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Lloyd Banks
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The Pulse
Still don't nothing move but the mula, A-Bomb (er) with my timer Share my views with the jeweler Gym star, cut off your tubes, who wanna scuba Dive in these water, piranha'll chew through ya Might chase straight to the lamb, skip the scooter 'Boogie' Nights' days, Hood in my hand iliftin' Buddha Just a light phase, loner in this world you can all freeze Beat it with yo' small keys, I leave em when I cross seas Stylin saying what I want, I got the right to I hear the talk, but bet that money comin' in a cycle Smack a hater with my off hand, cold as an orphan Kill me, you gotta kill the niggas holdin' up my coffin And I'm flossing, Ain't no trappin me, wide as abortions Get up off him, and realize that we just talking In my truck Benz, Camera Park lens with the stock rims Hit the pedal with my dark timbs, make the car spin We ain't never had shit so everyday a holiday Holdin' like a Brink truck, change like I got away Fuck em all all night, but they don't get the time of day Big ol' diamonds out to play, kill em, I'm behind the K Talent & a dream, I'm a will of the come 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Don't care where they from, None em niggas iller then son I'm peeling for fun, Rapping sour feeling in some They dealing with crumbs, my cult followings in the slums I ain't a breath of fresh air, I'm a hammer to the solar plex Holding up the city, damn I need a shoulder stretch Brick full of gold already, working on the boulder next They awesome when they talking, Bin Laden when it happened I'm swagging, big body draggin' through Manhattan Yeah I'm independent but I'm living like I'm platinum What happened? Your paper fabricating through your rapping And I money bag draggin', player, hater, grab aspirin You slacking, here's a heat streak you've never seen Heating adds fuel to the fire, fool you the kerosene Needle in my body, I'm forever Queens Ghetto nigga, truth filled boots in my leather Queen Heading green and meddling, my cheddar scream Loud as a rape victim, I'm picking off your petty team My style a loaded magazine, infrareded beam Lean, just a lil to the left, let' er check my fresh!
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