#GILMORES LLYOD BANKS LYRICS CODE#
Get the embed code Lloyd Banks - Rotten Apple Album 4.Get Clapped5.Gilmore's6.Hands a Move10.NY, NY11.One Night Stand12.Playboy 213.Rotten Cake17.You Know The DealLloyd Banks Lyrics provided by Yea, Whoooooooooooooooooo You n know what time it is Its time for that gangsta s Chorus We aint got s to live for Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Gilmore In the middle of the real war Cause a five dollar bill is the s n kill for I make million out yeah I dont care about a mpa out there My heart cold and my wrist rock You could f around and. They charged up, don't make me put in the battery This regular s***, the everyday mentality Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley Lloyd Banks: Hook, Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley, Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley, Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley, My jeans are never empty b-tch, Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley. They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me Ooh, when ya get 'em, they don't know you with me They don't see the faces, they just see the chains like My n****z ice grill, but it ain't the same
I ain't a cuddler I f*** the drool outta chick I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed I'm the news out the bricks n**** who's hot as this It's aight they can talk I'm amused by them p***** It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick N**** move or get hit, I don't care who's on the strip Never snooze never slip, follow rules or get whip New r*** gonna hit thousand dollar outfit I cruise through the strip, 22's on the whip Rule number one, keep your g** and get your a** hit, that's itīy the same n****s you used to party with 'Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthmaĭamn near showin' his hand over the plastic This ain't a free ride you gotta have the g** ma Two in the front and the back got the plasma I'm a rap star who wants to be ridin' around in that car Look miss, get a grip and let a motherf***er be It mean the world to her, it's nothing but a n** to me I'm soakin' it all up while your girl s***in' me I'm a G take a look at star, we came to party Gon' leave outta the club with a scar, we came to partyįo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar, we came to party Right before I leave outta the car, we came to party This s*** ain't sweet as it looks, I said hands up I said hands up, everything ain't cruise to fame I said hands up, you know when you party with crooks Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
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