Lloyd Banks

Lloyd Banks - When I Get There lyrics

rate me

Purple weed and cloudy skies

Audi rides, used to have to troop but now we drive

now we fly, ball, fly bitches, now we vibe

new movie starring your’s truly, make the party live

the mommy’s call me daddy

I call them now and then

tell them bring their girlfriends, line them up and then shower

then it’s right back to usual

excuse how I excuse you

you thought I was looking at you

I was looking through you

through my eyes I see things clearer

could it be my Bentley nearer

hammer under chincilla

chill the f-ck out ‘fore we kill ya

I’m no where near familar

live is realer when you’re speeding, weeding

locking house you need, my reality for the evening (evening)

when you’re at the top the bottom calls

every summer body drops, still right out there by the mall

pop my bands and buy it all

put my hands in front of coals

lot of grands than I’m involved

problem man, I’ll get it solved

spick and span no problem

Weed it up, tear it down,

thats how we roll (thats how we roll)

devil wanna take me now

but I aint going, too many already down, feel like I owe ‘em

front your head now than your pounds

show up to no-one

when I get to the top (the top)

all way to the top (the top)

I’ma sh-t on you than climb back down

just so I can sp-t on you

its pitiful (it’s pitiful)

the sh-t they do, when they get through

They used to count a n-gga out

remember that to this day

haven’t seen me since I made it

rather have it this way

hung up my Jersey for a minute now I’m back in the play

back in that zone where I’m snapping, rapping like back in the day

in New York city and now California

styling on you skinny n-gga from around the corner

then found the maurijuana in my 2k bomber

Benz or recline, man I arm her with my rear persona

and riot armour, work magic, dont make me try it on ya

halla Kasaam, cabaam, shazaam, now take cover fast as ya can

man, f-ck you sucka n-ggas and your RIP tatts

Southside, sleep, breath and eat that, we back

I had it hard, don’t call me lucky, call me lots of money

my flow aint from this time, more like 2 thousand twenty

bitch take the space up, back the f-ck up I’ma need some room

you know the order, bag ‘em, tag ‘em, let the G’s run through ‘em

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