70 Bars (Explicit)

70 Bars (Explicit) - Lloyd Banks

The name's Banks oh

The boy wonder man oh

Stack and a rubber band yeah

Gat in the other hand

Yeah

These lil niggas don't move me

Go watch a movie

I'm too smooth

White prada shoes with the dooey

I spin ya f**kin' neck

When I speed the through

The ceilin is see through all you

Top billin off of me too me too

You might as well give ya money to me shorty

Oh can't dance in the strip club when your 40

Come here I show you

How to get it if you with it

If you let me I can teach you

How to take it to the top

With a bottle of Cris lady

You'll be naked on the spot

Gassed up from the conversation in the drop

It won't be gifts or vacation to the trop's

This hard dick bubble gum

Stake him in the pots my name is Bunks

I got a brand new semi out the box

Just in case a n***a think he smooth enuff to sneak in

You'll be one eyed shorter from the slaughter

And I'll be on the yacht round water out in Florida

F**k the drama wassup ya hammers in the truck

U butt so chill

Or ima have to f**k you up for real haha

Cristal bottle in ya grill ill

You'll be in ground before glass teeth and blood spill

They all know I'm a threat hoppin out the Lex

I got a b**ch for every letter in the alphabet

Like Aron and Brandy Cary and Donna aha

Erica and Felicia I nicknamed her Gabbana

Light skinned Heather

I met her around the way aha

And there's a few names that I ain't suppose to say

Wa so ima skip to J 'cause Jasmine and Jeniffer

Jaw bone in Jessica come runs by the messenger

They all know when it come to the hoes

I get 'em down and they on under clothes

In them bundlelobes

Nah I don't need an umbrella the car come with those

Thank you

And to get one of those you'll need 100 shows

I'm all summer froze so the gun exposed

Ill gun butt ya f**ker heres a bloody nose

Yeah that was yo b**ch but the dummy chose chose

Yeah I'm grimy as f**k you got to love it tho

Shorty caught feelings after I stroked her so what

Take a picture write a book call Oprah blow up

You'll find a ice pic in a flow

With a coke colored coupe white whip in the snow yeah

Me and the bread bandin like a pimp and a hoe

Like smoker or the pipe like the coke on the phypes

I don't continue nothin' I'm the stroker her on the night

On the sofa or the floor hoe chokin off the mic

Like Banks I don't usually do well they usually do

And they'll all learn to like it

You get used to it too

Niggas starin' at my chain 'cause it use to be blue

But I changed like you deuce deuce in his shoe

I'm on kush cranberry juice goose

And I'm through

Then it's back to the mansion to do what I do

I'm back n***a this is part 2

The hunger for more money I'm right at ya door dummy

Pops bottles up n***a I'm by the buck

Don't look at the Ferrari you can't even buy the truck

Ya boy fresh out the hood and he hot as f**k yeah

On a hunt for the cheese keep ya ricatta tucked

They on that plottin sh*t right in the lobby sh*t

Run up in my yard and run around with the shoddy sh*t

Family members identified in a body sh*t

'Cause it been so long that John Gotti sh*t

I'm in the 2 0 0 Maserati whip

Concrete colored Mclaren

It's a hobby sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t