Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Formaldehyde, artist - Lloyd Banks. Date of issue: 03.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Formaldehyde |
| Every song is a homicide |
| My breath of fresh air is formaldehyde |
| Just let the album ride |
| I’m back in the zone, it’s 2009 |
| You on the browser lines |
| I’m watching you niggas with Malcolm eyes |
| Death from a thousand lines |
| Accurate, don’t need a vouch for mine |
| This little culture crime stick patch charging me alkaline |
| Fuck up your mouth design |
| Predator vision, a falcon flyin' |
| I’m coming out the climb |
| Hakeem, Diesel, and Yao combined |
| All of my outfits shine |
| Heavy on rocks and platinum time clarity crystal clear |
| That’s how I know a picture near |
| Been coolin', time to stir the pot |
| Dapper Dane did the kitchenware, now listen here |
| My motherfuckin' business I choose to disappear |
| Ready, don’t gotta get prepared |
| This is my rags to riches year |
| No more fakin' now, you normal facin' clown |
| I got better terror to hold your minds than Norman Bates |
| And now you don’t wanna shake with the dog |
| Need my paws on the spaceship now |
| Gotta leave my mark on the town |
| Where they normalize heat and foul, uh |
| .44 out the truck (Truck) |
| 'Cause round here they don’t give a fuck (Yeah) |
| I’m all about a buck (Buck) |
| I think it’s time we live it up |
| You shit fresh out of luck |
| New in Ferragamo buckled up |
| The coppers wanna cuff us |
| But we got lawyers to rough 'em up |
| Strapped to the teeth a fact that the trappers tap in with me |
| I spent 2019 putting rappers back on their feet |
| A stack on the seat I made from pushing crack on the street |
| But when I drop it’s gon' feel like LeBron back on the East |
| And y’all suckers be playin', inside the whip is butter pecan |
| Three boxes from loaf’s, get rich again if one of these land |
| OG with stripes like a bumblebee, I’m humbly sayin' |
| I get your family kidnapped by waving one of these hands |
| Yeah, uh huh, niggas talk that gangsta shit until it happen |
| Come through shootin' backwards |
| Blew through traffic like the Dukes of Hazard |
| Yeah, all my hoes exclusive with abusive habits |
| And me and Blue don’t get no passes 'til we see you in action |
| That’s how they take it, as soon as you make it |
| It hurt 'em worse when you exceed expectations |
| I’m hearing screams from the graveyard |
| In my interviews, they tell me, «Explain more» |
| It’s simple, I took a risk and it paid off |
| Griselda |
| .44 out the truck (Truck) |
| 'Cause round here they don’t give a fuck |
| I’m all about a buck (Buck) |
| I think it’s time we live it up |
| You shit fresh out of luck |
| New in Ferragamo buckled up |
| The coppers wanna cuff us |
| But we got lawyers to rough 'em up |
| Uh, it ain’t nothin' as infareds involved |
| Stacked up against me, I severed odds |
| You teachin' who 'bout what? |
| Hang my pic up in your seminars |
| Carry forever scars, fuck’s winning like if you never lost? |
| .357 laws, take a beard down like I’m letting them off |
| Three to four advances get you all some dances |
| I been a champ, it’s just the more I do, the more semantics |
| You hot shit on your campus, ain’t no awkward answers |
| Stay out of motions, deafen pussies like lupals and cancer |
| Merchandise that burn up and CDs that trample on |
| My flawless record made my ego big, need me a amazon |
| A camera form, they showed my name too long |
| Maybe the cam was wrong |
| She outta line, you better check her, shit working the fan was warm |
| 18 years old, I was golden brown with the tats covered |
| Classic material crumbled up in my scrap bucket |
| Stumbled on one of my demos, caught a relapse from it |
| Born to rise my work 'til this day they made me immortalized |
| .44 out the truck (Truck) |
| 'Cause round here they don’t give a fuck |
| I’m all about a buck (Buck) |
| I think it’s time we live it up |
| You shit fresh out of luck |
| New in Ferragamo buckled up |
| The coppers wanna cuff us |
| But we got lawyers to rough 'em up |