Bring It Back Lyrics

by Lloyd Banks

Small paper, forget it. Big money, I'm with it.
I'm smoking good, you can smell it through, I got hella dough, come and get it.
When you're hot the hoes come with it, drop it low and spin it,
And bring you back up, we make you clap, yep, she's pitching and I'm just hit it.
Hoe get off my fitted, Polo horse, I'm jiggy.
Who ain't got the ass or she bit me, of course she did, I'm witty.
I'm a product of my city, that Tupac and that Biggie,
My jewels brought me that pretty and I'm shoe boxing that kitty.
Dog, I'm too hot to fuck with me, I'll chamber you, I'm flammable,
Untamable, made a name for blue, I don't think I found my own magnitude.
Break the break what I came to do, VV S's, my chain is blue,
Them niggers didn't got you gassed up, too much of that propane in you.
My diamonds bright, all kind of white, rap JJ, I'm dynamite.
Niggers still writing on these raps? Haters blame and I'm not the type
Sleep on me and the mad pinching, please, nigger, your swag's simple.
My flow hot as my last bitch, yeah, rapping now, ask for triple.
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Hey, hey, I think I finally found my way,
Yeah, yeah, I get them pussy ‘bout two times a day
No, no, you ain't gonna trap me, you gonna trap for max.
Girl, turn your ass around and bring it back.
Come here, baby, we're the niggers you be standing by.
I bet I'm standing on something so hold your cameras high.
I got that speed sound, I'm getting to it and I'm fly.
Everything I got is sick, illest man alive.

Hottest nigger in my city, ain't no way that I could possibly chill
Illest nigger around, that's one hell of a hospital bill.
Can't seem to find my top, if you boys want proof, listen.
Hello, 911, I'd like to report my roof missing.
Last seen on my Lambo' cope, looking sick in my camel suit
Bet your man ain't got these, I don't think you won gamble, boo
Studio in my hood chip, true livings in bamboo hoops,
Lay it back, coming up with shit, she gave me head while the sample loops.
Pussy on that logo, call my ‘rari Polo, you obviously love my whole hoes, new meaning for YOLO.
All you niggers gonna learn today, I'm the teacher, I'm the tutor.
A few Ray Allens cuties, and by Ray Allen i mean the shooters
Serious, is heart attack, your girlfriend say she ain't groovy
She curious as a white girl, I heard some in a scary movie.
Don't get in that car, girl. Last time you gonna hear from her.
Lost his bitch, I bring her back like next time be more careful, bro.

Hey, hey, I think I finally found my way,
Yeah, yeah, I get them pussy ‘bout two times a day
No, no, you ain't gonna trap me, you gonna trap for max.
Girl, turn your ass around and bring it back.
Come here, baby, we're the niggers you be standing by.
I bet I'm standing on something so hold your cameras high.
I got that speed sound, I'm getting to it and I'm fly.
Everything I got is sick, illest man alive.

Old money's my lady, new money's my baby,
Picked up, got licked up by few bitches, I'm lazy.
If it's two trips, I want eighty, these cool kids don't mean crazy
You're rocking with the most shady, keep tools grifted in ravy.
All I know is looking in toorlos, she probably going touch all of us.
I'm in my own zone, my flow's grown, my eating one up on a short bus.
Watch me hit my number again, I'm all that's from, I'm coming to win
He with me, then he find out, cross him and I'm jumping in.
Homeboy, I got pumpkin skin. That mean shit, don't get to me,
My bitch don't care about no other name, she just want no Tiffany.
If looks could kill, we'd be all dead, speed boat trips, I'm sick of sea
I asked her for some bomb head, she told me no diggity.
One love to my family, you don't look like no kin to me
Backhand like the Wimbledon, she's growing up my energy.
So much soul, imma live again, hey girl, going in the crib at ten
Playing games like kick your ass off, put that on my timberland.

Hey, hey, I think I finally found my way,
Yeah, yeah, I get them pussy ‘bout two times a day
No, no, you ain't gonna trap me, you gonna trap for max.
Girl, turn your ass around and bring it back.
Come here, baby, we're the niggers you be standing by.
I bet I'm standing on something so hold your cameras high.
I got that speed sound, I'm getting to it and I'm fly.
Everything I got is sick, illest man alive.

Lloyd Banks

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