Cover Me Feat Styles P Lyrics
| Song | Cover Me Feat Styles P |
| Artist | Lloyd Banks |
| Album | FNO |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] | |
| Ugh! My pump screams, steam rolling through the rap scene | |
| This the *******t to do when I wake, you’ve reached my bad dream | |
| Stunting early this morning, balling is my caffeine | |
| Scattered chases of cream while I was last seen | |
| I left the richter with my heart and soul | |
| Middle of Southside, hard to find a darker hole | |
| Rolling stone where I parks my home | |
| Home at every thing I hit | |
| Hit one every day | |
| Kick my single *******t | |
| In old school flash, I’m lightening on the darkest day | |
| One of my views clash | |
| I touch a hundred hearts away | |
| Been the hour, King of the bars reign | |
| I sound like no *******, they mocking our thing | |
| Your homie’s people doing bad, need an extra plate | |
| Hard to follow good direction when you’re section eight | |
| Pearly Gate, Revolver, Father bless the wake | |
| Could have bled out on that corner, hard to question fate | |
| [Hook: Lloyd Banks] | |
| *******, what you got? | |
| Throw it all in the pot, light it and turn it up | |
| Now we cookin’, can’t be stopped | |
| We shook’em, Bentley dropped | |
| Speeding against the clock | |
| ******ed through all the seasons, no reason why they want you out | |
| Every body keep it real, how’s that? | |
| Louie sweaters cover up the holes in my back | |
| The Devil want me caught up in this trap | |
| Gucci sweaters cover up the holes in my back | |
| [Verse 2: Styles P] | |
| I been ******ed a lot | |
| Cause I’m dancing with the Devil | |
| And seeing demons a lot | |
| My little man Ox probably need his saliva | |
| I say I pray. When I’m high | |
| Praying God smoke pot | |
| My heart pump hard shot, my mind is in a knot | |
| That’s the Champagne and Cognac wine when it pop | |
| Was I blind because I left **** line on the block | |
| Or just dollar bill hungry? | |
| Fresh clothes addiction! | |
| Loud pipes roaming, you can hear from a distance | |
| My nose follows the smoke, my ears on the *******pment | |
| Eyes on the streets but my brains on the Game | |
| Cause it’s tape to a body is lives on the plane | |
| Yeah, you fly but I can stay dry in the rain | |
| You run from it, I sort of rely on the pain - my word | |
| And the banks just like my ******* Lloyd | |
| On my pretty boy *******t, trying to get it like Flloyd | |
| [Hook: Lloyd Banks] | |
| [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] | |
| I give a ******* about the TV, keep it | |
| I get better with time like my CD sequence | |
| Before my time you couldn’t see me sleeping | |
| Ball any ******g way, peep my 3D weekend | |
| You need a wizard and a bomb with Buddha | |
| My ******* can’t be regular, my mind is super | |
| I got them bending in my Karma Sutra | |
| Wilding on exotics, Mr. Diamond future | |
| This ain’t a sprint, you need a lot of years | |
| You getting money but nobody cares | |
| You trying to make it? Put aside your fears | |
| Don’t nothing hurt more than your Momma tears | |
| But how much is? You can rest your wings | |
| *******t was hard. Got to somebody to elect your sins | |
| Put my body with the rest of Kings | |
| Killing, that’s what effort brings | |
| Time to F the world, Heffner heifer rings | |
| [Hook: Lloyd Banks] |
| Verse 1: Lloyd Banks | |
| Ugh! My pump screams, steam rolling through the rap scene | |
| This the t to do when I wake, you' ve reached my bad dream | |
| Stunting early this morning, balling is my caffeine | |
| Scattered chases of cream while I was last seen | |
| I left the richter with my heart and soul | |
| Middle of Southside, hard to find a darker hole | |
| Rolling stone where I parks my home | |
| Home at every thing I hit | |
| Hit one every day | |
| Kick my single t | |
| In old school flash, I' m lightening on the darkest day | |
| One of my views clash | |
| I touch a hundred hearts away | |
| Been the hour, King of the bars reign | |
| I sound like no , they mocking our thing | |
| Your homie' s people doing bad, need an extra plate | |
| Hard to follow good direction when you' re section eight | |
| Pearly Gate, Revolver, Father bless the wake | |
| Could have bled out on that corner, hard to question fate | |
| Hook: Lloyd Banks | |
| , what you got? | |
| Throw it all in the pot, light it and turn it up | |
| Now we cookin', can' t be stopped | |
| We shook' em, Bentley dropped | |
| Speeding against the clock | |
| ed through all the seasons, no reason why they want you out | |
| Every body keep it real, how' s that? | |
| Louie sweaters cover up the holes in my back | |
| The Devil want me caught up in this trap | |
| Gucci sweaters cover up the holes in my back | |
| Verse 2: Styles P | |
| I been ed a lot | |
| Cause I' m dancing with the Devil | |
| And seeing demons a lot | |
| My little man Ox probably need his saliva | |
| I say I pray. When I' m high | |
| Praying God smoke pot | |
| My heart pump hard shot, my mind is in a knot | |
| That' s the Champagne and Cognac wine when it pop | |
| Was I blind because I left line on the block | |
| Or just dollar bill hungry? | |
| Fresh clothes addiction! | |
| Loud pipes roaming, you can hear from a distance | |
| My nose follows the smoke, my ears on the pment | |
| Eyes on the streets but my brains on the Game | |
| Cause it' s tape to a body is lives on the plane | |
| Yeah, you fly but I can stay dry in the rain | |
| You run from it, I sort of rely on the pain my word | |
| And the banks just like my Lloyd | |
| On my pretty boy t, trying to get it like Flloyd | |
| Hook: Lloyd Banks | |
| Verse 3: Lloyd Banks | |
| I give a about the TV, keep it | |
| I get better with time like my CD sequence | |
| Before my time you couldn' t see me sleeping | |
| Ball any g way, peep my 3D weekend | |
| You need a wizard and a bomb with Buddha | |
| My can' t be regular, my mind is super | |
| I got them bending in my Karma Sutra | |
| Wilding on exotics, Mr. Diamond future | |
| This ain' t a sprint, you need a lot of years | |
| You getting money but nobody cares | |
| You trying to make it? Put aside your fears | |
| Don' t nothing hurt more than your Momma tears | |
| But how much is? You can rest your wings | |
| t was hard. Got to somebody to elect your sins | |
| Put my body with the rest of Kings | |
| Killing, that' s what effort brings | |
| Time to F the world, Heffner heifer rings | |
| Hook: Lloyd Banks |
| Verse 1: Lloyd Banks | |
| Ugh! My pump screams, steam rolling through the rap scene | |
| This the t to do when I wake, you' ve reached my bad dream | |
| Stunting early this morning, balling is my caffeine | |
| Scattered chases of cream while I was last seen | |
| I left the richter with my heart and soul | |
| Middle of Southside, hard to find a darker hole | |
| Rolling stone where I parks my home | |
| Home at every thing I hit | |
| Hit one every day | |
| Kick my single t | |
| In old school flash, I' m lightening on the darkest day | |
| One of my views clash | |
| I touch a hundred hearts away | |
| Been the hour, King of the bars reign | |
| I sound like no , they mocking our thing | |
| Your homie' s people doing bad, need an extra plate | |
| Hard to follow good direction when you' re section eight | |
| Pearly Gate, Revolver, Father bless the wake | |
| Could have bled out on that corner, hard to question fate | |
| Hook: Lloyd Banks | |
| , what you got? | |
| Throw it all in the pot, light it and turn it up | |
| Now we cookin', can' t be stopped | |
| We shook' em, Bentley dropped | |
| Speeding against the clock | |
| ed through all the seasons, no reason why they want you out | |
| Every body keep it real, how' s that? | |
| Louie sweaters cover up the holes in my back | |
| The Devil want me caught up in this trap | |
| Gucci sweaters cover up the holes in my back | |
| Verse 2: Styles P | |
| I been ed a lot | |
| Cause I' m dancing with the Devil | |
| And seeing demons a lot | |
| My little man Ox probably need his saliva | |
| I say I pray. When I' m high | |
| Praying God smoke pot | |
| My heart pump hard shot, my mind is in a knot | |
| That' s the Champagne and Cognac wine when it pop | |
| Was I blind because I left line on the block | |
| Or just dollar bill hungry? | |
| Fresh clothes addiction! | |
| Loud pipes roaming, you can hear from a distance | |
| My nose follows the smoke, my ears on the pment | |
| Eyes on the streets but my brains on the Game | |
| Cause it' s tape to a body is lives on the plane | |
| Yeah, you fly but I can stay dry in the rain | |
| You run from it, I sort of rely on the pain my word | |
| And the banks just like my Lloyd | |
| On my pretty boy t, trying to get it like Flloyd | |
| Hook: Lloyd Banks | |
| Verse 3: Lloyd Banks | |
| I give a about the TV, keep it | |
| I get better with time like my CD sequence | |
| Before my time you couldn' t see me sleeping | |
| Ball any g way, peep my 3D weekend | |
| You need a wizard and a bomb with Buddha | |
| My can' t be regular, my mind is super | |
| I got them bending in my Karma Sutra | |
| Wilding on exotics, Mr. Diamond future | |
| This ain' t a sprint, you need a lot of years | |
| You getting money but nobody cares | |
| You trying to make it? Put aside your fears | |
| Don' t nothing hurt more than your Momma tears | |
| But how much is? You can rest your wings | |
| t was hard. Got to somebody to elect your sins | |
| Put my body with the rest of Kings | |
| Killing, that' s what effort brings | |
| Time to F the world, Heffner heifer rings | |
| Hook: Lloyd Banks |
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