Lloyd Banks - We Fuckin (The Cold Corner 2 Mixtape) lyrics
Ten years later tens feel like change
Take cover muthafuckers gon' feel my rage
Shit I'm droppin all this heavy
Bought a real life plane
In 50 cities, bet they get the steel like james
I get silly, everything cool calm I'm witty
Mean a knock half off coupon ya feel me?
These bitches on call they could have a ball
Ego so tall make my haters look small
Teterboro boy, truckin' when the snow fall
He's no lover boy, fuck em' till they toes curl
Got your later rob, but you can have her back
She ain't got no job and I won't have her back
Euro keying, European, out of my habitat.
Catch a contact
Steaming on that magic pack.
This the coolest nigga breathing
Not the average rap.
Money stacks through the ceiling, back to back!
Let the reign begin, we came here to spin
And I'm riding benz, you can bring your friends
Here we go again, I just met shorty tonight and we fuckin'
I don't even know her name but her body off the chain
And I'm trying to show her something
Imma end this champaign and throw all this money up in the sky like its nothing
There's a master mind behind these eyes. Sure thing, knew I'd make it back in '95
'94 '93 maybe '92 nigga we ain't even, you couldn't tie my shoe
Frozen neck, fuck respect..
Loaded tech, no respect for the rival crew
Times is hard and you strugglin' nothing I can do
Survive or get slaughtered by somebody's boo
You couldn't leave me, I switch gears easy
My chick look like a model and your chick..
I don't plan on falling back, you got the 6 still see me
Options in every city, in case a chick try to tease me
I'm killing in the worst way, drilling on the first day
Mami said she shoot, Imma hit it till she squirt (hey!)
Since my first days, Polo what my shirt says
Now look at all this cake, its starting to feel like my birthday