Kwelib
Lloyd Banks
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DAMN!
They still with us!
Call me! Oh! Oh!
How you gonna do this? Bring it down!
Look! I need no introduction everybody. (EVERYBODY!)
Heard of 50Cent, (YEAH!)
And heard of G-Unit, (YEAH!)
I’m not high-tech and I’m not — Kwadi!
You see me in the club, (Buck: Cluuuuuuub!)
You better tell the bouncers to treat me special, I’m somebody. (SOMEBODY!)
Cause I get on that Jet, (JET! JET!)
In 5 minutes flat (FLAT! FLAT!)
Niggas’ll come back, shoot up your party. (PARTYYYY!)
If I don’t have fun,
Nobody havin' none
I’m tryin' to holla at ya, come here — SHOORTY!
Shout out to my nigga
Buck!
My niggas from New Orleans, wodie.
If we on the same stage,
When you see me on page
You gonna throw your hands up, and you gonna applaud me. <>
You know how I get,
I’m still on that bullshit. Bitch shoot-out! <>
You ain’t got to like me, (WHAT?) that’s cool!
(I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!) Clowny time ain’t gonna (PUT ME IN A BIGGER TRUCK!)
Fuck kids! It ain’t my turn to be stressed
A bitch worse nightmare’s a paternity test. <
Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!>>
I’m too young to be faithful
If money, means love, I hate you!
I only trick on the first of
Holla at me, if you thugged out shorty ready to fight you
Dice, roll a blunt, and pull the Snub out for me.
And if your not don’t even (Call meeee).
Yeah!
Aight y’all!
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