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ft prodigy lloyd banks - 1 2 3 grind (ft. prodigy) - lloyd banks lyrics

[lloyd banks – verse 1]
wordplay in the worst way
earthquake, n-gg-s is shook, ash in my purp tray,
202s on benz day, lincoln on thursday,
highday, full fever leaving off the driveway,
cheeba got my mind grey, diva bottle entree,
cooler then a cooler, armed like a padre,
ya baby momma dream about the god
i let her hit the b-tton fingers startin up the car
style when i sleep, snicker when i hit the street
green, pillin’ up body builder when i lift the beat
my weed sour my b-tches sweet,
marine style but my sh-t discrete,
watch me make the flip repeat,
i don’t trick or treat, but so halloween,
michael myers with the fire trip holla scream,
i gotta lotta cream, and a solid team,
it’s like i’m playin solitare,
i don’t see a challenge here, yeaaah

[chorus]
money movin on the dime,
ready 1… 2… 3 grind,
n-gg-s better give me mine,
about my funds, top down,
ready for the shine,
gettin to it so inline,
i’m influenced by the gold,
i do it if i tried
i’ma get ’em every time,
ready 1… 2… 3… grind!

[prodigy – verse 2]
you know there’s rules that you following
and tools get the hollow point
poppin’ at these fools
these dudes get their narrow -ss deceased
i terminate, unleash the purly gate
put that work in than i spin like a 38
all around the world, back around the world twice
f-cking with the internash infamous paradigm
catch your b-tch on the line at the concert
i’m gonna take advantage of this opportunity time
i’m the worst of the worst, vultures
come on slime, you aint never in your life never life like mine
this is grand theft audio, you just a petty crime
in my parade of hits, get confetti on my shine
you short like spaghetti, i’m harder than a whale d-ck
clap a n-gg- real quick, falling outta line like
1 2 3 they will be dropping like dominoes, vamonos
i show you how to die, it’s career suicide must be on that crack high
coming at me diagonally, the f-ck you on your mind f-ck be on you n-gg-s brains
it seems you wish death,
yo blow, these n-gg-s playin’ games ready for flesh

[chorus]

[lloyd banks – verse 3]
big chain photo, still? when you see me
hfm in 3d, hood beemer b-mp my cd
i’ma a creep, do some foul sh-t every week
f-ck my shawty sister, left her lipstick all in my sheets
stay low i’m on that sh-t, hittin’
looking for a menage they looking for a sponsor
opposite of bubblegum rap, i chew the track
all 4 of my pockets fat, lincoln new york city rap
brighter than my jewelery i’m in line with the stars
i’m from mars, i’m bad stacking domino broads
living large, you gon need 500 bars
when we drive, make bouji b-tches climb in the cars
wheels spin the street off, porsche feet off
the haters still hating and they hot as h-ll
in need of defrost, brick? sh-t old
play with me in hospital with a wife widow

[chorus]

- ft prodigy lloyd banks lyrics

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