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Ayo whassup you know who the fuck this is This the kid BANKS, ya heard me The number one fuckin draft pick in any hood.. G-G-G-UNIT! Banks bout to bubble like crushed grapes I don't give a fuck wait but bring my cut late and its duct tape My hearts colder than upstate So I ain't got time for relationships gimme a slut date I'm far from sweet but cant get enough cake Nigga I put you on yo ass like tough brakes Bitch you be rich if you could spend babys I disrespect niggas, call men ladies Where I'm from the guns sound like m-80s Timbs all year, black brown and gravy Banks got a gun to back down the navy So if you owe me, get smacked down and pay me I'm honest it ain't no lies Nigga I don't even eat in restaurants if it ain't no fries I throw combos - six, fours, and fives Don't put ya hand out, if it four or five These rap niggas following me like tour guides Talkin gangsta, like they got more lives I pound out pussy leave 'em wit sore thighs Nigga I been fuckin wit tits before eyes You might see me in the shit the store hides Letras de cancionesI don't care I punch niggas wit four eyes Every bar takes away a little more pride I got somethin for big small and tall guys We might pull up in big small or tall rides Might pull up and put a bullet in your ride Niggas want it wit Banks even the whores tried I put something in ya gut through ya doors slide Fuck a tux, i never fall in love with them clothes I'm ghetto, Timberland bubble gum souls I done seen girls turn to double dumb hoes Then they get pregnant, another one grows Haters must wanna see a brother gun blow Get at me the kid with the number one flow If its more than one hoe, sit back and blow me And argue over my balls like Shaq and Kobe Yall know me, relax twist back the droey Yak and moey, fuck around and yap ya roley Yall don't want problems so you give me dap to show me Nuttin but cop lovers runnin wit Axel Foley Yall aint got no aim buncha sloppy sprayers Hittin up the wall more than hockey players Niggas, thought I was sweet, they jock me later Get ya own shit why you wanna copy hater I'm a big dog you puppy chow Always wanna fuck me now cuz they hear my name like they puffy trial That nigga got a bad temper plus he foul Blowin dro hand picked from a pluffy spout From Letras Mania