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Propane [Explicit]
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Lloyd Banks
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Yeah! Banks! COTI! Yo Hundred dollar bills for sit-up drills, my benji' reps Ignorant, and I don't give two f**ks with Fendi F's Learning by habit, consistency made the memory stretch Turn you to an addict, your lady'll kiss the Bentley chest Dig your way out the ground or spend a century stressed I get you stomped off seniority, shouldn't tempt the vets Uh, playa haters make my temper flex Twenty years of pushing this pen, an instrumental threat Death to haters, can't even be hеre in spirit Kill a n***a, set up his GoFundMe and stеal it Designer chronic, pockets reeking out the air vent I can show you where to buy this sh*t, can't teach you how to wear it It's a waste going back and forth, success will really kill 'em Balling like Russell Westbrook, Bill or Wilson Give me rappers, I'ma kill some, mumblers on my jacket Drop the remains in traffic, clubbin' like I'm barbaric Star addicts Nothing is the same These n***as don't deserve to rock, run 'em out the game They love it when we serve the block, this is cocaine The temperature is falling and this sh*t ain't gon' change n***a drive safely, swerving out of lane The pain is strong enough to make a n***a go insane We just want the money, y'all can have the fame Promise I'll remain, put it on my chain, propane (Uh) Dummies justification is it's working, does a cubic flash? Everybody just can't be hating, my n***a, you just trash Ass kissers dropping to knees, you need the Ewing pads I ain't seen't you n***as since teen, still hope you doing bad Country of the serpent, y'all all in bed with the snake Black fitted reads, "When was America great?" In the bootleg era left competition dead on a tape Kryptonite to super save a ho, infrared on your cape sh*t, I'm lying? Get me amputated, cradle to the casket homie Nothing 'bout me animated, only use the cash emoji Everybody make mistakes, let nothing out the past control me Married to the motherf**king game, frozy matrimony Hate when they compare me to n***as, never been even son Hammer to a hand grenade, cannon to a BB gun pu**y talking slick about me, who you think was feeding them? I pull up on you all four quarters, let the meter run Nothing is the same These n***as don't deserve to rock, run 'em out the game They love it when we serve the block, this is cocaine The temperature is falling and this sh*t ain't gon' change n***a drive safely, swerving out of lane The pain is strong enough to make a n***a go insane We just want the money, y'all can have the fame Promise I'll remain, put it on my chain, propane
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