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lead the blind - lloyd banks lyrics

(verse)
shorty got that look in her eyes
like she ain’t supposed to like me
you know women and lies
i’m seeing fools with my 20/20 zels
on within sweater
i brought a summer feli buried in g’s
now b-tch please
you know me and i don’t go
together we hardly know each other
we probably boned a few times in the model room
took me for granted, too me time to mold
stuck in the way all day, f-cking with the lana flow
so for her to go is necessary, made too big of a mess already
hit you maybe never worry
sister take me out of your celly
and there was so much the house is steady
you get back what you put in
and i ain’t going to vouch for many
i’m in the mouth of plenty
pity it ain’t bout no feny
but he went up and nearly
neighborhood halle berry
n-gg- go out with cherry, cherries and honey trippin
sleep in a pile of p-ssy, wake up to money getting

(hook)
you see the signs
she feels the heat coming
knows she needs to shine
the crew goes too, hoes need the blind
i’m gon have my way with them in time
don’t worry girl, it’s all in your mind
when over here you unwind
i pray the way i’m living don’t switch
i got a black-white asian and dominican mix
we have been in the same car, she probably been in my grips
showin p-ssy all on your flix, i got the gift

(verse)
a diamond but they see me on the humble
couldn’t handle the prize, i caught the fumble
she’s chugging my arm, middle the scuffle
somebody got walls, collision crumble
she’s leaving it uh, we hit the tunnel
it’s chemistry in the car, i loose the buckle
easy as h-ll to stay single, i‘m used to double
look at my lean, hundred showers on my campaign
mami there every day, hey lady’s kickin champagne
you rookies don’t rhyme right in the limelight
motion picture vision – that’s what my mind’s like
time for bangs to fly
he f-ckin with me? cuz i ain’t gon lie
i’m pickin then roll gone for the make up drive
she got a thing for me that’s warm and i mix a lot
i drop her off later, the formula takes you out
wrong when i’m waving by
normal i don’t get back
don’t hate the playa, hate the pack
what’s f-ckin with that?

- lloyd banks lyrics

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