Album: Mo Money In The Bank Part Three: Cashing In (2005)Karma[Chorus:]
I am the one you denied
Brushed me off everytime I tried
But I'm alright
I'm able to swallow my pride
And put all the bullshit to the side
If you ready to ride
I'm down for a one night stand
I'll accept it any way that I can
Cause I ain't yo man
I'll try for whatever it's worth
Just remember who played who first
[Lloyd Banks:]
I can't keep my eyes off ya
I can tell why them other guys lost ya
The kinds red an a flying saucer
That's what I can offer
Similarities and characters
Havnt ya heard the word around town
How I get down?
They all whistle
Everybody part official
An that ass was you
Got my dick hard as a missle
Don't hop on top
Cause I ride around with a pistle
N if they pull us over I'll be out of town with an issue
If you was mine id introduce you to momma girl
Your styling your moves n your nirvana
I'm so used to your prada
Taking trips to houston it's hotta
Throwing that Al Green n using that impala
Lay my jewels on my collar
Ya had me feeling like a fool when I holla'd
Trying to squeeze in but you wouldn't bother
But I ain't either
Soon as I realize that I ain't either
She in a rush to get close to me but I ain't eager
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[Lloyd Banks:]
Like I don't mean to bother you
But your sex appeal is remarkable
U make a G wanna walk around in a park with you
There ain't no telling what kinda things that I'm'a start to do
If I get wrapped up on your ass to fast
I can tell you feel the same cause when I ask you laugh
So I'm'a leave it at that n hint n put it in my math
I imagine your prolly twice as good in a bath
But I'm buggin
Cause I can see you right in the hood when I pass
I'm never stapled cause business is on my ass
But you can be the one I visit before I dash
An I admit I been the type to hit n split
But you can blame me for the females that I been getting with
Cause
Most of these broads have there eyes on my grits
Till they're in deeper shit n they learn how to be satisfied with the dick an'
N if you ain't worth it then that's all you get
I ain't gonna blame you I'm gonna blame all you tricks
Cause
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[Lloyd Banks:]
U seem like your attitude
Only appears when I'm mad at you
In several situations n that includes
When I'm gone to long ridin' thru them avenues
As soon as I get home this room is a scattered boos
U know my fantasies and my feeling things at camera speed
N your girlfriends trying to sandwich me
My hearts colder then ya sandwich meat
Cause I come from the hood where the hammers be
I move fast but at a switch pace
N I pop in a listerine strip before you get all up on a bitch face
Moving your body like this
Gonna make me blow like a bottle of cris
I don't know noone hotter then twis
You got my temperature risin' from your hips to your thighs an
That glare in your eyes that brighten up her horizon
It comes naturally I don't bribe em
It's easy as... 1, 2, 3 n I slide em
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