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Painted Houses Freestyle
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Lloyd Banks
Featuring(s) : Vado
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Uh Southside up Harlem what up? Banks Sinatra This how it's goin' down for the 2020, nigga Uh I don't expect peasants to recognize greatness you're used to weirdos Future zeros, where I'm from, make it out, you a superhero (Right) I'm dropping shit like the Irishmen, new and improve DeNiro Me and my baby against this crooked world, got her two cubes an earlobe One in a billion with this feeling, right product could move the zeros Run in the building, weapon wielding, uh, arms out like a scarecrow (Yeah) You simple rappers could never face GOD I got that "je ne sais quoi" I hit the interstate hard, hop in the Benz and say "Ah" You caught all them bodies, uh? Forensics say "Nah" What would you do when fickle niggas break fly? Dipped on the game, ain't say "Bye" Hangover hounding me from last night's glory I'm in new machinery, sporty, getting smacked like Kourtney Make sure I'm careful, I don't need no copper flashlights on me Been here before, feel like my past life haunts me Dawg I've been "it", snatched Georgie, a sprinter van hashed orgy Miracle man, strapped shorty Two many slabs of currency, smuggle the bands back for me Them traffic extracurricular, fog the windows Come the mornin', people catch blue c-notes, do a crescendo I woo consumers from intro, my shooters shoot off the mental Ain't no maybes or missteps if I crossed a line, then I meant to (Right) Nigga moving on your boy's a unicorn, beyond a human strong Grey-coup-Poupon, twenty plus years, fuck it, I pooped so long Four-thirty, the truth is born, in trooper form Gone soon as recruitment's on I heard your recordings, wish I could roof ya songs I'm buggin', or this new generation is misdirected? Break them all apart, then wipe my style down with the disinfectant Hoodie on, I'm heat protected, hitman in the flippin' necklace For the record, this decrepit, all springers been shit infested He the gossip column or the type-type, who even cares? Nigga I been sick, I do these mics like Rudy Gobert My studio sessions turn to fright night, goonies appear I'm right back on the pedal, OG white Nikes, bitch listen here Them people pitchin' you hope, I've never been opened to listening King of mindin' my business, the goat with the social distancing Rookies ain't build to go rounds, cocky with no conditioning And bitchin', your vocal pitchin', ghostwriters' flow suspicion Run up on 'em, bust a move, barrel spinning like New Edition Hit the districts religiously, diamond out all my crucifixions Uh Everyone claimin' they pop pistols 'Til the opps get you, as soon as it's not with you And blow you like Scott's tissue Cleanin' up the room when these brooms and these mops hit you Wrist bright, stick you for ice, like popsicles (Yes) Them fellas rowdy, I'm from where the weather cloudy (Harlem) Where rappers bump this shit I'll leave faster than Teddy Riley (Ha) I've been the guy on the block street, Berretta prowlin' Point game, come through the lane, you better foul me Forever score, my shooters are bettable When playin' with pelicans we hit it with Fentanyl (Tell 'em) Only thing definite is gettin' the feds involved I'm tellin' y'all, they had niggas writtin' to tell it all (For real) Bow to the hated, like we don't count it, we weigh it (Uh-huh) Airin' like Frank Sharon, a bunch of houses I paint it The hunnid thousands, I made it The couple ounces, I gave it (I gave it) I ain't land everywhere but some project housin', I'm favorite (I know) They just snatched my OG but he innocent Trunk full of coco was OT in the genesis (Mike) I move solo and lowkey, like I'm different Still grab the .40 like OE, I'm a menace then I ain't the askin' type (Nah) You got a bag, you don't ask the price Bullets tuck you in, kiss your ass goodnight (Mwah) My nigga Pool caught a massive bite They bit him in his ass where the hunnid fast Like he asked for life I'm on your block, what y'all trappin' like? (What's up?) Every corner, it's red dot on the pole, like a traffic light We fuck bad bitches for braggin' rights (Yes) The bitch I had tonight, made me work for it, almost had to wife Keep it AC when it's fire CT to AC, it's eight keys in the tire Don't thank me, I'm retired If we talkin' Franklins, quite frankly we [?] (Yes) Ain't tryna lose, I'm like "What I gotta prove?" Corona virus got me movin' like Howard Hughes (Uh-huh) A lotta dudes thats powerful was powderfull (Uh-huh) Make sure every watch comin' in plain like tattoo (Woo) 911, white seat pipin', powder blue (Woo) Carolina shoe, MJ's from '92 (Woo) No monkey bars, these guns swing will slide through When I ride through, bitch is a soup like Callaloo Vado
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