Текст песни AraabMuzik - Love Me In The Hood

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Жанр: Hip-Hop / Instrumental
Исполнитель: AraabMuzik
Альбом: Instrumental University
Длительность: 03:34
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Its banks nigga South side love They love me in the hood [Verse 1: LLoyd Banks] Cold since my man died, over thats a damn lie Boy you smoking dust got these niggas by a landslide Uh I got them niggas by a rocket ship I hit the afterburner Ike Turner how I drop a bitch I’m so far ahead I’m already dead Getting at you from the future thats why I’m used to what you said Wait until you see the new Superhead She got the turbo wop, hop karma sutra in the bed I got ya yard on my card, back to future with the bread I pull ya card you a fraud, hope they shot you in ya head Boy your pockets in the red, you fronting and your style phony Every day a trending topic keep the pound on me Exotic women, heavy lenin, thats how I’m living The punch line king, on the run from Robin Givens Every week a nigga leak a bunch of robbings killings F-ck a hater make a million let survival feed him [Hook: LLoyd Banks] Still stand where I stood, they love me the hood Them bitches talking about me, thats how you know I’m doing good Understood I’m good they love me in the hood Understood I’m good they love me in the hood I’m in love with money I don’t love these hoes I love to get paper and spend it on these clothes Do you here me? Understood I’m good they love me in the hood Understood I’m good they love me in the hood [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Be in here with the weapons on, blink get ya necklace torn Hef the don, f-cking on ya sister like escaborn Escalade eyes bloody red like I have been paper sprayed Sex for exercise bitches screaming like I step on stage I get busy dough from here to Quebec I’m paid F-cking since a kid, then grab weed borret soon braids I know the neighbors hate my guts I be recking them My seconds make a twirler stay for months fuck the wrestling Protects ya neck again like Rae and Meth and ‘em I’m excellent you full of estrogen with a freshman’s pen You couldn’t cloud my intelligence with elegance I’ll never flinch whip game like they threw the elephants I’m heaven sent living vicariously through these presidents Done worked my whole life to get two, I’ve been spending ever since Gg kush bags couldn’t find a better stench Fly like D. Wilkins and Kemp shootin the bench [Hook] [Verse 3: LLoyd banks] Big city to country all the pretty bitches wants me Tote tags for trying to jump me, gun smoking like a junkie Frying pan man turn ya head into a gumbie When I’m hungry ain’t a a humble bum, picture a nigga summy Sunny everywhere shocked they let you in scummy every year Pick a spot I’m heavy there, liquor poppin everywhere F-cking dimes or something, my aura got the telly scared All problems aborted, sons and daughter on your belly smeared Rapped in fire black attire she’s the appetizer Humming on my trail all day ima clap her after china Mr. No Good hood is ever acid rhymer Shorty fly as hell about 11 levels past Cubana I’m honored, loaded lama niggas hate ya honor Donna Karen, Sharen, Chanel in my hotel All the snickering, I’m running through this money till the trip is done I meet it at the bottom with my niggas son [Hook]
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