โหลดเพลง mp3 70 Bars ((Explicit)) - Lloyd Banks

70 Bars ((Explicit)) - Lloyd Banks
The name's Banks oh

The boy wonder man oh

Stack and a rubber band yeah

Gat in the other hand
Yeah
These lil niggas don't move me
Go watch a movie
I'm too smooth
White prada shoes with the dooey
I spin ya f**kin' neck
When I speed the through
The ceilin is see through all you
Top billin off of me too me too
You might as well give ya money to me shorty
Oh can't dance in the strip club when your 40
Come here I show you
How to get it if you with it
If you let me I can teach you
How to take it to the top
With a bottle of Cris lady
You'll be naked on the spot
Gassed up from the conversation in the drop
It won't be gifts or vacation to the trop's
This hard dick bubble gum
Stake him in the pots my name is Bunks
I got a brand new semi out the box
Just in case a n***a think he smooth enuff to sneak in
You'll be one eyed shorter from the slaughter
And I'll be on the yacht round water out in Florida
F**k the drama wassup ya hammers in the truck
U butt so chill
Or ima have to f**k you up for real haha
Cristal bottle in ya grill ill

You'll be in ground before glass teeth and blood spill
They all know I'm a threat hoppin out the Lex
I got a b**ch for every letter in the alphabet
Like Aron and Brandy Cary and Donna aha
Erica and Felicia I nicknamed her Gabbana
Light skinned Heather
I met her around the way aha
And there's a few names that I ain't suppose to say
Wa so ima skip to J 'cause Jasmine and Jeniffer
Jaw bone in Jessica come runs by the messenger
They all know when it come to the hoes
I get 'em down and they on under clothes
In them bundlelobes
Nah I don't need an umbrella the car come with those
Thank you
And to get one of those you'll need 100 shows
I'm all summer froze so the gun exposed
Ill gun butt ya f**ker heres a bloody nose
Yeah that was yo b**ch but the dummy chose chose
Yeah I'm grimy as f**k you got to love it tho
Shorty caught feelings after I stroked her so what
Take a picture write a book call Oprah blow up
You'll find a ice pic in a flow
With a coke colored coupe white whip in the snow yeah
Me and the bread bandin like a pimp and a hoe
Like smoker or the pipe like the coke on the phypes
I don't continue nothin' I'm the stroker her on the night
On the sofa or the floor hoe chokin off the mic
Like Banks I don't usually do well they usually do
And they'll all learn to like it
You get used to it too
Niggas starin' at my chain 'cause it use to be blue
But I changed like you deuce deuce in his shoe
I'm on kush cranberry juice goose
And I'm through
Then it's back to the mansion to do what I do
I'm back n***a this is part 2
The hunger for more money I'm right at ya door dummy
Pops bottles up n***a I'm by the buck
Don't look at the Ferrari you can't even buy the truck
Ya boy fresh out the hood and he hot as f**k yeah
On a hunt for the cheese keep ya ricatta tucked
They on that plottin sh*t right in the lobby sh*t
Run up in my yard and run around with the shoddy sh*t
Family members identified in a body sh*t
'Cause it been so long that John Gotti sh*t
I'm in the 2 0 0 Maserati whip
Concrete colored Mclaren
It's a hobby sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t