Lloyd Banks is an American rapper known for his skillful wordplay and distinctive voice. He gained fame as a member of the hip-hop group G-Unit alongside 50 Cent and Tony Yayo. As a solo artist, Lloyd Banks has released successful albums and mixtapes, establishing himself as a respected lyricist in the rap scene. With a loyal fanbase, he continues to be celebrated for his contributions to the hip-hop genre. Check out Lloyd Banks Celebrity Lyrics and Video here…
Lloyd Banks Celebrity Lyrics
I just touched down, Ferrari to concrete
I ain’t even home and they’re talking about me Fuck out my ear if you talking ’bout freedom nigger Free don’t pay the bills I’m ballin’ all out, b! You rappers don’t know me Nah I ain’t your homie If your name ain’t Em, Ferrari or Tony I like my wheel chromey My Bentley my Rolly My Magnum my forty South Jamaica shawty These losses I took in the gut yo The work’s still here, I’m just cooking it up slow Clear my mind, you whippin’ the truck load My Pop dead, but he live through his son though If rap ain’t work, I’ll be pimpin’ on some hoe Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow I’m back like crack over the drum roll You know, wherever I go the gun goWe on the grind (hey) all the time (hey)
Ain’t bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine I keep a nine, you see the shine I might just let your ass slide this time While I get this paper, paper While I get this paper, paper Cause I’m a celebrity (I don’t need none of y’all) Ghetto celebrity (Keep your punk-ass awards) I’m a celebrity (Take your fake smile off) Ghetto celebrity Ain’t nothing changed niggerThe media will test ya, popularity is pressure
Porche Panamera Platinum hammer through the metal Wreck the booth up, I’m too tough That inner city grammar Step your jewels up, they bruised up I’ll sparkle for the camera Harsh reality’s what (?) holding them back from opening Verbal attack all over these niggas, push the herd to the back I’m the kind that they pray on, spending half of their day on Lay on, niggas for days, just shots spray on My sound system knock and in pound Tupac 6-4 jumping like the ground too hot They spot me, they chase a nigga down two blocks Two shots in the air for niggas that ain’t here Two tone, two door, grey top, roof floor Green guap galore, in and out of new hall That bright light you saw, was a paparazzi flash I’m tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glassWe on the grind (hey) all the time (hey)
Ain’t bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine I keep a nine, you see the shine I might just let your ass slide this time While I get this paper, paper While I get this paper, paper Cause I’m a celebrity (I don’t need none of y’all) Ghetto celebrity (Keep your punk-ass awards) I’m a celebrity (Take your fake smile off) Ghetto celebrity Ain’t nothing changed niggerThere are enough insults in my head
To fill up a swear jar And have it overflowing so don’t get me going, don’t dare start You’ll never see me again, Amelia Earhart I’m poppin’ a wheelie off to a really unfair start I’m past grinding for me, guess I just be grounded up Like ground round or a pound of chuck Tightly wound as fuck Till the fire Marshall’s come shut Fire Marshall ground ’em up I guess you should just shut the fuck up And stop fucking around and duck I ain’t playing this time, I told you I’m not down for blunts To say I keep it 100 would probably sound redundant Like calling a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to suck And blowing your dick cock Is she up to screw and down to fuck It’s a man’s World and I’m trapped in a land of smut With a thousand sluts wrapped with muzzles Running through a house of mutts Other words I’m shutting up everyone one of you bitches mouth’s up And I’m watching my language if I tell you to kiss my fucking butt And ain’t shit changed, my shit still don’t stink player My farts may have become staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity Maybe my complexion became a little paler Poster job for white trash, I’m a garbage pale kid sailor Yeah, see me up all in your bitch means I’ma rape her, All I got for these hoes is dick duck tape and a stapler So bitch you better look for table scraps to scrape her I don’t subscribe to the news or the free press but homie I get the paper!Readers May Also Like:
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