
The Rush Lloyd Banks
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[Intro]
Nah, nah, I don't do all that talkin', man
It's one way or the other
You comin' or you gonna watch another bitch leave with me?
The way this shit go, I'm a fuckin' rap star
[Verse]
Fresh off of the plane I jets off in the Range
First class seat but the sweats costing the same
The rap game will bring stress, fortune, and fame
And slow drive-by's like when they aired out Kane
I'm like a S5-5 all glared out chain
They body me, you body them, don't go there out prayin'
My only wish is to find ya, catch ya
Lay ya ass on a stretcher, betcha, getcha, ass out the hood
All I got is rap for that, I spazz out for good
That's my income, it keeps me in Paz and Hollywood
I'm hardly home, when I leave the club the party gone
And I'm pissy off patrone, tryna' get ma home
My name Banks baby, I'm top rank lady
I gotta go, grab ya coat, bitch you ain't crazy
I skeet off, damn near rushin' to bend her over somethin'
And I'm bumpin', the volume's to the max and I'm frontin'
All of a sudden she's down on the humble for a feel
And I'm driftin in and out of lanes, fumblin' the wheel
A couple of miles later I be cummin' in her grill
Then it's back to the hotel to chill
Ma I give you the rush!
Nah, nah, I don't do all that talkin', man
It's one way or the other
You comin' or you gonna watch another bitch leave with me?
The way this shit go, I'm a fuckin' rap star
[Verse]
Fresh off of the plane I jets off in the Range
First class seat but the sweats costing the same
The rap game will bring stress, fortune, and fame
And slow drive-by's like when they aired out Kane
I'm like a S5-5 all glared out chain
They body me, you body them, don't go there out prayin'
My only wish is to find ya, catch ya
Lay ya ass on a stretcher, betcha, getcha, ass out the hood
All I got is rap for that, I spazz out for good
That's my income, it keeps me in Paz and Hollywood
I'm hardly home, when I leave the club the party gone
And I'm pissy off patrone, tryna' get ma home
My name Banks baby, I'm top rank lady
I gotta go, grab ya coat, bitch you ain't crazy
I skeet off, damn near rushin' to bend her over somethin'
And I'm bumpin', the volume's to the max and I'm frontin'
All of a sudden she's down on the humble for a feel
And I'm driftin in and out of lanes, fumblin' the wheel
A couple of miles later I be cummin' in her grill
Then it's back to the hotel to chill
Ma I give you the rush!
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