Lyrics:
who want it 'round here, right?
I just swerve around, swerve around it
Let me guess, aye, you up next, you the best
Why? Wanna give me props 'cause you
[Pre-Hook:]
Lion movin in the back
I will never switch off
„Can you pls take it back“
[Hook:]
We gon we gon take it over
Talk talk it im focused
We
the city
Took her to Nobu
Calendar model, wanna date date date
Get her heart broke by the HBK
Spend in the mall like a damn Beyblade
You on the sideline,
the city
Took her to Nobu
Calendar model, wanna date date date
Get her heart broke by the HBK
Spend in the mall like a damn Beyblade
You on the sideline,
Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee
Permanent ink blots undrunk from velly poo scotts
All you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch
when he sought the Presidency."
SENATOR DAN QUAYLE (Vice Presidential candidate)
"Senator, you're no Jack Kennedy."
(SENATOR LLOYD BENTSEN of Texas
I'm bumpin' Elzhi
We out here winnin and you keep them L's high
From LA to Tenafly get vilified by the iller guy
My crew's liver, the summa cum
[Lloyd Banks]
I need the cake nigga
G-Unit dont play
we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun
50 got the mack
Spida got the streeper
and u bound
of pressure and pain
I thought it would change
But its stayin' the same
[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]
How many of them boys is with ya
When you had that little TV
I done been around the world, and I finally found ya
Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Baby you've got
the Queen looks pretty in pink
These other MC’s are skint
I’m looking at black BM limousine tint
'Cause I don’t want nobody to see me
Unless I’m on TV
Yo, you
Fall Back, I'm tryna breathe and you killing me
Fall Back, I understand that you feeling me
I ain't gotta attitude but I'ma flip if you don't give me
to move along
Long days Cold night
Tell me what you want from
180 degrees like you turned your whole back on me
I try put you
You were fucking up my salary
spot
Lose your dress, want me to stop? (no)
Stop (no)
Listen shorty, shut up, sit back, and let me do my thing I'm
Gonna touch ya
I'm gonna make
to shoulder, side by side
The weight wasn't the world on our shoulders
It sure wasn't to get a degree
Was getting the girl you'd get over
And that boss fight we
Yeah, we really get that load we want ten for it (go)
Yeah, we hopping out that bank and I ain't talking Lloyd (hmm)
All my diamonds really hit and you
Welcome back to the March of
Dimes and the times man
You got your boy Lil B in the house
Chance The Rapper (IGH)
Keepin' it amazing, keepin' it
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my long Bentely
shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me
lately I’ve been practicing my gas face
cause
want my name on the blacklist
earths axis, cracked with so much force
when I was born it was torn from the back of Atlas
I smash this track with mjolner
resign
Ah, let my ears just be kissed by the bell
Of silent bliss where you dwell
Ah, let my wandering wounds taste your well
And all that I want to do
Is
This song is a derivative of Child Ballad 44, with a tune by
A. L. Lloyd. It was recorded by John Roberts & Tony Barrand on
Dark Ships in the Forest,
[Talkin: Lloyd]
Yo do you love me yes but do you trust me a course
I do baby cause uh I wanna try something
With you that I never tried with anyone
lurk
Blood on my hands, I'm killing this verse
Pass it to Lloyd that nigga goin work
Watch how you step, right foot left
When you thinking of approaching
Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee
Permanent ink blots undrunk from velly poo scotts
All you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch
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