Misery Lyrics Lloyd Banks

Mixtape: Cold Corner 2

[Verse 1 :LLoyd Banks]

Spendin' This Cake like im Hoopin' Im a Basket Case

Guardin' the Bank is a Long shot with Masking Tape

This my fuckin' Year Dog New Niggas gon' have to Wait

Bad Bitches and adresses , A Bachelors Fate

My shades Seven, My Chain Dumb , My Jacket Eight

Racks on the peddle yellow Bezel cause it match the plates

Banks Stick and move Boy , you blockin like winky wright

Ill have her on the sink with a wink nigga you blink she pipe

Jewler Got my neck, Wrist, and pinky bright

Shorty you ain't thinkin' like im thinkin' you ain't thinkin' right

Picture Me summer time wheelin' chrome huntin' something pretty down with the killa dome

Different women every night but im still alone I dont need the she-say fuckin' up my chillen zone

Two doors and jewels Half a million Shown , get her in the villa and im feeling on her silicone

That girl ain't shit if he knew he probably split a bone

Married so she mops me off in the car when her nigga home

Wet and wild groupie lovin in the tub bent countin' so much money up I dun rubbed off a thumb print

Im about a buck pimp soft leather tough bent im a trip to the movies every one in the club went

Im cookin' up a plot to get the guap brought my enterprise in the spot then set up shop


You niggas playin' im just sayin' you ain't gonna get no help out here you make the bed you lay in
Niggas tried to push me out I'mma make my way in sour D and Kush me out and im stayin'
You know there ain't nothin free if you here then you payin' you really shouldn't fuck with me
If you stare then im sprayin' misery loves company so we gonna put your name in
Once a snake always fake no explanin'

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Everybody’s petty for the feddi you get buried
Ain’t nobody worried we done been to hell and back
Boat plane helicopter let my sole propeller track
Niggas barkin' hardly flossin'just a soldier selling packs

Cult full of lyricists killin' shit I’m the mastermind
‘99 prepared buzz here like I traveled back in time
Everybody rappin’ like they ridin' I’m the traffic bomb
Tick tick boom on ya playa, who you passin' on?

Sure to pass ‘em when I beat it I ain’t greedy either
Send Mac slip the lil’ homies DVD it
G’s by the 40 got ya shorty actin' naughty
League full of shooters that’s lookin' to score before me

Bitch you know I’m sporty jewelry gaudy when you saw me
Only swim with the cap it ain’t mine take me to Maury
The goons got love for me pop the stories out ya baldy
Hope it’s worth a mil' maybe more when you record me


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