Lloyd Banks

Lloyd Banks

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  • Lloyd Banks Still Dre Pt. 2 Lyrics

           

    [Lloyd Banks:]
    I'm chillin' nigga
    Lloyd fuckin Banks nigga
    Ya'll know me
    You can't handle me

    [Verse: Lloyd Banks]
    I don't know why the fuck ya'll rappin' for
    To sound like Banks you got to practice more
    I done told ya'll before I'll crack ya jaw
    Yeah I'm shittin' what you think Exlax is for?
    Rub it up I don't like to hit the mattress raw
    It don't matter if you ghetto or a actress whore
    Why you actin' like you never been slapped before?
    You must ain't ever been slapped before
    We all stars and we all got gats to draw
    Cognac by the gallon and packs of raw
    I'm a turtle package you couldn't ask for more
    When my shit drop niggas 'gon attack the store
    I'm that raw
    You don't wanna see the tool kit
    I'll put chalk around ya head like a pool stick
    I have a new chick
    That'll make you drool quick
    I'm still sonin' niggas that I went to school with
    Niggas know I'm sick
    I ain't got to prove shit
    I'm a slick mouth nigga with a smooth lip
    'Bout to rule shit
    Thats right give it up
    Banks 'bout to live it up
    New house ribbon cut
    I don't give a fuck
    Only reason why I'm here is cause I deliver cuts
    I hit yours you don't wanna give ya liver up
    Break it down roll it up
    Light the brown bubble gum
    Drinkin' 'till I'm throwin' up
    Ya'll smokin' dro or what?
    I'm still growin' up
    Fuck all that forever shit
    Big drops is what I better get
    All leather shit
    While you on that pleather shit
    My niggas together thick
    Game, I'm ahead of it
    I make the weather switch
    As the days go by I'm gettin' better bitch
    I'm a fuckin' problem you can't edit this
    Step back before we pop 'till your sweater rips
    I'm a vet at this
    Ya'll niggas cheddar-less
    Hennessey and Streter grips
    Think about sluggin' me
    You gotta hit L and T-O- double D

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