Lloyd Banks ft. Vado – Painted Houses Freestyle Lyrics | Audio

Lyrics Painted Houses Freestyle – Lloyd Banks ft. Vado

Uh, Southside up
Harlem what up, Banks Sinatra
This how it’s goin’ down for the 2020, n**ga
Uh

I don’t expect peasants to recognize greatness
You used to riddles, future zeros
Where I’m from, make it out, you a superhero
You droppin’ s**t like the Irishmen, new and improve De Niro
Me and my baby against this crooked world, gotta .. earlobes

One in a billion with this feelin’, right product could move the zeros
Runnin’ the buildin’, weapon loadin’, uh, arms out like a scarecrow
You simple rappers could never face .., I got that je ne sais quoi
I hit the interstate hard, hop in the Benz and say Ah

You callin’ them bodies, uh, forensics say Nah
What would you do when fickle n**gas break fly
Dipped on the game and say Bye
Hangover houndin’ me from last night’s glory
I’m in new machinery, sporty, gettin’ smacked like corny
Make sure I’m careful, I don’t need no copper flashlights on me
Been here before, feel like my past life haunts me
Dog I’ve been …. ass OG
Miracle man, strap shorty

Two many slabs of currency, smuggle the bands back for me
Them traffic extracurricular, fold the windows
Come the mornin’, people catch blue c-notes, do a creshendo
.. from intro
My shooters shoot off the mental
Ain’t no maybes or misteps, if I crossed a line, then I meant to
n**ga movin’ on your boys, a unicorn beyond the human strong
.., twenty plus years, f**k it, I pooped so long
Four-thirty, the truth is born and true performed
Goin’ soon as recrutements, might heard you recordings
Wish I can roof ya songs
I’m buggin’, or this new generation is misdirected
Break ’em all apart, don’t .. my style .. with the disinfectant

Hoodie on, I’m heat protected
Hitman in the flippin’ necklace
For the record this the ..
Hit the gossip, .. the type-type, who even cares
n**ga I been sick, I do these mics like ..
My studio sessions turn to fright night, goonies appear
I’m right back on the pedal, OG white nights ..
Them people pitchin’ you hope
I never been opened to listenin’
King of mindin’ my business, the goat with the social distancin’
Rookies ain’t build the go rounds, cocky with no conditionin’
And b**chin’, your vocal pitchin’, ghostwriters, this flow suspicion
Run up on ’em, bust a move, baow, spend it like new addition
Hit this .. religiously, diamond dot on my crucifixions

Uh, everyone claimin’ they pop pistols
‘Til the opps get you, as soon as it’s not with you
And blow you like scars tissue
Cleanin’ up the room when these brooms and these mops hit you
Wrist bright, stick you for ice, like popsicles

Them fellas rowdy, I’m from where the weather cloudy
Where rappers bump this s**t .. than Teddy Riley
I’ve been the guy on the block street, Berretta ..
Point game, come through the lane, you better foul me
Forever score, my shooters are ..
When playin’ with pelicans we hit with ..
Only thing definite is gettin’ the feds involved

I’m tellin’ y’all, they had n**gas writtin’ to tell it all
Back to the .., like we don’t count it, we weigh it
.. like Frank Sharon, a bunch of houses I paint it
The hunnid thousands, I made it
The couple ounces, I gave it
I ain’t land everywhere but some project housin’, I’m favorite
They just snatched my OG but he innocent
Trunk full of coco was OT in the genesis
I move solo and lowkey, like I’m different
Still grab the .40 like OE, I’m a menace still

I ain’t the askin’ type
You got a bag, you don’t ask the price
Bullets tuck you in, kiss your ass goodnight
My n**ga Pool caught a massiνe bite
They bit him in his ass where the hunnid fast
Like he asked for life
I’m on your block, what y’all trappin’ like
Every corner, it’s red dot on the pole, like a traffic light
We f**k bad b**ches for braggin’ rights
The b**ch I had tonight
Made me work for it, almost had to wife
Keep it AC when it’s fire
CT to AC, it’s eight keys in the tire
Don’t thank me, I’m retired

If we talkin’ Franklins, quite frankly we ..
Ain’t tryna lose, I’m like What I gotta prove
Corona virus got me movin’ like Howard Hughes
A lotta dudes that’s part fool was ..
Make sure every watch comin’ in plain like tattoo
911, white seat pipin’, .. blue
Carolina sh*e, MJ’s from ’92
No monkey bars, these guns swing will slide through
When I ride through, b**ches assume like ..
Vado…

➤ Written by Lloyd Banks
Produced by Beat Butcha
Lloyd Banks | Vado | 2020

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