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LLOYD BANKS lyrics : "Sod"

Yeahhh
Get down or get moved
No matter who you are boy


[Verse 1:]
Things don't matter when your %#@! splatter

Cut the chit chatter (*##$ ^!$$%s scatter
Get up off that corner if it don't be on ya
Loved one's I'll mourn ya after you get hit

And that's it yeah

[Chorus:]

Another day another dollar
With my chronic !@!@&&
Who I'm gon screw next

Another day another death
And I done lost a fair share
Ain't too many real left

^!$$% this ain't part time
I do it till the death
And I'm doing it the best

While manuevering that s
^!$$% this it ain't part time
We do it till it's done

And it's s.o.d. when I'm on d son

[Verse 2:]

Od mother$#&@ing I ain't blink all day gutter
These ^!$$%s sweeter than the pink rozay
Mink gold 2k I'm Cuban mink all grey

Louie belt shiny trey with my mink on hey
Bright diamond how I'm shining so the girls want play
Knock the lining off ##&*%$ she'll be sore all day

Perfect timing when I'm rhyming I'm your boy don't play
I'm with sadam with the radan spent the 4 ok
Yeah once for the you know what

I'm a beat makers dream yea I chew those up
Whack a blue nose I screw hoes my shoes roll up
22 lows from euro's I pulled last month

Ain't 1 thing I don't understand that's how ya roll with a man at the same time oweing a man
Shoot to the top I'm knowing I can I'm knowing you seen
I know who you been I'm a machine


[Chorus]


[Verse 3:]
Uh millionaire glare through my cartiers
(The plk) tony yay and Ferrari yeah

You got your hood tatted on you and hardly there
I'm in and out the mix move like I gotta orange stare
Me I'm exactly why these ^!$$%s are happy

I turn a g to an athlete kirsty joan and Jackie
You don't like me ^!$$% clap me
But don't miss cause that be your happening

We passing on ya stomach in the backseat
I don't trust a soul and mother$#&@ers know
And I rep till I go let the kush burn slow

I get it by the o get it get it by the o
No not an o add on 7 more
And I can't blame it all on queens it's in my genes

The stink I let in my 16's I'll get the cream
I'm clean ^!$$% fool them don't fool yourself
You'sa elf and more than half of y'all can use some help


[Chorus]


[Verse 4:]
My styles worth a 100 stacks times a 100 stacks
%#@! revolves look how I'm coming back

Strong as a lumberjack
Another day another gun to pack
Drops back to back till the summer rap

^!$$% swag jacking what's up with that
Me and you ain't the same I don't cuff a rat
I'm the one 2 27 30 que boy forever hungry

Nothing like new m m money

[Chorus]

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