Coke Colored Coupe White Whip In The Snow

Me And The Bread Bandin Like A Pimp And A Hoe

Like Smoker Or The Pipe Like The Coke On The Phypes 

I Dont Continue Nothin Im The Stroker Her On The Night

On The Sofa Or The Floor, Hoe Chokin Off The Mic

Like Banks I Dont Usually Do, Well They Usually Do

And Theyll All Learn To Like It You Get Used To It Too

Niggas Starin At My Chain Cuz It Use To Be Blue

But I Changed Like You, Deuce Deuce In His Shoe 

Im On Kush, Cranberry Juice Goose And Im Thru

Then Its Back To The Mansion To Do What I Do

Im Back Nigga, This Is Part 2

The Hunger For More Money Im Right At Ya Door Dummy

?? Pops Bottles Up, Nigga Im By The Buck

Dont Look At The Ferrari You Cant Even Buy The Truck

Ya Boy Fresh Out The Hood And He Hot As Fuck

On A Hunt For The Cheese, Keep Ya Ricatta Tucked

They On That Plottin Shit, Right In The Lobby Shit

Run Up In My Yard And Run Around With The Shoddy Shit

Family Members Identified In A Body Shit

Cuz It Been So Long, That John Gotti Shit

Im In The 2-0-0 Maserati Whip

Concrete Colored Mclaren Its A Hobby Shit



Hahah Aaahhhhhh!!!!! See You Niggas On Top Man
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