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"Seminar" is a track by Lloyd Banks, from the album Halloween Havoc V, released 31st October 2024. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Uh! The classic route, I’m backin’ out, motherfucker, collab with this You froze and stuck, I'll blow this up, C4 bricks in my bag of tricks My average is stack up with no misses, and I get to brag with this Rapper leases been dead, this’ll wake 'em back up like Lazarus I’m hazardous and they leavin’ me out, it’s hard to imagine this Back in piss, but I understand why, I gave 'em my ass to kiss My path is fixed, you puttin’ out product bad as ya fashion tips I'm lappin’ cliques around the globe, Bottega robe durags and slips Set the bar from round us, they’ll never be too much homage Suit and tied us, when we made it out Pradas and Punta Canas BMG’s for shells, success smells like blue Gabbana Motion picture shit, albino caviar on my boujee rider Petite fillets on gold trays, perks and exclusive liners, coupes for mileage Knockers got the trunk shakin’ like hoochie mommas I done made it out the fire dawg, I deserve two, three commas That’s real estate and villa race, music and movie dollars [Chorus] Uh! You crappin’ out, the odds ain’t gon’ miss, go out and get it, dawg One failure ain’t the time to go bitch, I’m gettin’ sick of y'all I’m here to serve your microphone fix, successful seminar We struggled now it’s time to get rich, get it together y'all Roll again, your chances could switch, go out and get it dawg One failure ain’t the time to go bitch, I’m gettin’ sick of y'all I’m here to serve your microphone fix, successful seminar We struggled now it’s time to get rich, get it together, y'all [Verse 2] Uh! Wait in line, you doubt it ,you’ll make a couple mistakes, it’s fine For 20, I’ve been whippin’ ass, gator belts with the H design You wastin' time, my catalog's killer, causin’ earthquakes and crime I'm hyped to go, my psycho flows Manson and Norman Bates combined You fakin’ don, emotions ain’t player, cursed the inflated mind Let's elevate to celebrate, Benjamin Birthday cakes for mine Name in the mix to chatter, let’s make it matter, new tapes to climb Disrespectful typing anonymously, who takes the time? Loud exotics by the pound, Zelle and CashApp deposit sounds My poppin’ style is mimic still, landin’ in different pockets now Real shit’ll divide the crowd, every line is a choppa round Rapper call my name, he ain’t mean it, shit was a pocket dial Labels payin’ number plans, riggin’ buttons, your views are glitchin’ Dickridin’ ain’t payin’ off, new complaints and a few petitions Restaurants, some through the front doors, I enter through the kitchens Top cigars and gangsta flicks, Branzino plates from tuna fish [Chorus] You crappin’ out, the odds ain’t gon’ miss, go out and get it, dawg One failure ain’t the time to go bitch, I’m gettin’ sick of y'all I’m here to serve your microphone fix, successful seminar We struggled now it’s time to get rich, get it together y'all Roll again, your chances could switch, go out and get it dawg One failure ain’t the time to go bitch, I’m gettin’ sick of y'all I’m here to serve your microphone fix, successful seminar We struggled now it’s time to get rich, get it together, y'all
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