| | On My Hip Lyrics Artist(Band):Lloyd Banks
That means you're a hater you probably won't understand or appreciated. Hook A hood nigga comin up new year anotha truck Nah i ain't worry about them runnin up I got heat on my hip (that take stomach up) I got heat on my hip (jump if you wanna jump) I'm chipped up fresh to death 6's up nothin less If you wonderin if i'm homie yes I got heat on my hip No lil wheels i got 23 on my shit chick who runnin wit Verse 1 Uh, move let a playa pass They think i made it fast I hit the gas and throw cash on that hater's ass (ass) See you later lame (Lame) I can't be late again (again) They roll the red carpet out for me to make it reign Woodgreen Cadillic lil niggas mad at that Brought icegrill it don't matter black I got heat on my hip I'll bag yo bitch fuck then i fall asleep on that bitch Then in the morning back to gettin money that money don't make itself You can rob, you can kill, you can steal from the selves I'm ball like i never did Roll up my weed and kick my feet on leatha shit Hook Aiyyo what up man it's yo boy Lloyd Banks And right now you're tunin to GGGGG-unit Radio Ya heard me wit my home my mothafucka homie Whookid Cuz you ain't got no fuckin money on me nigga. If you find some error in On My Hip Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to Dykesispack@yahoo.com for submitting the lyrics. Review the song On My Hip The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Lloyd Banks" Music | |
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