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"Change Lanes" is a track by Lloyd Banks, from the album The Blue Friday Series, released 16th December 2016. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Hook: Lloyd Banks] Yeah! Twenties, low frame, change lanes Hundred roll, getting to it, same thing Leave nothing, need it all, main aim Leave with nothing, need it all, main aim Twenties, low frame, change lanes Hundred roll, getting to it, same thing Leave nothing, need it all, main aim Leave with nothing, need it all, main aim [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] I'm a monster with this mackin', if I catch her I'ma get her Club her up, drag her back, like a caveman nigga Big account, bigger party, Ferrari dream, I'm a dreamer Name my source a disturbance, you heard of rev and you seen her I go to bed in my beamer, right by my nina, no beam I'm beaming up on this buddha, shooters all over the scene I got these drugs in my stream, skipped the chance to get clean My heart as cold as the slammer in Alexander McQueen You don't get hate bout' your money, boy you ain't make you none yet My aura making her wet, I put your saint in a jet Watch who the fuck you be grilling, I got that hater effect I got that black and that chrome in from my Raider connect, yeah Calendar of pretty foreigns, yeah, my celly rare Terror the telly, kush and sour smoking everywhere Chevy steer, how these petty niggas getting here They come and go, blow my shit up, watch 'em dissapear, yeah [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Yeah! Twenties, low frame, change lanes Hundred roll, getting to it, same thing Leave nothing, need it all, main aim Leave with nothing, need it all, main aim Twenties, low frame, change lanes Hundred roll, getting to it, same thing Leave nothing, need it all, main aim Leave with nothing, need it all, main aim [Verse 2: Curren$y] Paid cash for it, drive it like I stole it I ain’t passing it, I’m not a social smoker Unless you a bad bitch, I’m talkin' nines and over I done met elevens and twelves since I been touchin' that mail’ Bitches who really French, fuck them tips on your girl's nails Reluctant to say pimp, quicker to say a playa If mama wanna pay for how I lay her, then oh well I slayed her like Darth Vader, my bong and my lightsaber Get stoned, I write that crazy shit Drug dealer in the eighties, fast life, AMG Mercedes The whole world on my pager, I know what they like Got a whole trunk of it, baby, dope for ya ears Coke that you hear, smoke as I stare, stay focused Eyes half closed, still watching them rollers Hoes should just act as if they already know this If I spoke it, then it’s golden [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Yeah! Twenties, low frame, change lanes Hundred roll, getting to it, same thing Leave nothing, need it all, main aim Leave with nothing, need it all, main aim Twenties, low frame, change lanes Hundred roll, getting to it, same thing Leave nothing, need it all, main aim Leave with nothing, need it all, main aim [Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.] Shit! Swing down, sweet chariot Bags of money, we bury it Candy coated my whip, molasses Bitch, wash yo' hands when you touch my fabric King shit, I been about it I lived through it, could never doubt it Old skool skyscraper-tall You need a pair of shoes just to climb up out it I bungee jump from these hoes (Hoes) Mix the high with them lows (Lows) Got me full of drink, might roll a dank to keep me on my toes I got a dash full of fire, burn a nigga down, watchin' out for my foes Keep a bad bitch that fuck, bubblegum and nut, all I got for these hoes Damn… they really can’t believe I said that (I said that) I give a fuck about a starvin' Marvin, show me where yo’ cred' at (Yo’ cred at) You can’t run it with a barberry, Barbarian, where my bread at (My bread at) Chop it like Thor, if a nigga want war, better bring his head back Keep what you kill, pour up (Pour up) Not what you claim, hold up (Hold up) Showing my grill, doors up (Doors up) Clutching my change, cobra (Cobra) I reign supreme from the highest mountain to the deepest sea (To the deepest sea) From here on out, they gon' know about K-R-I-T, bitch [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Yeah! Twenties, low frame, change lanes Hundred roll, getting to it, same thing Leave nothing, need it all, main aim Leave with nothing, need it all, main aim Twenties, low frame, change lanes Hundred roll, getting to it, same thing Leave nothing, need it all, main aim Leave with nothing, need it all, main aim
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