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Lloyd Banks - Movie Scenes (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Lloyd
C. Lloyd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Getson
George Getson
Producer
Chris Deroux
Chris Deroux
Recording Engineer
Patrick Viala
Patrick Viala
Mixing Engineer
Larrence Miller
Larrence Miller
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Shout to Queens, paper gave me brolic jeans By routine, choose to take my Audemar, who's clean? Lotto dreams, workin' keeps my camos clean Closet king, when I die, I need a mausoleum Movie scenes, Rollie, Rolls, Gucci sleeves Louis V's, from New York to New Orleans Coupe the Beam's, the way I score two Kareems Super fiends need a double dose, two for means Rhyme deagle, pocket full of rooted evil Life's a gamble, I'm addicted, hittin' on online casino Drop a giant with my ego, movin' 'round illegal Time to Takeoff on these bitches, R.I.P. my favorite 'Migo With the timin' I'm a cheatcode, dollar sign peephole Hunnid miles and gunnin', run from nothin' but the RICO I'm a product of the people, though you can't be my equal You shitted on my come-up, won't be nowhere near my sequel, motherfucker Comma's comin' in, no more drama I'm a motherfuckin' big timer Flowers handed to me by the hour Honor got me money and the power (my nigga) China, Faux-Filet Mignon and lobster Designer, 580 my recliner Comma's comin' in, no more drama I'm a motherfuckin' big timer Uh, Ferrari dreamin', money trip, what time we leavin'? When I pop upon the scene, I make it feel like hoodie season Catch me go in when I'm peekin' A 100K my weekend, loaded pocket got me leanin' Funnel money like the deacon Why these dirty niggas speakin'? To me, they're barely breathin' Couple summers more I'm leavin', to the family I'm Keenan Since a youngin', ain't no teasin', my aura's for a reason You lose her for the evening, she gon' do somethin' indecent Dog, you said you were a demon? The fuck, you in the precinct Throw these niggas in the deep and they'll be information leakin' Kill the streets and leave 'em bleedin', I'm out committin' treason Ain't enough room from my ego, every vehicle I'm squeezin' Icy hand gone freezin', pantyhose weavin' Hole she's in, army here, my arm fatiguein' Don't go reachin', you'll be para-plegin' You slept on me already, now it's time that I get even, nigga Comma's comin' in, no more drama I'm a motherfuckin' big timer Flowers handed to me by the hours Honor got me money and the power (my nigga) China, Faux-Filet Mignon and lobster Designer, 580 my recliner Comma's comin' in, no more drama I'm a motherfuckin' big timer
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Christopher Lloyd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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