Lloyd Banks Ft. Vado - We Run The Town Lyrics

Lloyd Banks Ft. Vado - We Run The Town Lyrics

my … is like the stars that please the night
the … makes the day, bright day…
lights the way

do you have any idea what you stumbled on?
fuck chores 8 time the sun is on
i’m eating up and i’m out the pot
my style came from the suns …
shine so great get the crowd shades
mind get burned when the sun perform
on point cause you don’t get 2 mistakes
there’s …and apes, i’m jungle born
… to myself, 4 g’s in these belts
you cold freezing and i’m so …
sitting on seasons, be stealth
things at the game…this ain’t gonna feel
now everybody popping shit cause i’m popular
think i’ve just seen a binocular
put me anywhere and i’ll stand out
kick … the opera, figure i’ll bring at a throwback
but the bitch look mean and they jocking up
but i’m getting type and you know that
and i’m yelling out where the hoes at
selling out of the kodak
tell them that … go back
killing them…still be a legend but no plat
million dollar my door mat
i get them with pulling my own raps
i’m chilling on something exclusive
on a south side, nigga hold that

shout to my bishops, i got a million
fuck all my haters, fuck how they feeling
my money is up, up to the ceiling
you buzzing back down, … kill a shit
we run the town, g’d up, put it down
we run the town, g’d up, put it down

hey yo, my mask on like give me that
max born, we empty that
act wrong, we cut strong and max on
my fendi strap
4 door that bentley flat
like corns drop plenty racks
4 … you talk more than you snitching cats
fuck …hungry…
nigga you don’t know what they put me through
should have gained from the block what i rock from the stoop
we will try to block…tryna copy remove
i get a … tool
bossling, they call me ross thing
to save the … through rolls royces…

shout to my bishops, i got a million
fuck all my haters, fuck how they feeling
my money is up, up to the ceiling
you buzzing back down, … kill a shit
we run the town, g’d up, put it down
we run the town, g’d up, put it down.

Lloyd Banks Ft. Vado - We Run The Town Lyrics

Lloyd Banks - When I Get There Lyrics

Lloyd Banks - When I Get There Lyrics

Purple weed and cloudy skies
Audi rides, used to have to troop but now we drive
now we fly, ball, fly bitches, now we vibe
new movie starring your’s truly, make the party live
the mommy’s call me daddy
I call them now and then
tell them bring their girlfriends, line them up and then shower
then it’s right back to usual
excuse how I excuse you
you thought I was looking at you
I was looking through you
through my eyes I see things clearer
could it be my Bentley nearer
hammer under chincilla
chill the f-ck out ‘fore we kill ya
I’m no where near familar
live is realer when you’re speeding, weeding
locking house you need, my reality for the evening (evening)
when you’re at the top the bottom calls
every summer body drops, still right out there by the mall
pop my bands and buy it all
put my hands in front of coals
lot of grands than I’m involved
problem man, I’ll get it solved
spick and span no problem

Weed it up, tear it down,
thats how we roll (thats how we roll)
devil wanna take me now
but I aint going, too many already down, feel like I owe ‘em
front your head now than your pounds
show up to no-one
when I get to the top (the top)
all way to the top (the top)
I’ma sh-t on you than climb back down
just so I can sp-t on you
its pitiful (it’s pitiful)
the sh-t they do, when they get through

They used to count a n-gga out
remember that to this day
haven’t seen me since I made it
rather have it this way
hung up my Jersey for a minute now I’m back in the play
back in that zone where I’m snapping, rapping like back in the day
in New York city and now California
styling on you skinny n-gga from around the corner
then found the maurijuana in my 2k bomber
Benz or recline, man I arm her with my rear persona
and riot armour, work magic, dont make me try it on ya
halla Kasaam, cabaam, shazaam, now take cover fast as ya can
man, f-ck you sucka n-ggas and your RIP tatts
Southside, sleep, breath and eat that, we back
I had it hard, don’t call me lucky, call me lots of money
my flow aint from this time, more like 2 thousand twenty
bitch take the space up, back the f-ck up I’ma need some room
you know the order, bag ‘em, tag ‘em, let the G’s run through ‘em