The Sprint Lyrics - V6: The Gift - Lloyd Banks

Had the game ironic ive been balling all week 

Sat down high as ever at my floor seat 

These is forty four hundred gotta give me four feet 

Four rounds, bout to make a jewelry store sweep 

Chocolate eye candy gotta pick up all sweet 

Tag contract can't keep these bitches off me 

I rap scary, Marry marry me and you a couple 

Im strap really keep your family with a louie duffle 

Ain't too many of my level only knew a couple 

Play swag and fly steady when you the buckle 

We eat like the mob you on a tuna struggle 

Less talk, let's do the puzzle 

Hey yeah I got to shot somebody 

I got the bad girls flocking me ass 

Dropping and poppin' marty 

The king is down, you an impostor bummy 

Champagne impostor on a block are on me 

It ain't no stopping mommy, and know I'm single still 

Kingdom on the hill got a fleet over hills 

My flows on pills, red beams with the cells 

Beaming up, gotta clear my head just to chill 

Borrow some movies sex scene I see the film 

Fill a filthy mouth with that ass on the couch 

Ceremony I'm ridin' leather chromey 

You hoes will never know me 

Think I'm doing better alone me 

Big will, no pockey, no type like Grenoble 

Blowing out the pitchers stones block out the rolley 

Honey gotta fed her so her feast is all spits 

Stuck my fingers in her pussy made her taste her own shit 

I ain't got a wool a bottle fill you wanna dry yeah 

You are all clear, living a hundred on my eye real 

Die real, use your might here, right in Times Square 

Bomb scare, kicking it in my eastern around here 

My heart is all black, body all hacked 

While they hold flash, party mob slash 

Martyr grown, hard speaker 

Now the language always in the foreign corner 

Cardiac, I'm an A team, if I appear gotta be by year 

I swear, I catch her favourite rapper tryin' to sprint back here 

Will be a neck game like a sprint I swear 

When another niggers fade I'ma be right here 

I'm looking at the nigger in the mirror on my single to be clearer 

And this hard as ass driller, I'm just bringing you the thriller 

Menage avec the swiller, hope the others even realer 

It's only bedroom, and the IR when I drill her 

High likes like the Eiffel I know it clips 

Everything you take her back stick to V6 

You goons already lose let's make it happen 

Been cashing here the fattest ass 

Hear a nigga clapping 

I'm always getting it, this time I'll over get it 

So all then hold the blizzard, throw of the pivot 

My flow's frigid, yeah it's my frozen style 

Big spinning balls like the golden child 

They say they want to eat, neck down they flee 

Chill one day, 6 times in a week 

Creep, I see my haters at the crossroads 

No heart, got bitches stripping on the north pole 

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