a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu lloyd banks - fill the void (american gangster freestyle)

[verse 1: lloyd banks]
seems like pain is longer, days are shorter
standing on dead weight to stay above water
i laugh when they ranking these names in tainted order
if i ain’t get a game, nothing else, i gave it aura
the lifespan of rappers is two, maybe shorter
not having everything made me a baby spoiler
middle of the year, i might have a mcgrady porter
got one foot out of the law, mercedes order
stuck with all this new sh~t, product of 80’s water
and everybody’s gossiping now to play with porter
too many untold truths, the lies are televised
anyone else in that category should be penalized
a solid heart and morale’s won’t be incentivized
gotta watch your back both ways, too many geminis
sickest sh~t that drops is rock up in the enterprise
teachings cool too, but they profit off of genocide
traders get a better nods, won’t be a bidet
500 and something hp on the e~weight
took a while to get here, great lines for replay
you gotta take your time like avon and webay
you wanna free late? grinding is protocol
only n~gga aging with a ’99 overall
you can’t tell these young n~ggas sh~t, they think they know it all
i used to be the same way too, pride is below the fall
i’m alone, they hunger for the sports missing
soon as there’s a fork in the road, abort mission
every player playing, they playing with court vision
i’m just snitching, cause ain’t no way around the court system
big numbers before they couldn’t afford switching
cause when you’re getting money, it feels like the floor’s lifting
running through this maze, avoiding the mortician
die, you caught without him, you’d rather be caught with him
you ain’t gotta see him sneak up, it’s strong p~ssing
no coincidence when you ask, you gotta kiss him
y’all been striking out real fast, see what i’m pitching?
y’all are nodding all off, we got them itching
i know how they feeling too, that made me sleepy
put everything in them, my wrist, my ap needs me
keeping heavy metal round like ac/dc
school giving all black like a hbc, peace
peace
[verse 2: young chris]
uh, these n~ggas can’t fill that void, so they fill that void
says a lot about you if you don’t fill that void
his sh~t, his stick, make him fill that toy
engineer get it too, n~gga, k!ll that noise
still trying to get a head from the rock split
back up, waking up from seizures in the hospital
passed up, taxed what?
better off head up with a mack truck
black truck, coming through mashed down with a mack up
catch him in traffic to the abba
f~ck, send a shot till you drop, better put your rag up
n~ggas crabbing the eighth, talking about match~ups
going to dinner, buncha n~ggas splitting tabs up
rest in b~tches, taking pictures, putting bags up
get in position, work that wrist and get your bag up
strapped all black, never putting white flags up
turning them hoes, turning my trap up (yeah)
taking a trip to cali, they cry, i’m turning my back up
finding the hit him, if you k!ll him you get the back cut
white doves, black chucks
pouring liquor on sneakers, on cadillac trucks
from the jungle where they wrecked, they get their racks up
i’m from the city where the city girls act up
act out, ass out, i’m f~cking them tracks up
rewrite them, put the stacks up, then put the plaques up
stay in your lane, then we’ll get that ass cut
put the [?] down, you fat f~ck
littering all this bullsh~t while the tax up
sanitize city, need me to get the trash up
dump the barrel out, clean the crabs up
time for some schooling, n~ggas, get your class up
no fillers, clean them out, penicillin
they mad b~tches feeling, p~ssy n~ggas, we get to k!lling
banana get the pilling, run the course, we get to drilling
head~shot, pillow, we gon’ send them right through the ceiling
seeing banks with a filler (uh)
chilling, top billing (uh)
this the place to feel it, there’s k!llers in the villas (yeah)
i never conceal it shoppers all over the village (yeah)
they sick in the head, baby can f~ck with the ill~est
[outro young chris]
yeah, fellas
the chosen f~cker
banks, what up, n~gga? (yeah, yeah)
time to clear the bullsh~t up

- lirik lagu lloyd banks

Lirik lagu lainnya:

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI