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Lloyd Banks - Bring It Back Lyrics

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  • Small paper, forget it. Big money, I’m with it.
  • I’m smoking good, you can smell it, though I got hell of though, come and get it.
  • When you hide the hoops, come and get it, drop it low and spin it,
  • And bring you back up, we make you clap, yep, she’s pitching and I’m just hid it.
  • Who get off my feet at? Poke the holes, I’m jiggy.
  • Who ain’t got the ass or she bit me, of course she did, I’m witty.
  • I’m a product of my city, that two pack in that diggy,
  • My jewels brought me that pretty and I’m shoe boxing that kitty.
  • Dog, I’m too hot to ***** with me, I’ll chamber you, I’m flammable,
  • Unattainable, with a name for blue, I pick out the fame on magnitude.
  • Break the break what I came to do, VV S’s, my chain is blue,
  • Them niggers didn’t got you gassed up, too much of that propane in you.
  • My done is bright, all kind of white, rap JJ, I’m dynamite.
  • Niggers still writing on these raps? Haters blame and I’m not the type
  • Sleep on me and the mad pinching, please, nigger, your swag’s simple.
  • My flow hides my last pinch, yeah, rapping now, ask for triple.
  • Hey, hey, I think I finally found my way,
  • Yeah, yeah, I get them ***** ‘bout two times a day
  • No, no, you ain’t gonna trap me, you gonna trap for max.
  • Girl, turn your ass around and bring it back.
  • Come here, baby, we’re the niggers you be standing by.
  • I bet I’m standing on something so where’s you cameras at?
  • I got that speed sound, I’m getting to it and I’m fly.
  • Everything I got is sick, illest man alive.
  • Hottest nigger in my city, ain’t no way that I could possibly chill
  • Illest nigger around, that’s one hell of a hospital bill.
  • Came to scene to find my type, happy boys won’t proof listen
  • Hello, 911, I’d like to report my roof missing.
  • Last scene on my Lambo’ cool, looking sick in my camel suit
  • Bet your man ain’t got these, I don’t think you won gamble, boo
  • Studio in my hood chip, true livings in bamboo hoops,
  • Lay it back, coming up with you, she gave me head while the sample loops.
  • ***** on that logo, call my ‘rari Polo, you obviously love my whole hoes, no meaning for YOLO.
  • All you niggers gonna learn today, I’m the teacher, I’m the tutor.
  • If you realince couple cuties, by the alley I mean to shoot ‘em.
  • Serious, is a heart attack, your girlfriend say she ain’t groovy
  • She curious as a white girl, I heard some in a scary movie.
  • Don’t get in that car, girl. Last time you gonna hear from her.
  • Lost his *****, I bring her back like next time be more careful, girl.
  • Hey, hey, I think I finally found my way,
  • Yeah, yeah, I get them ***** ‘bout two times a day
  • No, no, you ain’t gonna trap me, you gonna trap for max.
  • Girl, turn your ass around and bring it back.
  • Come here, baby, we’re the niggers you be standing by.
  • I bet I’m standing on something so where’s you cameras at?
  • I got that speed sound, I’m getting to it and I’m fly.
  • Everything I got is sick, illest man alive.
  • Old money’s my lady, new money’s my baby,
  • Picked up, got licked up by few *****es, I’m lazy.
  • If it’s two trips, I want eighty, these cool kids don’t mean crazy
  • You’re rocking with the most shady, keep tools grifted in ravy.
  • All I know is looking in toorlos, she probably going touch all of us.
  • I’m in my own zone, my flow’s grown, my eating one up on a short bus.
  • Watch me hit my number again, I’m all that’s from, I’m coming to win
  • He with me, then he find out, cross him and I’m jumping in.
  • Homeboy, I got pumpkin skin. That mean shit, don’t get to me,
  • My ***** don’t care about no other name, she just want no Tiffany.
  • If woos conquer, we’ll be all down, speed boat trips, I’m sick of sea
  • I exit fuss in balm hand, she saw me, no diggity.
  • One love to my family, you don’t look like no kid to me
  • That came like the rambudine, she’s growing up my energy.
  • So much soul, imma live again, hey girl, going in the crib at ten
  • Playing games like kick your ass off, put that on my timberland.
  • Hey, hey, I think I finally found my way,
  • Yeah, yeah, I get them ***** ‘bout two times a day
  • No, no, you ain’t gonna trap me, you gonna trap for max.
  • Girl, turn your ass around and bring it back.
  • Come here, baby, we’re the niggers you be standing by.
  • I bet I’m standing on something so where’s you cameras at?
  • I got that speed sound, I’m getting to it and I’m fly.
  • Everything I got is sick, illest man alive.

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