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T.I. - Bankhead Lyrics
[T.I.:] Westside nigga (hey,
hey, hey, Bankhead nigga)
[Chorus]
I got my 44's, and my dro,
and my Chevy on 24's, and my Hoe,
now where'm I sposed ta
go (Bankhead nigga)
I got my
44's, and my dro, and my
Chevy on 24's, and my
Hoe, now where'm I sposed
ta go
(Bankhead nigga)
[T.I.:]
see me
Riding in the Chevy 44's
on the seat wit a
Quarter o blow get low lemme
see, no tags, no license, da trunk loaded wit d riding
Fulton Ind., where we normally
be, they pull us
Over you think I'm stopping
you must be fuckin' wit me,
if they don't wanna die
tonight they best stop fuckin' wit me
Ima pull over in Bowen Homes
where my cousin will be and they gon'
Hide me in they home while
they lookin' for me
[Mac-Boney:]
now we the
Neighborhood superstars,
pimp a Chevy pullin' hard
Thousand dollars worth of
dimes
in the trap with rock stars
we
Puttin' fear in cowards
hearts
when they see us on the
block
Swirvin' in da duce and
fo' all the bustin' shots just because the Hell I care about getting caught
I'm makin' bail by 12 o'clock
Back in the spot with the
same bomb, serve and drop
I pull a hoe in Bangkok,
drop her off at tip spot
I'm burnin' rubber fuck
the cops, another day on my block
[Chorus]
[AK:]
I'm
Cadillac daddy pulled up
on some hoes from old naddy
Said I'm Pimp Squad hoe
what's happenin'
Westside getting them panties
snapping
She asked me can I do the
Laffy Taffy
I said I do to make the
pussy happy
Lets get em home over on
Virginia
Step inside a sweeta nigga
contender you in for a
Lil fender bender
Baby just remember make
it quick
You niggas kinda know me
I'm the shit
[Big Kuntry:]
I'm the in the
Bubble, cush Chevy well
at least that's what it smells like
Hit the gas, poof, fire
blowing out the tailpipe
Tailpipe, that's all these
hoes wanna lick for the night I
Treat em like Tina beat
the pussy and ya call me Ike
That's right, monster ridin'
sittin' on the 28's it
Sounds like a stadium, you
woulda thought the braves played
the engine running like
Vick
With the falcons on the
hood
Mr. Mr. Westside
Yeah you know they in my
hood
[Chorus]
[C-Rod:]
Ain't no
Telling where I'm goin',
once I'm steppin' out, singin' on the
High life windows up in
the clouds open up your consel that's where I got my gun,
right next to that
get that finger roll another
one
I got the vitamins make
a freak fuck all night
Hoes know killas on the
Westside
Earn stripes make the money
turn right just look at my
Piece and my grillz swirvin'
off church street the pimp
god gave me skills
[Young Dro:]
I was born up in Bankhead
(Young Dro)
ya'll remember me
Way back in 83', T.I. stayed
on the street for me
Just 'cause I'm from Bankhead,
niggas havin' beef with me
Half never seen a G, in
the cap and my beemer V
10 screens folded, in my
Chevy watchin' "Lean On Me"
Ridin' down Simpson bout
to waste my Purple lean on me
Purple in the clean on me,
the hoes on premolean
Waffle house charges the
color black, I got a bee on me
[Chorus]
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