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[Lloyd Banks:] I'm chillin' nigga Lloyd fuckin Banks nigga Ya'll know me You can't handle me [Verse: Lloyd Banks] I don't know why the fuck ya'll rappin' for To sound like Banks you got to practice more I done told ya'll before I'll crack ya jaw Yeah I'm shittin' what you think Exlax is for? Rub it up I don't like to hit the mattress raw It don't matter if you ghetto or a actress whore Why you actin' like you never been slapped before? You must ain't ever been slapped before We all stars and we all got gats to draw Cognac by the gallon and packs of raw I'm a turtle package you couldn't ask for more When my shit drop niggas 'gon attack the store I'm that raw You don't wanna see the tool kit I'll put chalk around ya head like a pool stick I have a new chick That'll make you drool quick I'm still sonin' niggas that I went to school with Niggas know I'm sick Letras de cancionesI ain't got to prove shit I'm a slick mouth nigga with a smooth lip 'Bout to rule shit Thats right give it up Banks 'bout to live it up New house ribbon cut I don't give a fuck Only reason why I'm here is cause I deliver cuts I hit yours you don't wanna give ya liver up Break it down roll it up Light the brown bubble gum Drinkin' 'till I'm throwin' up Ya'll smokin' dro or what? I'm still growin' up Fuck all that forever shit Big drops is what I better get All leather shit While you on that pleather shit My niggas together thick Game, I'm ahead of it I make the weather switch As the days go by I'm gettin' better bitch I'm a fuckin' problem you can't edit this Step back before we pop 'till your sweater rips I'm a vet at this Ya'll niggas cheddar-less Hennessey and Streter grips Think about sluggin' me You gotta hit L and T-O- double D From Letras Mania