Lloyd Banks - The Sprint lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - The Sprint lyrics

Uh,Uh,Uh,Uh At the game, ironic I've been balling all week Sat down high as ever at my floor seat These is forty four hundred gotta give me four feet Four rounds, bout to make a j**elry store sweep Chocolate eye candy gotta pick up all sweet Tag contract can't keep these b**hes off me I rap scary, Marry marry me and you a couple I'm strap really keep your family with a louie duffle Ain't too many of my level only knew a couple Plane swag, I fly steady renew the buckle We eat like the mob you on a tuna struggle I left a piece of every where Stalkers do the puzzle Hey yeah I gotta shock somebody I got the bad girls flocking me Ass dropping and poppin' molly The king hands down, you an impostor by me Champagne & pasta on a block that's grimey It ain't no stopping mommy, and know I'm single still Kingdom on the hill got her flingin' off her heels My flows on pills, red beams with the cells Beaming up, gotta clear my head just to chill My life's a movie s** scene seen on film Fill a filthy mouth with a ounce on the couch Ceremony I'm ridin' leather chromey You hoes will never know me Think I'm doing better lonely Big wheel, all pokey, no top like Ginobli Blurring out the pitchers stones block out the rolley Honey gotta fetish so her face is all spit Stuck my fingers in her p**y made her taste her own sh** I ain't got a water bottle for you on a dry year View it all clear, eleven hundred on my eyewear Die weird, lose your mind here, right in Times Square Bomb scare, kicking it in my Yves Saint Laurent gear My hottie tall, black Barbie doll, mack lobby call Flash party mob, slash Mardi Gras I don't speak another language always in a foreign car Cartier on my ear, eightteen five a pair Gotta lead by year, I swear I pa** your favorite rapper tryin' to speed back here Beat ya neck game like a speed bag, swear When them other n***as fade I'ma be right here I'm looking at the n***a in the mirror on my signal to be clearer And this horror slash thriller, I'm just bringing you the trailer Menage in Venezuela, hope DR is even realer Turn the bedroom into the ER when I drill her Highlights like a athlete I need clips Everything take a back seat to V6 You hoes already loose let's make it happen The cash a have the fattest a** in here make it clappin I'm always kitted, this time I over did it So all then hold the blizzard, throw dough off the pivot My flow's frigid, yeah this my frozen style Banks bend bars like the golden child They say they want to eat, McDonalds or flee Chill one day, see em 6 times in a week Creep, I see my haters at the crossroads No heart, got b**hes stripping on the north pole I'm Cold

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