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Lloyd Banks

Unexplainable

 

Unexplainable

(アルバム: H.F.M. 2 (The Hunger For More 2) - 2010)


Here's where I go in, back on the dough route
More money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that'd bring the hoes out
Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout
Neck, wrist froze out, top-fiver, no doubt
Talk 'bout what you got now, old money don't count
Back wit'cha cake out and quit running your mouth
It's something flammable, my hunger is unexplainable

Cool people, Knievel in my alter-ego
Zero tolerance, we strapped wherever we go
Wife repo, about a mil and a half, ki hole
Bite marks from you slugs on tracks and kilos, three those
Hold my P's Q's and my G hoes
G-g-gee whiz, my rise like a superhero's
Four-five ceelo, look how good I reload
Right back at you bitch ass niggas, abide the G code
Click-clack, deep hole, the industry Debo
We built these niggas ground up, why would they figure we fold?
Figure fours on the competition
I Yoke 'Em, tell me you joking
My flow is like the levees open
Foreign trips, four to five zips, heavy smoking
Problem tips, forty-five clips, Chevy smoking
He put all he got into this, I bet he make it
Ain't gotta give me shit, I'ma take it

Uh
Here's where I go in, back on the dough route
More money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that'd bring the hoes out
Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout
Neck, wrist froze out, top-fiver, no doubt
Talk 'bout what you got now, old money don't count
Back wit'cha cake out and quit running your mouth
It's something flammable, my hunger is unexplainable

Here's how I show out
Even though I rap I'm with niggas that move the blow out
Let him pull the dough out
You can make it rain but I'd rather make it snow out
Run up in your crib with the big four-four out
Here's how I show out
Watch when I show up getting chips off the strip with the piff and the blowup
I'ma kill the block and then leave when it slow up
Get your mind popped off for a sign that you throw up
I just want a lamp to see the weed plants grow up
Niggas get that money, legal or illegally
Bullets put these niggas right where they need to be
Bitches never leaving me, Porsche pull off easily
Back on the dough route, grams and the O's out
Ki and the pound wrapped, nigga where your pound at?
Top-five in the booth, top-five on the stoop
You can fuck around and I'll pop five in your coupe

Uh
Here's where I go in, back on the dough route
More money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that'd bring the hoes out
Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout
Neck, wrist froze out, top-fiver, no doubt
Talk 'bout what you got now, old money don't count
Back wit'cha cake out and quit running your mouth
It's something flammable, my hunger is unexplainable

Ugh
Getting money dances and twenty five chances
My camp is crazy as the new Black Panthers
Brush toward the canvas as I stroke my ego
Rap Picasso with my eyes closed, a size that [?] with people
Spark Cohibas while I snicker at the non-believers
I break the heart in hoes, I gave my heart to sneakers
I owe my life to Jesus, put my faith in God
I got a thing for beaches, getting my favorite job
Pain happens, young, scarred, that's what made us hard
Money, drugs, guns ain't facade, shorty, play your part
I'm part of the lucky to leave the park
Living luxurious, lady layer that's my art

Uh
Here's where I go in, back on the dough route
More money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that'd bring the hoes out
Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout
Neck, wrist froze out, top-fiver, no doubt
Talk 'bout what you got now, old money don't count
Back wit'cha cake out and quit running your mouth
It's something flammable, my hunger is unexplainable

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