Tour Stories Lyrics
| Song | Tour Stories |
| Artist | Lloyd Banks |
| Album | FNO |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| “It’s up to me to let her hear what I want her to hear. This Game! This is how you play! This is how you catch a *************, man. You *************s don’t know. You’re all in. Aye, it’s - you heard of ABCs? It’s A. B. P - Always Be Playing. Always. You never just say something out your mouth especially when somebody can hear it. This *************t got to have intention.” | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| *************! You know my game tight | |
| You came at me wrong | |
| I have you gone, make it right | |
| Cali marijuana in my bong, take a flight | |
| You remind me of the ladies in my song, just my type | |
| Type a ************* name and see a pimp pop up | |
| Even the most siddidy ones behind the [tents?] my sluts | |
| Lying when I tell the truth, they all convinced I ****** | |
| Through the lead of witnesses, they couldn’t print my cup | |
| [Hook] | |
| I’m on a world wide tour | |
| Getting two is my plan | |
| Been ******g all the ******* I can | |
| She got a date with the ****** man | |
| I’m a get it how I’m leaving them | |
| Mr. Hef! A.K.A “He The One” | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| You got me here, now what we doing? | |
| There’s a line outside of options that I could be screwing | |
| Fighting with my conscience cause it’s you that I’m pursuing | |
| Kick it with that nonsense for you exiting that [?] | |
| Spent the whole day stressing, by the morning I’ll be straight | |
| If I told them all that I would call then I’d be fake | |
| Lose my ******g numbers, no responses is a mistakes | |
| Hate is how I’m dong good, compliments to hate | |
| [Hook] | |
| “So, when you say the first thing. ‘Yeah, baby you know I'm pimpin.’ ‘Oh, wow!” She already conjured up the bull*************t she heard. She ain’t listening to you no more. So, what I’m saying is you got to understand that first. Then you got to understand the way that you actually use this to your advantage is to be not like them. You know when a ************* say some stupid ass ******g *************t? All right! I’m gone | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| She on a pill, I’m on that pink | |
| Her legs on my shoulders, her ass on my sink | |
| Her phone ringing, she ain’t even blink | |
| *************t kept ringing, wonder what he must think | |
| I ain’t got the time, baby, don’t quit him | |
| Pillow on the face, I don’t pillow talk with’em | |
| I bag’em up, brag’em, then forget’em | |
| Knock some years off, I’m a let you *************s babysit’em | |
| [Hook] | |
| “I ain’t got to spend my time with you. You know? If you want to ************* with me, fine. It’s about pimping with me. But, about me trying to convince you that I’m pimping? ************* you, *************, you know? Way too many mother******g hoes out there for me to go ************* with than sit up in and try to talk you into ******g with me, *************. Make me look little to sit up in here to try to talk your mother******g ************* ass into ******g with me. If you can’t see it then you lose. I’m the mother******g prize, you know? I’m the prize! You not the prize. I can have seven mother*******s like you. You can’t never find a mother******* like me." |
| " It' s up to me to let her hear what I want her to hear. This Game! This is how you play! This is how you catch a , man. You s don' t know. You' re all in. Aye, it' s you heard of ABCs? It' s A. B. P Always Be Playing. Always. You never just say something out your mouth especially when somebody can hear it. This t got to have intention." | |
| Verse 1 | |
| ! You know my game tight | |
| You came at me wrong | |
| I have you gone, make it right | |
| Cali marijuana in my bong, take a flight | |
| You remind me of the ladies in my song, just my type | |
| Type a name and see a pimp pop up | |
| Even the most siddidy ones behind the tents? my sluts | |
| Lying when I tell the truth, they all convinced I | |
| Through the lead of witnesses, they couldn' t print my cup | |
| Hook | |
| I' m on a world wide tour | |
| Getting two is my plan | |
| Been g all the I can | |
| She got a date with the man | |
| I' m a get it how I' m leaving them | |
| Mr. Hef! A. K. A " He The One" | |
| Verse 2 | |
| You got me here, now what we doing? | |
| There' s a line outside of options that I could be screwing | |
| Fighting with my conscience cause it' s you that I' m pursuing | |
| Kick it with that nonsense for you exiting that ? | |
| Spent the whole day stressing, by the morning I' ll be straight | |
| If I told them all that I would call then I' d be fake | |
| Lose my g numbers, no responses is a mistakes | |
| Hate is how I' m dong good, compliments to hate | |
| Hook | |
| " So, when you say the first thing. ' Yeah, baby you know I' m pimpin.' ' Oh, wow!" She already conjured up the bull t she heard. She ain' t listening to you no more. So, what I' m saying is you got to understand that first. Then you got to understand the way that you actually use this to your advantage is to be not like them. You know when a say some stupid ass g t? All right! I' m gone | |
| Verse 3 | |
| She on a pill, I' m on that pink | |
| Her legs on my shoulders, her ass on my sink | |
| Her phone ringing, she ain' t even blink | |
| t kept ringing, wonder what he must think | |
| I ain' t got the time, baby, don' t quit him | |
| Pillow on the face, I don' t pillow talk with' em | |
| I bag' em up, brag' em, then forget' em | |
| Knock some years off, I' m a let you s babysit' em | |
| Hook | |
| " I ain' t got to spend my time with you. You know? If you want to with me, fine. It' s about pimping with me. But, about me trying to convince you that I' m pimping? you, , you know? Way too many mother g hoes out there for me to go with than sit up in and try to talk you into g with me, . Make me look little to sit up in here to try to talk your mother g ass into g with me. If you can' t see it then you lose. I' m the mother g prize, you know? I' m the prize! You not the prize. I can have seven mother s like you. You can' t never find a mother like me." |
| " It' s up to me to let her hear what I want her to hear. This Game! This is how you play! This is how you catch a , man. You s don' t know. You' re all in. Aye, it' s you heard of ABCs? It' s A. B. P Always Be Playing. Always. You never just say something out your mouth especially when somebody can hear it. This t got to have intention." | |
| Verse 1 | |
| ! You know my game tight | |
| You came at me wrong | |
| I have you gone, make it right | |
| Cali marijuana in my bong, take a flight | |
| You remind me of the ladies in my song, just my type | |
| Type a name and see a pimp pop up | |
| Even the most siddidy ones behind the tents? my sluts | |
| Lying when I tell the truth, they all convinced I | |
| Through the lead of witnesses, they couldn' t print my cup | |
| Hook | |
| I' m on a world wide tour | |
| Getting two is my plan | |
| Been g all the I can | |
| She got a date with the man | |
| I' m a get it how I' m leaving them | |
| Mr. Hef! A. K. A " He The One" | |
| Verse 2 | |
| You got me here, now what we doing? | |
| There' s a line outside of options that I could be screwing | |
| Fighting with my conscience cause it' s you that I' m pursuing | |
| Kick it with that nonsense for you exiting that ? | |
| Spent the whole day stressing, by the morning I' ll be straight | |
| If I told them all that I would call then I' d be fake | |
| Lose my g numbers, no responses is a mistakes | |
| Hate is how I' m dong good, compliments to hate | |
| Hook | |
| " So, when you say the first thing. ' Yeah, baby you know I' m pimpin.' ' Oh, wow!" She already conjured up the bull t she heard. She ain' t listening to you no more. So, what I' m saying is you got to understand that first. Then you got to understand the way that you actually use this to your advantage is to be not like them. You know when a say some stupid ass g t? All right! I' m gone | |
| Verse 3 | |
| She on a pill, I' m on that pink | |
| Her legs on my shoulders, her ass on my sink | |
| Her phone ringing, she ain' t even blink | |
| t kept ringing, wonder what he must think | |
| I ain' t got the time, baby, don' t quit him | |
| Pillow on the face, I don' t pillow talk with' em | |
| I bag' em up, brag' em, then forget' em | |
| Knock some years off, I' m a let you s babysit' em | |
| Hook | |
| " I ain' t got to spend my time with you. You know? If you want to with me, fine. It' s about pimping with me. But, about me trying to convince you that I' m pimping? you, , you know? Way too many mother g hoes out there for me to go with than sit up in and try to talk you into g with me, . Make me look little to sit up in here to try to talk your mother g ass into g with me. If you can' t see it then you lose. I' m the mother g prize, you know? I' m the prize! You not the prize. I can have seven mother s like you. You can' t never find a mother like me." |
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