T.I. - Bankhead lyrics
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Lyrics to Bankhead : [T.I.:] Westside nigga (hey, hey, hey, Bankhead nigga) [Chorus] I got my 44's, and my dro, and my Chevy on 24's, and my Hoe, now where'm I sposed ta go (Bankhead nigga) I got my 44's, and my dro, and my Chevy on 24's, and my Hoe, now where'm I sposed ta go (Bankhead nigga) [T.I.:] see me Ridin in the chevy 44's on the seat wit a Quarter o blow get low lemme see, no tags, no license, da trunk loaded wit d ridin Fluids in ND, where we normally be, they pull us Over you think i'm stoppin you must be fuckin' wit me, if they don't wanna die tonight they best stop fuckin'wit me Ima Pull over and boy hom where my cousin will be and they gon Hide me in they home while they lookin' for me [Mac-Boney:] now we the Neighborhood superstars, pimp a chevy pullin' hard Thousand dollars worth of dimes in the trap with rockstars we Puttin' fear in cowards hearts when they see us on the block Swirvin' in da duce and fo all the bustin' shots just because the Hell I care about gettin caught Im makin' bail by 12 o'clock Back in the spot with the same bomb, serve and drop I pull a hoe in Bangkok, drop her off at tip spot Im burnin' rubber fuck the cops, another day on my block [Chorus] [AK:] I'm Cadillac daddy pulled up on some hoes from old naddy Said I'm Pimp Squad hoe what's happenin' Westside gettin them panties snappin she aksed me can I do the Laffy Taffy I said I do to make the pussy happy Lets get em home over on Virginia Step inside a sweeta nigga contender you in for a Lil fender bender Baby just remember make it quick You niggas kinda know me im the shit [Big Kuntry:] I'm the in the Bubble, cush Chevy well at least that's what it smells like Hit the gas, poof, fire blowing out the tailpipe Tailpipe, that's all these hoes wanna lick for the night I Treat em like Tina beat the pussy in the ya car and be ight That's right, monster ridin' sittin' on the 28's it Sounds like a stadium, you woulda thought the braves played their Injured runnin' like Vick With the falcons on the hood Mr. Mr. Westside Yeah you know they in my hood [Chorus] [C-Rod:] Ain't no Telling where i'm goin', once i'm steppin' out, singin' on the High life windows up in the clouds open up your consel that's where I got my gun, right next to that get that finger roll another one I got the vitamins make a freak fuck all night Hoes know killas on the Westside Earn stripes make the money turn right just look at my Piece and my grillz swirvin' off church street the pimp god gave me skills [Young Dro:] I was born up in Bankhead (Young Dro) ya'll remember me Way back in 83', T.I. stayed on the street for me Just cause im from Bankhead, niggas havin' beef with me Half never seen a G, in the cap and my beemer V 10 screens folded, in my Chevy watchin' "Lean On Me" Ridin' down Simpson bout to waste my Purple lean on me Purple in the clean on me, the hoes on premolean Waffle house charges the color black, I got a bee on me [Chorus] [ Bankhead Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]
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