Bring It Back Lyrics - V6: The Gift - Lloyd Banks

Small paper forget it, big money I'm with it 

I'm smoking good you can smell it though I got hella dough come get it 

When you hot the hoes come with it they drop it low and split it 

Then bring it back up and make it clap yup, she pitchin and I just hit it 

Ho get off my fitted, polo horse I'm jiggy 

You ain't gotta ask if she digg me, of course she did I'm witty 

I'm a product of my city, that 2Pac and that Biggie 

My jewels pop with that pretty and I'm shoeboxing that kitty 

I'm too hot to fuck with me, I'll chamber you I'm flameable, untameable 

Made a name for blue I done think I done find my own lane or two 

Brake the brick what I came to do VVS's now chain is blue 

Them niggas done got you gassed up, too much of that propane in you 

My diamonds bright all kind of white rap JJ I'm dynamite 

Niggas still writing them diss raps? niggas lame and I'm not that type 

Sleep on me, let the mack pinch you please nigga yo swag simple 

My flow hot as my last bitch, she a rat now her ass crippled 

Hey, hey, hey 

I think I finally done found my way 

Yeah, yeah 

I get some pussy 'bout 2 times a day 

No, no 

You ain't gon trap me, ain't no trap for macks 

Go, go 

Girl turn your ass around, and bring it back 

Come here baby, we the niggas you wan be standing by 

I'm there, I'm standing on sumthing so hold your cameras high 

I got that street sound, I'm gettin to it and I'm fly 

Everything I got is sick, illest man alive 

Hottest nigga in my city, ain't no way that I can possibly chill 

Illest nigga 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 coupe, look sick it needs Campbell soup 

Bet your man ain't go these, I don't think you want to gamble boo 

Studio with my hood chick, True religions and bamble hoops 

Laid back coming up with shit, she give me head while the sample loops 

Pussy on the low low, call my 'rari Polo 

You obviously love my old hoes, new meaning for YOLO 

All you niggas gon' learn today, I'm the teacher, I'm the tutor 

Few Ray Allens couple cuties, and by Ray Allens I mean the shooters 

Serious as a heart attack, your girlfriend said she aim groovy 

Curious as a white girl, like hearing something in a scary movie 

Don't get in that car girl, last time you're gonna hear from her 

Lost his bitch, I bring her back like next time be more careful bro 

Old money is my lady, new money is my baby 

Pimp cup, getting licked up by few bitches, I'm lazy 

If it's 2 tricks I want 80, these cool kids going crazy 

You rocking with the most shady, keep tools gripped it and ready 

All I know milk it and [?] she prolly gon' touch all of us 

I'm in my own zone my flow is grown I made mine up in a short bust 

Watch me hit my number again I'm out that slum I come to win 

He with me then he fam dawg cross him and I'm jumping in 

Homeboy I got [?] 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 can 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 

Back hand like the wimbledon, shes gone off my energy 

So much soul I'm a live again, ay girl go in the crib with 10 

Play games I'll kick your ass out, put that on my timberlands 

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