Super Crack Lyrics - The Cold Corner 2 - Lloyd Banks

Tension in the spot now, South side in the house 

Pretty fucking pops when I get topped right on the couch 

Bitches eyes popping, Cause I popped in unannounced 

I am fresh from the dealer, We gonna inhale a whole ounce 

Full accounts, pouring the King bubbly love me 

Three at a time juggling, me covered in snuggies 

Diamond rings and blondie flings, I'm fly as Armani wings 

Crack flow and I'm on that Marley Green, 

I'm Charlie Sheen, winning 

Turn the VIP into sinnin', that last round got me spinning 

But I wake up with these women, lingerie eating bombs away 

Make up on the linen, 6 rounds, revolver day 

Break her when I get in, Game spitter, my mind deep I take these bitches swimming 

Fuck them love them forget them, let the naked pictures get them 

Good chronic for hard living and exotic cars driven 

Bar sitting, star shitting, when my album starts shipping 

Trip on we ain't tripping, So much money we tipping 

Bitches and bottles popping, Boy left foot is forbidden 

Benjamins with no limit, Spend them soon as we get them 

Take them back to the future, it's feeling like the beginning 

I'm back, back to the top with it, drop kidded 

Ey' day on that bullshit, the block did it 

Uhh, so I guess I owe you one, Now watch how I get some 

Upgrading all gears, gearing up for the summer 

Stalkers from the winter, Now tearing them up with the lumber 

I wonder if I get that feeling before my numbers 

Called for me to go under, through four seasons a stunta 

No need for a pun, to create a hit, make it stick 

Take the flick, front and flicking ashes off my favorite whip 

Boom Bap from Bentleys making the neighbors sick 

They rather me in a coffin, cuz I'm horsing shit 

New year, I'mma bring it in like the old me 

Frozie, rats by the shell where the hoes be 

We drinking all night, reflect on it the morning after 

Your girl of beauty, I met, charmed, and autographed her 

The more the millions of dollars, the more the laughter 

Four wheelers, Impalas, I'm balling past ya 

Only himself can stop him, he got the town popping 

Rubber band snapping, I land and hit the ground shopping 

Trip on we ain't tripping, So much money we tipping 

Bitches and bottles popping, Boy left foot is forbidden 

Benjamins when I'm in it, Spend them soon as we get them 

Take them back to the future, its feeling like the beginning 

I'm back, back to the top with it, drop kidded 

Calm down that bullshit, the block did it 

Uhh, so I guess I owe you one, Now watch how I get some 

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