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letra de luv witch ya boy - lloyd banks

[ron browz – intro]
ether boy
lloyd banks
g-unit

[lloyd banks – verse 1]
now we bubbling on my way in out of dublin
player hating don’t trouble him, make me happy if they wasn’t
cousin, i ain’t sweating nothing, i be million-dollar stunting
and my reputation buzzin, so your brand new lady love him
push and hug him by the dozen, smoking sour by the hour
kush bundle by the onion, you can hear my car coming
hood humming, trunk drumming, dumbing
up and down the block top dropped, no fronting
drama, get the lama, cook a n-gga benihana
i’m a jewelry, bentley driver, on the beauty queen’s saliva
i don’t bend, i don’t bother, ought to whoop you like your father
you’re kind of hype, but won’t matter when in front of the revolver
i’m ’bout a dollar with my cup up in the zone
watch turn my swag on, spray my f-ck-a-hoe-cologne
’bout a couple hours in i bet he drunk the whole patron
a n-gga jump outside the line i’ll dump him right back on his bones
grew up where it’s harder but the struggle made me smarter
charting planes back and forth, and i get high as vince carter
ain’t n0body got to gas me, i don’t need a n-gga charger
got my own f-cking battery and casualty your honor
i’m from a corner that’ll take a toll on you
when the heat hit it feel like you got a stove on you
if you ain’t talking money then you ain’t talking to me
drip swag til my swag on e, parking the v

[ron browz: hook]
girls from new york they in love with your boy
girls from la they in love with your boy
girl from miami they in love with your boy
girls from va they in love with your boy
we in the club all night come f-ck with your boy
we in the club all night come f-ck with your boy
we in the club all night come f-ck with your boy
we in the club all night come f-ck with your boy

[ron browz: verse 2]
you can stop the boy from spitting but my jewelry still dripping
like curley i’m pimpin, you’ll never catch me slipping
keep chicks stripping, and they play their position
you get found in the water they’ll say that you was fishing
i do it for my n-gga caddy p, he did a bid in
because when he was home he did motherf-cking thi-dang
we all played the g-dame, y’all n-ggas clique ain’t
beefing ain’t beefing if it’s beefing with t-pain
mill on the neck, y’all n-ggas doomed
i’m sh-tting, the diamonds is the same color as prunes
i’m out in cancun, chicks in all the rooms
i’ve been getting b-tches before autotune
i’m popular, y’all know i’m popular
put her in the back of the truck i let her top it off
workers to chop it up, now the jews chop it up
if ain’t seven figures n-gga, i don’t want to chop it up

[lloyd banks – bridge]
this is for the rich from poor
weed spot and the liquor store
mind your business or, them hot things will hit your door
this just what you been looking for… raw!

- lloyd banks

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