I'm in Phoenix Sun Cause I'm a Golden State Warrior that stay on the run I'm in the truck counting up Milwaukee Bucks And I, stay with the ratchet cause
Tłumaczenie: Lloyd Banks. Skąd ja.
Kurylenko, tell her I'm very single Abbey Lee too, I'm a freak boo I'm wilding, I'm on a thousand I wanna see Irina Shayk next to Doutzen [Chorus] I
ass outta yourself tryna stop me I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", nigga you sloppy You know that I'm eight levels above you nigga I'll plug you nigga, I never
I'm so fresh I should be arrested new Tody Chester with my nuts on your chest b-tch she said "hey 'Ye" I said "Yes B-tch" damn I'm only asking you a question
rotate N-ggas see me, ask me where Lloyd Banks at? N-gga I dont know where the f-ck that Lil' n-gga at I aint heard from him F-ck Yayo too n-gga , I'm
No matter where I'm at I'm doin what the fuck I want I'm shinin, my wrists all canary Now try me, I keep a shooter near me I'm grindin, like I ain't made
m surprised that Lloyd Banks and Yayo didna??t (Shake) Wasna??t selling no records Jimmy Iovine said (Shake) Only Black Eyed Peaa??s making the white folks (Shake) I
rather be cause God-dammit I'm glad that I'm me I said if you could be where I'm at (bye bye) you'd wanna be you too (I'm living without you) If you
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Niggas Know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You can run your mouth I don't care but if you
Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz I love my females strapped love fuckin from the back I get my currency in stacks Californias where I'm
Verse 3 : Copped ten sold five then I hide three Baking soda residue I'm gone with the other two Copped ten sold five then I hide three Baking soda residue I'm
style whats next, booshe hound next to the housing jets Life reflects from big diamonds domino with calmer flow Feel like I'm popping shit, rounding homicide everytime I
whenever 50 around its bad news [Lloyd Banks] I get little (?) mad cause I'm flossin' bad I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab I
I don't owe them niggas shit Smellin' all up in my face like I don't know them niggas sick But I can care less, I'm on the album and I'm gettin' rich
in the hood, niggas don't see me, I be so low key I'm where the dope at! I make bigger moves for bigger bread, yeah! Test me I shoot a nigga head, yeah
I don't know If I should stunt for these hos again, cause I did that already Now here we go [Lloyd Banks - Verse 2] (Lloyd Banks) I don't give a fuck
stick I gotta have bucks on the waist I'm hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face Catch Banks in a truck full of bass Remember I'm a
