Lloyd Banks - Blow My Mind lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - Blow My Mind lyrics

Ayo wha**up you know who the f** this is This the kid BANKS, ya heard me The number one f**in draft pick in any hood.. G-G-G-UNIT! Banks bout to bubble like crushed grapes I don't give a f** wait but bring my cut late and its duct tape My hearts colder than upstate So I ain't got time for relationships gimme a s*ut date I'm far from sweet but cant get enough cake n***a I put you on yo a** like tough brakes b**h you be rich if you could spend babys I disrespect n***as, call men ladies Where I'm from the guns sound like m-80s Timbs all year, black brown and gravy Banks got a gun to back down the navy So if you owe me, get smacked down and pay me I'm honest it ain't no lies n***a I don't even eat in restaurants if it ain't no fries I throw combos - six, fours, and fives Don't put ya hand out, if it four or five These rap n***as following me like tour guides Talkin gangsta, like they got more lives I pound out p**y leave 'em wit sore thighs n***a I been f**in wit tits before eyes You might see me in the sh** the store hides I don't care I punch n***as wit four eyes Every bar takes away a little more pride I got somethin for big small and tall guys We might pull up in big small or tall rides Might pull up and put a bullet in your ride n***as want it wit Banks even the who*es tried I put something in ya gut through ya doors slide f** a tux, i never fall in love with them clothes I'm ghetto, Timberland bubble gum souls I done seen girls turn to double dumb hoes Then they get pregnant, another one grows Haters must wanna see a brother gun blow Get at me the kid with the number one flow If its more than one hoe, sit back and blow me And argue over my balls like Shaq and Kobe Yall know me, relax twist back the droey Yak and moey, f** around and yap ya roley Yall don't want problems so you give me dap to show me Nuttin but cop lovers runnin wit Axel Foley Yall aint got no aim buncha sloppy sprayers Hittin up the wall more than hockey players n***as, thought I was sweet, they jock me later Get ya own sh** why you wanna copy hater I'm a big dog you puppy chow Always wanna f** me now cuz they hear my name like they puffy trial That n***a got a bad temper plus he foul Blowin dro hand picked from a pluffy spout

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