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Lloyd Banks

Shut Your Bloodclot Mouth, Pt. 2

 

Shut Your Bloodclot Mouth, Pt. 2

(album: 5 And Better Series Vol. 4: 4.30.09 (Happy Birthday) - 2009)


Shut ya bloodclot mouth
Shut ya bloodclot mouth
Shut ya bloodclot, shut ya, shut
Shut ya bloodclot mouth

Uh, greedy
Chilling by the building with' graffiti
Fuck how you been feeling nigga, see me when you see me
Yellow Lamborghini, gleamy, the lean meany
I just met her early, bet I get in her easy
Balling in the heart of my hood, I'm like PeeWee
Kirkland, when I'm working I look like I'm on TV
Ya bitch fine like the product out the strainer
Hopping out her character cause I'm a entertainer
I crack the whip, you won't be able to tame her
I been all around her walls, like a painter
I ride, walk and talk like a player
And my face all over the street, like the mayor
Ganging, moving 'round with iron in the cars
The jelly, cause I'm better than giant with the bars
AMG'ing and I'm flying from the Sarge'
Car hopper, young Kobe Bryant on a broad
Please, it ain't no denying I go hard
Beast, motherfucking lion in the yard
I am no facade, underground lying like a God
Riding like a don, UFO high and do the job
Excuse me, I'll make you a movie
You looking at the wrong neck, you looking for jewlery
Cool as AC cause the heat secure me
Fly everyday like it's Easter early
Water-blue Beamer, let's surf
You can be sick, flu, fever... I'm worse
Get in front the light, see who see the line first
I'm a soldier, colder, Vietnam the verse
Truth hurts, and ya'll far from the mafia
Fuck music, the graveyard got a spot for ya
We gon' do him like Joe, just sloppier
Open ya beady eyes, the whole world mocking ya
Sharper than the lens on binocular
Let them niggas fill you up with gas, I'm popping ya
Ride thru the city with the illi
Bet they won't say shit, Milli and Vanilli
I ain't gotta put a penny on a kitty
Made nigga, living like a Willie
And I ain't gotta come back, I brung 'em with me
If you think something sweet, hit the street... come get me
Or

Shut ya bloodclot mouth
Shut ya bloodclot mouth
Shut ya bloodclot mouth
Shut, shut ya bloodclot mouth
Shut ya bloodclot mouth
Shut ya bloodclot mouth
Shut ya bloodclot, shut ya, shut
Shut ya bloodclot mouth
Uh!

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