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TRILLARY BANKS - LAST MAN STANDING
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trillary Banks
Trillary Banks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trillary Banks
Trillary Banks
Lyrics
Shadow
Shadow
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shadow
Shadow
Producer

Lyrics

Any two block is (block is...) Mad, get mad (get mad, get...) Yeah, you know that (you know that...) Throw with the stainless (stainless, stainless...) Any, any two block is real 'round here Gyal get mad, get pure 'round here Yeah, you know the deal 'round here Nigga throw with the stainless steel Guess who's back with a bang Pull up, "Pah, pah" anywhere, any man Real hot gyal ting when I step with the gang Got talk on the net, real life, hella brand Me nuh love talk too much (you see it) Don't mix my name with sh- (you see it) Dem gyal love talk breeze, breeze Love act bad but they could never be it Now I got 'nuff snakes comin' out of the woodworks Huh, like I ain't on footwork Soon as I rise my ting everybody switch up Before you cross me you should look first Cah I ain't no idiot gyal Coulda never war with that idiot gyal Watch myself, mi nuh pree no gyal In this rap ting I don't see no gyal that could match me So don't mix me, been out here long time No dixi see me in Brixton Like Rixie, or shellin' at a show like chippie Flow so skimpy, influencer so sickly Tough like my hair, so picky, still Don't change the fact them gyal on my sons, unwanted, pick me Gyal stand up, are you wid me? Step in a dance, get shot down quickly Shellin' out a ting, new nickname, Litney 'Cause he love the crack like Whitney Baby hit me one more time, no Britney You wanna go down under like Sydney I ain't no waiter, you ain't gotta tip me Load up the sh-, two shells in your kidney (rah!) I'll be the last one standin' Don't lie, you all woulda banged him You ain't ready for what Trills got landin' None of my ops ain't got talk on the landin' It's Trillary Banks, bitch! Laughin' all the way to bank, bitch Bad up the scene like a bandit My time to shine, God planned it, huh .44 big like the bars that I spit And everybody know that my bras are legit Trilly come through, crash carn' on a bitch Any one of them me have cum pon mi hip No wastegyal, only star on mi ship Badder than who? Haffi pardon a bit ('scuse me) Everyting locked off, I fi pardon the strip Used to move work, can't pull for a tick, like Where the money then, my youth? I know any you cyaan drown my zute Cyaan walk a mile in my high-heel boots Real hot, gyal pull up in her drop-top Coop' Banks come through, every ting done Gyal get bun when I drown my gun You might win some but you just lost one And I rep L.C. never beg London, it's real You know the deal, stainless steel Gyal get peeled, where I come from we don't share no meals It's a dog-eat-dog world, 'nuff man get killed Rum get's spilled, Henny on the rocks, yeah I like it chilled Never got met, my girl got Trilled If I make it, tell her live, you haffi grow, I'm built Naw stuck 'til I make them meals Any two block is, block is... Mad, get mad, get mad... Yeah, you know the deal 'round here Niggas roll with the stainless steel 'round here Any, any two block is real 'round here Gyal get mad, get pure 'round here Yeah, you know the deal 'round here Niggas roll with the stainless steel (rah!) I'll be the last one standin' Don't lie, you all woulda banged him You ain't ready for what Trills got landin' None of my ops ain't got talk on the landin' It's Trillary Banks, bitch! Laughin' all the way to bank, bitch Bad up the scene like a bandit My time to shine, God planned it, huh I'll be the last one standin' Don't lie, you all woulda banged him You ain't ready for what Trills got landin' None of my ops ain't got talk on the landin' It's Trillary Banks, bitch! Laughin' all the way to bank, bitch Bad up the scene like a bandit My time to shine, God planned it (Shadow on the beat, shadow on the beat...)
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