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Fly Like The Wind Lyrics - Artist : Banks, Lloyd
If it ain't the whip, its the jewels
New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna choose The hammers always workin, we in here with the tools Fitty on the fifth seven hundred on the shoes I gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twos I gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that cool We spendin cash over here you a swiper You beefin' on the internet I ain't a big typer I make her think I like her You wifin' yellow ice so when the problems start it up boy you just a pedal biker Queens in this bitch, clean in the six (series) New york city nigga I don't like no team but the Knicks Only Giant take Jets, baguettes gleam off the wrists G-coded fully loaded, gat and beam on the trips Stuntin in the Rover, Gucci Polo, Nike timbo's show Hatians hella know, money stretch out like a limo though Banks flow is stupid, his raps get me smothered I get guap around the world girl my stacks multi-colored UH Private lanes, we ain't gotta land to change planes Poppin hella tums, tryna kick the champagne pains Blockin out my haters with designer name-frames Poker face, giggling inside at ya fake chains If it ain't the whip, its the jewels New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna choose The hammers always workin, we in here with the tools Fitty on the fifth seven hundred on the shoes I gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twos I gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that cool Check me out Hey Baby wassup You know Harlem in the Building its finna to get Splashy I'm into knockin bitches off (Uhhhhh), knockin bitches out (Tyson) When it comes to bricks or soft (Ballinnn) We got em in a drought I got the lambo whippin off (Vroom), the tires skiddin out (Ahhhhhh) When a nigga lift the doors, a fly nigga gettin out (Goooo) HUH my chain swinging like a haymaker (Get em) This is vampire life, we the daybreakers (RRRRRRR) If you wanna bet your luck you spend a day in Vegas (Skake em up) But if you wanna fuck with us you might make the papers (Think about it) Trying to watch the roof crumble like a piece of paper (Wooooooo) And they better watch they step like Anita Baker (Easyyyy) I gave the watch face bo-tox shots (Chillll) And my neck keep me cool in all the hot spots If it ain't the whip, its the jewels New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna choose The hammers always workin, we in here with the tools Fitty on the fifth seven hundred on the shoes I gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twos I gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that cool I got a lot to prove, you lose matter of time My swagger eyed and news you fools mad at my shine Hoppin down the avenues, new jewels back on the grind Run up on us with ya lil cute tools, your out your mind Niggas copycating, ain't that flow familiar Ghetto still lobby packing when I go Brazil Ain't no bitches snotty actin you not broke they feel ya 2-11 wood grain willa, bentley overkill Uh my chick as nasty as it gets You think I walk around with beads on, how they be flashin tits My shorty cookin clean, handle magic tricks Make it clap, gag spit, miss me with the average bitch Reefer baby, Air jordan made me sneaker crazy Never been a cuffer, hit and duck her, you can keep ya lady Blue Heffner heartbreaker, only speakers play me New mercedes, 180 my whole fleet is crazy If it ain't the whip, its the jewels New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna choose The hammers always workin, we in here with the tools Fitty on the fifth seven hundred on the shoes I gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twos I gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that cool |
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