Текст Lloyd Banks – Change Lanes

Twenties oh, frame change lanes
Hundred roll getting to it, same thing
Need nothing need it all, main thing
Needed nothing need it all, main thing

I’m a monster with this mack’n if I catch her Ima get her
Club her up drag her back like a caveman nigga
Big account bigger party Ferrari dream I’m a dreamer
Make my source a disturbance you heard a rev when you seen her
I go to bed in my beamer right by my nina no beam
I’m beaming up on this buddha
Shooters all over the scene
I got these drugs in my stream
Skip the chance to get clean
My heart as cold as the slammer in Alexander Mc Queen
You don’t get hate by your money
Boy you ain’t make it done yet
My aura making em wet
I put your sink in a jet
Watch why the fuck you be grilling I got that hater effect
I got that black and that chrome and for my way to connect, yea
Calendar of pretty foreigns in my celly rear
Terror the telly, Kush and sour smoking everywhere
Chevy stare how these petty niggas getting here
They come and go throw my shit up watch em disappear, yea

Twenties oh, frame change lanes
Hundred roll getting to it, same thing
Need nothing need it all, main thing
Needed nothing need it all, main thing
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