Its Blue Hefner
Gang Green
Ya'll can catch me on the Anger Management Tour
You know where the big money at
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I ain't the iciest nigga livin' but I'm a few stones closer
Hoppin' out my blue foam Rover
Feed my pit flock down on the two tone sofa
(Bring it back)
[Lloyd Banks:]
Its Blue Hefner
Gang Green
Ya'll can catch me on the Anger Management Tour
You know where the big money at
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I ain't the iciest nigga livin' but I'm a few stones closer
Hoppin' out my blue foam Rover
Feed my pit flock down on the two tone sofa
Decock my two tone toaster
I'm cakin' up
I can get a whip a week
And my momma ain't gotta lift her feet
She in the Jeep with a Swisha Sweet
I'm on the beach with a stripper freak
After the weed and the liqour meet
She will be lickin' me
And I don't trip won't freeze her with Tiffany
So if shes iced out its some gees she ain't get from me
My hands on your lady and
The only reason I ain't go to Summerjam is cause I'm banned from the stadium
Ten room mansion my lands a paladium
Creep in my yard its a can in your cranium
I'm famous and still ridin' around with a trigger
I'm a certified, bonafide entrepenigga
[Lloyd Banks:] Its Blue Hefner Gang Green Ya'll can catch me on the Anger Management Tour You know where the big money at [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] I ain't the iciest nigga livin' but I'm a few stones closer Hoppin' out my blue foam Rover Feed my pit flock down on the two tone sofa (Bring it back) [Lloyd Banks:] Its Blue Hefner Gang Green Ya'll can catch me on the Anger Management Tour You know where the big money at [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] I ain't the iciest nigga livin' but I'm a few stones closer Hoppin' out my blue foam Rover Feed my pit flock down on the two tone sofa Decock my two tone toaster I'm cakin' up I can get a whip a week And my momma ain't gotta lift her feet She in the Jeep with a Swisha Sweet I'm on the beach with a stripper freak After the weed and the liqour meet She will be lickin' me And I don't trip won't freeze her with Tiffany So if shes iced out its some gees she ain't get from me My hands on your lady and The only reason I ain't go to Summerjam is cause I'm banned from the stadium Ten room mansion my lands a paladium Creep in my yard its a can in your cranium I'm famous and still ridin' around with a trigger I'm a certified, bonafide entrepenigga Explain Request ×
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