Temptation

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Lloyd Banks - Rap, In English

Temptation

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[Intro] Yeah, that's it 17, loaded clip Got anything you fuck with, I'm the shit right out the zip, uh I'll be chilling hardly make it hard for you forget [Verse 1] The little rap feuds petty Hand on the wheel, shoe steady Talk with the crooks, new celly I like my kush blueberry I'm lightening, hooks, proof deadly Excited looks, crews envy Making your moves don't play me close might be a juxs too friendly Line up the babies and all the smother the culture vultures Plenty paper for all when I get the bogus over Electrifying desires severely vault the soldier You gon' need a kin you cross him, foolery results in coma Running the pack on my solo, usually poor controller You kidding me, dope epitome call my sculpture colder Drugs been a blur, if I could only relive the moment sober Diamonds and fur, my whole life I'm a set and stoner Shine I concur, send my obstacle I'm steppin over Grind I prefer, by the throne right by my first diploma Shoutouts to Kur, you gotta a lot of stupid questions don't ya Slid my LP on niggas make me a poster, uh [Chorus] Tempted by the fast life Shook the ave twice In it for the long run, fake love ain't gon' last right Your drifted slowly and beginning business owe me Where the loser leaves they legacy The winner takes the trophy, uh Oh now you want the fast life Trips to paradise, this shit ain't gon' just fall on you Hope you getting your cash right Line your movement, do your shit you gotta prove it You don't know what the fuck it took to get here, how I'ma lose it [Verse 2] You ain't moving like a street nigga, be in your phone The industry's energy's dead to me rather leave it alone Lovely dreams are heat spraying, you speak cologne Anything that you can't leave, leave it outta there leave it home I left a mark on my entrance Didn't event know this shit dancing by land mines Should be minding your business A request for more wishes, down on my wish list Fucking shit up ridiculous, deep pockets and lit wrist Born over a chump automatically raised badly Gotta be fighting all the hood boys, maggie like trey daddy Figured stupidy from those that came at me Bitch I'm frozen, chain classy, clips of purple planes pass me Knock 'em out send 'em off to the same taxi Sneakers smoke on all the track, the feedback is you can't catch me You don't think they gon' want it with you exactly 'nap an MC out the city and let him out on the back streets [Chorus] Tempted by the fast life Shook the ave twice In it for the long run, fake love ain't gon' last right Your drifted slowly and beginning business owe me Where the loser leaves they legacy The winner takes the trophy, uh Oh now you want the fast life Trips to paradise, this shit ain't gon' just fall on you Hope you getting your cash right Line your movement, do your shit you gotta prove it You don't know what the fuck it took to get here, how I'ma lose it

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  • Lloyd Banks