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• Artiste: Lloyd Banks
• Titre: Payback (P's And Q's)
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[feat. 50 Cent] [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Uh, I meet my [?] at the corner store [?] rapping out here, I just want it more Turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar Bagged a hundred [?] last year, just bagged a hundred more They hatin' but everything that goes, comes back sticky green fun pack Jewellery make me hump back Back packers want that and they ain't bout the diamonds [?] He gon commercial, who you think they rhyming with I got the drama kid and my Obama whip Running up on my stage, Lil mama shit Ugh, lil mama thick And my time is slim Come bout thirty minutes after I put the condom in [Chorus: 50 Cent] Gettin' to the dough Louie on my foot Put the metal to the floor, is all a nigga know Payback don't come around disrespecting We don't take that I'm on my leathers every second And my hearts so cold I don't trust a soul It's funny how the bullshit goes you never know Payback don't come around disrespecting We don't take that I'm on my leathers every second [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] They crown me with the punch hat, who better? I hit red skins, smoke green and spit blue pepper Benz blue leather, Jet cool weather Cool meaning hot So I don't need the top Camn down, breath and stop Start and I'm a skip your pulse Mister my life's the shit Calamari shrimp and boats C-notes, 5 ferrari, different coast I'm a suits em up probably ain't gotta lift my toes I shut my dogs on 'em like Jehova witness I done made it to the top like I said I told you bitches They don't really want me they just want my riches So motherfuck the law, firends, cousins and sisters [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] I turn the club to TV, come dancing with the stars Than I'm in ya ear, in her ear, amping a menage Nigga make the money, but never knew how it felt In a hundred pair pants, that's a hundred different belts Dress kills, chronic helps Pussy just for the moment Ballin' like a Hornet See I get it, I want it Everybody knows, heat hurts you got to show me first Magician, but I can turn them to a Holy Ghost You can bring two, three, four of them, the wars won Tick tock boom, make 'em all run, come on son Big talks just talk, I let my money bark Put my Ferrari in park, give them a running start Go, cause I don't feel a single drop of pressure No, [?] strap foreign guap collector He better stop all the hate, he know my ends straight I clap your girl make the bed break, leak the sex tape [Chorus]