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Lloyd Banks - King / Do My Thing Lyrics

Lloyd Banks]

This when my pedal drops,

Everything stops

Pretty glittering watch

You hear me doing my thing pops

Uh, hate my value like a 100 mil

Keep it trill all day, clear the way cuz I come to kill



[Chorus]

Green green green

The next thing outta queens

Nothing you have ever seen

I give that boy a bullet take a bullet for my team

I aint gon be nothing baby I'ma be a king

Go how far I wanna go, time to do my thing

Yeah I'ma do my thing

Baby watch me do my thing

And now I work them ends

I'm still out here with my bling

Dirty than a muthaf-cker riding with my thing

Cause that's what drama bring



Uh, do me evenings, movie screens

While I pass the block

R.I.P's in my skin, regular at the tattoo spot

Playin' hard rock, bet a mil and half you drop

I'm still sh-ttin the dealership is my bathroom stop

This aint your average gwap, big drop a bag you drop

Cuz n-ggas don't congratulate me

Rather hate, mad you hot

Just be mad you not

Die fast, stab or shot

Rambo dagger, mag or glock

Rambo swagger stashing rocks

Ammo stack a platinum pot

Guard it like a leprechaun

Louie V letters on sweaters gettin my checkers on

The streets crowned me, I smoke all day sleep bounty

Heat round me, hold my toes

The thought of defeat hounds me



[Chrous]



[Lloyd Banks]

Look at me now, look at me smile

Know you'd rather look at me down or look at me ball

Bet these girls aint looking at y'all

Look at my broad, look at my car

Look at my crib than look at my yard

Now look at my ring but watch your eyes

Look at my chain you looking for God

F-ck these groupies I way too hard

Busting my ass too stay sh-t hard

Give up my last to feed the fam

Keeping these bastards on they job

My brothers keeper, my passion for the dough is deeper

Kill all year, kill em fourth quarter with my buzzer beater (swish)

Look what my pen draw

B-tch with the wrist I'm Chris Paul

Millions by the four piss poor

I'm on my sixth tour

Me and maurijauna equals little shop of horror

Catch me on the block tomorrow

(?) pop my collar



[Chorus]

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