Lloyd Banks - Lead The Blind [Prod. By Formula 2] | Текст песни

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• Lead The Blind [Prod. By Formula 2]

Shorty got that look in her eyes
Like she ain't supposed to like me
You know women and lies
I'm seeing full with my 20/20
I brought my summer furry, buried in Gs
Now bitch please
You know me and her don't go
Together, we hardly know each other
We probably boned a few times in the model room
Took me for granted, can't get my time nor more
Stuck in the way all day, fucking with the lana flow
For her to go is necessary, made too big of a mess already
She made me never worry
Sister, take me out of your celly
Been mailing 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 about no Fendi
Been up in every neighborhood, Halle Berry
May they go wild with Cherri
Cherries and honey dripping
Sleep in a pile of pussy, wake up to money getting

[Hook]
You see the signs
She feels the heat coming off, she needs to shine
The crew goes too, hoes need to blind
I'll have my way with her time
Don't worry, girl, it's all in your mind
When over here unwind
I pray the way I'm living don't switch
I got a Black, White, Asian, and Dominican mix
We ever n the same coast she'll probably been in my grips
Showing pussy all on the flicks, I got the gift

[Verse 2]
A diamond bumped into me on the humble
Couldn't handle the prize, I caught the fumble
She's tugging my arm, little the scuffle
Somebodies got washed, collision crumble
She's leaving and ah! we hit the tunnel
There's chemistry in the car, I'm used to buckle
Easy as hell if they single, I'm used to double
Look at my ream, one hundred showers on my campaign
I beat it every day, every night is kicking champagne
You rookies don't rhyme right in the limelight
Motion picture vision, that's what's my minds like
Time for Banks to fly, they fucking with me
Cause I ain't going to lie, I pick'em
And roll, gone 'fore the make up dry
She got a thing for me, that's swarming and makes her lie
I drop her off later, the formula takes her out
Roll as I wave'em bye, normal when I don't get back
Don't hate the player, hate the pack
What's fucking with that?

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