Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks - Another 70 Bars (I'm Back) songtekst
Je score:
Yeahhh I'm Back It's your nigga BANKS 30 deep or on own your still a victim 5 niggas with me then we goin jena 6 em Next time don't speak without permission You kno your livin like you're on television Tell 'em why you mad at me Cause your bread gone had to be That to me is a allergy Look at my neck that's salary And don't take battery to turn you to a casualty Don't take a astron out tha squeeze Leave a New York weather for a tropic breeze He's all about G's, G's turn to M's, M's turn to V's V's turn corners into P's please you see me hurt'm ain't a question Kicks all on that nigga David Beckham Punchline overflow over the limit in the Rover low It move betta over snow I'll make it rain so long that my shoulder go Only 25 but them ply like I'm older though Nigga, who you think they imitate? Nothin but food on my dinna plate Watch how I demonstrate I'm still ridin' dirty though, glocks on the interstate Roll the window down let the audi eight ventilate Don't go bringin drama on ta him You'll get knock off like Obama if he wins My skins is like the bottom of my timbs Alligator print when I walk I limp You niggas playin fire in the dark Don't play with gang green you'll lose a part A toe, couple, a foot, a fuckin leg, a arm, a head, all over what the fucker said Cool; n calm, I palm, nothin' but the bread, oops, a lying the lahm n su'm red Da toughest, Da flyest, Da coolest No "yes men" around here just shooters Look I'm Unit til' I die It travel through my veins til' my blood run dry If a nigga did somethin he can't look u in the eye He must got a chip, give him a cookie on the side Get high if you with though Yea My 4's are 54's You can't see me on your tippie toes I'm shinin' dinin' lighter than a hippie's clothes I dream matchin lamb's I gotta get me those I got platinum hands and I'm picky so Don't step to me with your titties low I'm saggin cause I'm movin with the magnum I do it for murda they threw 25 at him I do it for seth he took 20 more than that A matter fact for my nigga that's neva comin back I'm north always and I'm fly like photo day Old head I don't show no gray I ain't puttin' up shit let the promoter pay If not kids dropped on his shoulder blade It's the end of waiting you've been having But I've been having my own that's why I've been dragging On tha road to the riches the custom made 6's Straight bar strippas and my hotel slippas Don Perrion and moe sippas Friends, cousins, I even bone sistas on christmas shit it was parta her wishlist I act no harder to live with Loyalty is goin extinct These lil' half-brain niggas don't kno how to think I think ain't slowin down my weed bowl in the sink My eyes match with light, light go with the mink Yeah You know just warming up 2 G's up ch ch you know Stupid Thanks to Blaze for these lyrics