Lloyd Banks - Blow My Mind (Freestyle) lyrics

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Ayo whassup you know who the fuck this is

This the kid BANKS, ya heard me

The number one fuckin draft pick in any hood..

G-G-G-UNIT!

Banks bout to bubble like crushed grapes

I don't give a fuck 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 slut date

I'm far from sweet but cant get enough cake

Nigga I put you on yo ass like tough brakes

Bitch you be rich if you could spend babys

I disrespect niggas, 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

Nigga 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 niggas following me like tour guides

Talkin gangsta, like they got more lives

I pound out pussy leave ‘em wit sore thighs

Nigga I been fuckin wit tits before eyes

You might see me in the shit the store hides

I don't care I punch niggas 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

Niggas want it wit Banks even the whores tried

I put something in ya gut through ya doors slide

Fuck 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, fuck 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

Niggas, thought I was sweet, they jock me later

Get ya own shit why you wanna copy hater

I'm a big dog you puppy chow

Always wanna fuck me now cuz they hear my name like they puffy trial

That nigga got a bad temper plus he foul

Blowin dro hand picked from a pluffy spout