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Lloyd Bill Cool And Gone

see That it ain't cool to fuck wit me [Lloyd Banks] I know a lot of niggas want Banks gone My kind of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the kind you

it ain't cool to f**k wit me [Lloyd Banks] I know a lot of niggas want Banks gone My kind of beef will f**k up ya grill and not the kind you put franks

everywhere the guap be, and ya fat, musty and sloppy Freeway "Ricky Ross" copy, and the real one's comin' home Peace to him, fuck-you Click, Pop pop pop, I'm gone

see That it ain't cool to fuck wit me [Lloyd Banks] I know a lot of niggas want Banks gone My kind of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the kind you

That it ain't cool to fuck wit me [Lloyd Banks] I know a lot of niggas want Banks gone My kind of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the kind you put

That it ain't cool to fuck wit me [Lloyd Banks] I know a lot of niggas want Banks gone My kind of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the kind you put