Paroles Flatline de Lloyd Banks

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Yea I don't gotta care or fear cause ain't nothing but artillary
Over here for you wana be thugs killing me with your stare
Stare at this matterfact here disappear go getta cause niggas
Will set up they whole life in wait turn into these internet gangsters
That's typing hate music movies all type of cake nines oozis I got
Sniper cake I had it hard now my life is straight vehicle without
The plate niggas don't hear you when you out the state when your
Local easy to locate believe me it's easy your so fake just cause he
Good with numbers don't mean he slanging and every nigga wearing
Bandannas ain't banging paper weight got my pants hanging and I got
My belt on money just that long niggas change see you then their hearts
All good I whip grain money only knock on wood keep it on ya ain't no time
To pop no good and I know this cause I grew up where the pot roll good
I'm in the streets loving the money that keep coming king magazine onion
Jeans hugging niggas mean mugging cause my sixteens buzzin it's hard
They want whip creme from him pound for pound he can't fuck with son
And I'm all by myself they can't jump the gun you got heat wheres it coming
From cause we in the drop when the summer done you don't really fuck
With them I give a fuck with wings on it and walk around with shirts with
The strings on it ain't nobody stopping banks I put my rings on it kitchen sink
On it my ladys mink on it and the drink on it who want it I got the burner black
I ain't scared of none of you mo'fuckers bernie mac can I bring new york back
Coke turn to crack probly do the same shit over if I can turn it back don't really
Matter I'll pop a leg out a quarter back 7 foot sumo wrestler and all of that pussies
Get drowned in water where the toilet at you bitche niggas down and last all for
A pack matterfact we losing em give thart boy a smack a hit from a shot lick could'nt
Revive balling rap I'll send niggas to the store and back diddy shit grown ass man not
The one to get silly with broads love me I'm fresh fly really slick and I got game so she
Gone give up the kitty quick you can't blame her I'm the biggest pick around she ain't
Want me back in the day but shits alot different now you know I'm a digg her down
Fuck it you won twice the only one that good I'm dumb nice one set off of color blinds
I run nights then it's to the innerstate top gun pipe

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