Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks - The Sprint lyrics
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Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh Had the game how I run it Had been bowling all week Set them high ever and my flow sick This are stories for a honey gotta give me four feet Fifth and four rounds, bout to make a gym go sweet Chocolate eye candy gotta pick up all sweet Tag contract can't keep these bitches off me I rap scary, Marry marry me we a couple You strap really keep your family with a louie duffle Ain't too many of my level only knew a couple Play swag and fly steady when you the buckle We eat like the mob you on a tuna struggle I left a piece of it Less talk, let's do the puzzle Hey yeah I got to shot somebody I got the bad girls flocking me ass Dropping and poppin' marty The king is down, you an impostor bummy Champagne impostor on a block are on me It ain't no stopping mommy, and know I'm single still Kingdom on the hill got a fleet over hills My flows on pills, red beams with the cells Beaming up, gotta clear my head just to chill Borrow some movies sex scene I see the film Fill a filthy mouth with that ass on the couch Ceremony I'm ridin' leather chromey You hoes will never know me Think I'm doing better alone me Big will, no pockey, no type like Grenoble Blowing out the pitchers stones block out the rolley Honey gotta fed her so her feast is all spits Stuck my fingers in her pussy made her taste her own shit I ain't got a wool a bottle fill you wanna dry yeah You are all clear, living a hundred on my eye real Die real, use your might here, right in Times Square Bomb scare, kicking it in my eastern around here My heart is all black, body all hacked While they hold flash, party mob slash Martyr grown, hard speaker, Now the language always in the foreign corner Cardiac, I'm an A team, if I appear gotta be by year I swear, I catch her favourite rapper tryin' to sprint back here Will be a neck game like a sprint I swear When another niggers fade I'ma be right here I'm looking at the nigger in the mirror on my single to be clearer And this hard as ass driller, I'm just bringing you the thriller Menage avec the swiller, hope the others even realer It's only bedroom, and the IR when I drill her High likes like the Eiffel I know it clips Everything you take her back stick to V6 You goons already lose let's make it happen Been cashing here the fattest ass Hear a nigga clapping I'm always getting it, this time I'll over get it So all then hold the blizzard, throw of the pivot My flow's frigid, yeah it's my frozen style Big spinning balls like the golden child They say they want to eat, neck down they flee Chill one day, 6 times in a week Creep, I see my haters at the crossroads No heart, got bitches stripping on the north pole Cold