Lloyd Banks - Big Bully | Текст песни

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• Lloyd Banks
• Big Bully

Verse-
Weed all morning, and then it dawned on 'um
The niggaz that call him the best, i moonwalk on 'um
Then add gasoline, i put the torch on 'um
They gon' keep wavin' the bull until these horns on 'um
You fall on morning, before it start stormin'
Ain't really no competition, i rip apart all 'um
Go call 'um, i serve niggaz till they get borin'
Midnight, midday, mornin'
Uh, this song is for errbody i make it look simple g's
I wipe the floor with MC's, stack triple cheese
Me Fif and Yay jus' copped, now thats triple beams
My PO can't rain hold weight, i cripple knees
Traitors get betrayed, tramps get to lick on these
I light the room bright as lamps, nigga pick a sleeve
'Know you can't get with the camp, lucky you get to breathe
Please, don't ask me how i'm livin' when i lift my keys
Brand new spankin' Franklyn's
I land where its ancient, they race to thank him
A million miles away out in space jus' waitin'
Cookin' up the crack, Gucci apron bakin'
Listen, cuz i ain't got the time to blog words
With the strugglin' black man, bars hard as Obama job
Fuck my enemies, i tell they momma slob
Drop my bag, pile niggaz up like Amistad
Shit-talkin' cuz i'm out the car
Leak and the drama, fronk, sleep from the karma start
Suppose i lose it, these old niggaz entrees
You thinkin', cuz i been drinkin' like Kanye
Ain't nuttin' changed but the change in the cool of life
Hop out, shoot the dice, pause for the blue and whites
And my new ????? they lucky if i do 'um twice
About to catch my flight to Nice, cuz i'm nice
Dime after dime i'm the man, yeah
Her ass spillin' over the damn chair, her titties stand up like Pam Grier
I give her wide walls and damp hair
There's no falacio in the Lamb, yeah, let's camp here
See nine times out of ten i'm kinda rocky
Dressed up so i pose for the paparazzi
First by the Rolls, extreme shopper hobby
Twenty thirty racks on that, cream Mazerati
How you gon' turn your back on your back bone
Must wanna be in the front, to be in that zone
Leanin' on Pat-rone, there's no chillin' me
My lifestyle's fast dome, roam through Italy
I got your shorty and her bed game serious
The pussy only really yours on her period, period
Long move, check big boy
Mansion, man don't tell me there's a sextape, Lloyd
Banks, nigga name a nigga you know nicer
I'm shittin', i'm gon' need a sumo diaper
I move like the Spyker, two door Viper
Negative energy'll get the crew all hyper
Mary Jane life her, the only chick that gets it from me
I'm on top of mine, missionary with the money
I'm hearin' all the comparin' and the shit is funny
We're not the same i'm different, dummy
Uh, your boy back rappin' his ass off
I grip the glass jaws, my flow Predator with the mask off
Black leather tint on the fast horse, the last Porsche
Ball like mad sports, passports, i'm back forth
One man attack force
The ninth wonder eight other planets passed Ross, you wore a badge boss
Headed on a crash course
My hearts ice, future brighter than my last thoughts
You're all mice on air, wouldn't fall if the floordrop
I know mice that shoot up the mall hop (???), and everything that your not
Warlock, back block Sureshock
Keep your mouth shut, and your door locked
Cuz speakers go home in a lone box, it's all lies he's gonna call the cops
You ain't a MC, you a fat bitch
I get you Swiss cheesed for Mac clips
Nose dives, takin' one-knees and backflips, all over rap shit
And the whole crew at the same time
I'm ??????? youth in it's game time, and i ain't even in my prime
My waistlines' a grey Nine
That'll make your ass run like a grey dane, chasin' dollar bills