Letra da Música Painted Houses Freestyle (Ft. Vado) de Lloyd Banks

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Southside up
Harlem what up?
Banks Sinatra
This how it's goin' down for the 2020, nigga
Uh

I don't expect peasants to recognize greatness, you used to riddles
Future zeros
Where I'm from, make it out, you a superhero (Right)
You droppin' shit like the Irishmen, new and improve De Niro
Me and my baby against this crooked world, gotta [?] earlobes
One in a billion with this feelin', right product could move the zeros
Runnin' the buildin', weapon loadin', uh, arms out like a scarecrow (Yeah)
You simple rappers could never face GOD
I got that "je ne sais quoi"
I hit the interstate hard, hop in the Benz and say "Ah"
You callin' them bodies, uh, forensics say "Nah"
What would you do when fickle niggas break fly?
Dipped on the game and say "Bye"
Hangover houndin' me from last night's glory
I'm in new machinery, sporty, gettin' smacked like corny
Make sure I'm careful, I don't need no copper flashlights on me
Been here before, feel like my past life haunts me
Dog I've been [?]
[?] ass OG
Miracle man, strap shorty
Two many slabs of currency, smuggle the bands back for me
Them traffic extracurricular, fold the windows
Come the mornin', people catch blue c-notes, do a creshendo
[?] from intro
My shooters shoot off the mental
Ain't no maybes or misteps, if I crossed a line, then I meant to (Right)
Nigga movin' on your boys, a unicorn beyond the human strong
[?] , twenty plus years, fuck it, I pooped so long
Four-thirty, the truth is born and true performed
Goin' soon as recrutements, might heard you recordings
Wish I can roof ya songs
I'm buggin', or this new generation is misdirected?
Break 'em all apart, don't [?] my style [?] with the disinfectant
Hoodie on, I'm heat protected
Hitman in the flippin' necklace
For the record this the [?]
Hit the gossip, [?] the type-type, who even cares?
Nigga I been sick, I do these mics like Rudy Gobert
My studio sessions turn to fright night, goonies appear
I'm right back on the pedal, OG white Nikes [?]
Them people pitchin' you hope
I never been opened to listenin'
King of mindin' my business, the goat with the social distancin'
Rookies ain't build the go rounds, cocky with no conditionin'
And bitchin', your vocal pitchin', ghostwriters, this flow suspicion
Run up on 'em, bust a move, baow, spend it like New Edition
Hit this [?] religiously, diamond dot on my crucifixions

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Everyone claimin' they pop pistols
'Til the opps get you, as soon as it's not with you
And blow you like scars tissue
Cleanin' up the room when these brooms and these mops hit you
Wrist bright, stick you for ice, like popsicles (Yes)
Them fellas rowdy, I'm from where the weather cloudy (Harlem)
Where rappers bump this shit [?] than Teddy Riley (Ha)
I've been the guy on the block street, Berretta [?]
Point game, come through the lane, you better foul me
Forever score, my shooters are [?]
When playin' with pelicans we hit with [?] (Tell 'em)
Only thing definite is gettin' the feds involved
I'm tellin' y'all, they had niggas writtin' to tell it all (For real)
Back to the [?] , like we don't count it, we weigh it (Uh-huh)
[?] like Frank Sharon, a bunch of houses I paint it
The hunnid thousands, I made it
The couple ounces, I gave it (I gave it)
I ain't land everywhere but some project housin', I'm favorite (I know)
They just snatched my OG but he innocent
Trunk full of coco was OT in the genesis (Mike)
I move solo and lowkey, like I'm different
Still grab the. 40 like OE, I'm a menace still
I ain't the askin' type (Nah)
You got a bag, you don't ask the price
Bullets tuck you in, kiss your ass goodnight (Mwah)
My nigga Pool caught a massive bite
They bit him in his ass where the hunnid fast
Like he asked for life
I'm on your block, what y'all trappin' like? (What's up?)
Every corner, it's red dot on the pole, like a traffic light
We fuck bad bitches for braggin' rights (Yes)
The bitch I had tonight, made me work for it, almost had to wife
Keep it AC when it's fire
CT to AC, it's eight keys in the tire
Don't thank me, I'm retired
If we talkin' Franklins, quite frankly we [?] (Yes)
Ain't tryna lose, I'm like "What I gotta prove? "
Corona virus got me movin' like Howard Hughes (Uh-huh)
A lotta dudes that's part fool was [?] (Uh-huh)
Make sure every watch comin' in plain like tattoo (Woo)
911, white seat pipin', [?] blue (Woo)
Carolina shoe, MJ's from '92 (Woo)
No monkey bars, these guns swing will slide through
When I ride through, bitches assume like [?]
Vado