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letra de it blows my mind - lloyd banks

banks bout to bubble like crushed grapes, i don’t give a f-ck
wait but bring me my cut laid in his duck tape
my heart’s colder than upstate
so i ain’t got time for relationships gimme a sl-t date
i’m far from sweet but can’t get enough cake
n-gg- i’ll put you on your -ss like tough breaks
b-tch you’d be rich if you could spend babies
i disrespect n-gg-s call men ladies
where i’m from the gun sound like m-80’s
timbs all year black brown and gravy
banks got a gun that’ll back down the navy
so if you owe me, could smack down and pay me
i’m honest it ain’t no lies
n-gg- i don’t even eat in restaurants if it ain’t no fries
i throw combos 6 4’s and 5’s
don’t put your hand out if it ain’t 4 or 5
these rap n-gg-s following me like tour guides
talk gangsta like they got more lives
i pound out p-ssy leave em with sore thighs
n-gg- i been f-cking with t-ts before eyes
you might see me in the sh-t the store hides
i don’t care i’ll punch n-gg-s with 4 eyes
every bar takes away a lil more pride
i got something for big small and tall guys
we might pull up in big small or tall rides
we might pull up and put a bullet in your ride
n-gg-s want it with banks even the horse tried
i put something in your gut through your door slide
f-ck a tux i never fall in love with dem clothes
i’m ghetto timbalands bubble gum soles
i dun seen girls turn to double dumb hoes
then they get pregnant anotha one grows
haters must want to see a brother gun blow
get at me the kid with the numba one flow
if it’s more than one hoe sit back and blow me
and argue over my b-lls like shaq and kobe
ya’ll know me relax twist back the droey
yac and moey f-ck around and jack ya roley
ya’ll don’t want problems so ya give me that to show me
nothing but cop levels running round with axe a foley
ya’ll ain’t got no aim bunch of sloppy sprayers
hitting up the wall more than hockey players
n-gg-s thought i was sweet but jock me later
get your own sh-t why you wanna copy hater
i’m a big dog you puppy chow
hoes wanna f-ck me now
cus they hear my name like the puffy trial
that n-gg- got a bad temper plus he foul
blowing dro hand picked from a pluffy spile

- lloyd banks

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