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1, 2, 3 grind - lloyd banks lyrics

[verse 1: lloyd banks]
wordplay in the worst way
earthquake, n-ggas is shook, ash in my purp tray
20′s on benz day, lincoln on thursday
highday, full fever leaving off the driveway
cheeba got my mind grey, diva bottle entree
cooler than a cooler, armed like a padre
ya baby momma dream about the god
i let her hit the b-tton fingers startin up the car
style when i sleep, sl!cker when i hit the street
greens pillin’ up, body builder when i lift the beat
my weed sour my b-tches sweet
marine style but my sh-t discrete
watch me make the flip repeat
i don’t trick or treat, but so halloween
michael myers with the fire trip holla scream
i gotta lotta cream, and a solid team
it’s like i’m playin solitare
i don’t see a challenge here, yeaaah

[hook]
money movin on the dime
ready 1…2…3 grind
n-ggas better give me mine
about my funds, top down
ready for the shine
gettin to it so inline
i’m influenced by the gold
i do it if i tried
i’mma get ’em every time
ready 1…2…3…grind!

[verse 2: prodigy]
you know there’s rules that you following
and tools get the hollow point
poppin’ at these fools
these dudes get their narrow -ss deceased
i terminate, unleash the purly gate
put that work in than i spin like a 38
all around the world, back around the world twice
f-cking with the internash infamous paradigm
catch your b-tch on the line at the concert
i’m gonna take advantage of this opportunity time
i’m the worst of the worst, vultures
come on slime, you ain’t never in your life never life like mine
this is grand theft audio, you just a petty crime
in my parade of hits, get confetti on my shine
you soft like spaghetti, i’m harder than a whale d-ck
clap a n-gga real quick, falling outta line like
1 2 3 they will be dropping like dominoes, vamonos
i show you how to die, it’s career suicide must be on that crack high
coming at me diagonally, the f-ck you on your mind f-ck be on you n-ggas brains
it seems you wish death
yo blow, these n-ggas playin’ games ready for flesh

[verse 3: lloyd banks]
big chain photo, still beaming when you see me
hfm in 3d, hood beemer bump my cd
i’mma a creep, do some foul sh-t every week
f-ck my shawty sister, left her lipstick all in my sheets
stay low i’m on that numb sh-t, hit and bounce sh-t
i’m looking for a minaj they looking for a sponsor
opposite of bubblegum rap, i chew the track
all 4 of my pockets fat, like new york city rat
brighter than my jewelery i’m in line with the stars
i’m from mars, i’m bad stacking domino broads
living large, you gon need 500 bars
when we drive, make bouji b-tches climb in the cars
wheels spin the street off, porsche peel with the feet off
the haters still hating it ain’t hard to tell that he lost
in need of defrost, brick ? this sh-t old
play with me get hospitaled or wife widowed

- lloyd banks lyrics

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