I’ll Be Back Lloyd Banks
"I'll Be Back" by Lloyd Banks, released in 2016, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of resilience, ambition, and personal struggles. The lyrics reflect Banks' journey through challenges and his determination to rise again. The song features a melodic beat with introspective verses, showcasing his lyrical prowess. Its emotional depth resonates with fans, emphasizing the importance of perseverance.
[Hook]
Hundred dollar billin’, quater million on my car
Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow
Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow
Audi, Bentley, brand new Aston mar’
Everything I smoke’s potent you can smell it from a far
Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow
Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow
Purple, Hindu, chronic by the jar
[Verse 1]
Ahh, so you like gin and jello
Baby girl shake like she shake it for dinero
Bitches rush the sides for my silho(uette)
Wet neck got my temperature below zero
Fifty grand earlobe, and a pound for a pillow
You met a lot of models, I know how they feel though
Asian and Brazil hoe, touching me where the steel go
Hits of that real dro like a Holyfield blow
Got doe? Dido, it’s coming by the kilo
Unlucky nigga widowed when I’m lowering my window
Got the biggest cross you done seen thus far
A star, rolling usually out the jar, plush car
Subpar ass niggas getting aggy out the mouth
When the wolves on you’re gonna have
To drag him out the house, drag him in a cell
Snitch made for ratting I can tell
Wiring their chest, squeezing all the traffic to the cell
Hundred dollar billin’, quater million on my car
Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow
Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow
Audi, Bentley, brand new Aston mar’
Everything I smoke’s potent you can smell it from a far
Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow
Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow
Purple, Hindu, chronic by the jar
[Verse 1]
Ahh, so you like gin and jello
Baby girl shake like she shake it for dinero
Bitches rush the sides for my silho(uette)
Wet neck got my temperature below zero
Fifty grand earlobe, and a pound for a pillow
You met a lot of models, I know how they feel though
Asian and Brazil hoe, touching me where the steel go
Hits of that real dro like a Holyfield blow
Got doe? Dido, it’s coming by the kilo
Unlucky nigga widowed when I’m lowering my window
Got the biggest cross you done seen thus far
A star, rolling usually out the jar, plush car
Subpar ass niggas getting aggy out the mouth
When the wolves on you’re gonna have
To drag him out the house, drag him in a cell
Snitch made for ratting I can tell
Wiring their chest, squeezing all the traffic to the cell
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