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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 |