Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Propane , by - Lloyd Banks. Release date: 03.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Propane |
| Yeah |
| Banks |
| COTI… |
| Hundred dollar bills for sit-up drills, my benji' reps |
| Ignorant, and I don’t give two fucks with Fendi F’s |
| Learning by habit, consistency made the memory stretch |
| Turn you to an addict, your lady will kiss the Bentley chest |
| Dig your way out the ground or spend a century stressed |
| I get you stomped off some 'ority, shouldn’t tempt the vets |
| Uh, playa haters make my temper flex |
| 20 years of pushing this pen, an instrumental threat |
| Death to haters, can’t even be here in spirit |
| Kill a nigga, set up his GoFundMe and steal it |
| Designer chronic, pockets reeking out the air vent |
| I can show you where to buy this shit, can’t teach you how to wear it |
| It’s a waste going back and forth, success will really kill 'em |
| Balling like Russell Westbrook, Bill or Wilson |
| Give me rappers, I’ma kill some, mumblers on my jacket |
| Drop the remains in traffic, club him like I’m barbaric |
| Star addicts |
| Nothing is the same |
| These niggas don’t deserve to rock, run 'em out the game |
| They love it when we serve the block, this is cocaine |
| The temperature is falling and this shit ain’t gon' change |
| Nigga drive safely, swerving out of lane |
| The pain is strong enough to make a nigga go insane |
| We just want the money, y’all can have the fame |
| Promise I’ll remain, put it my chain, propane |
| Uh, dumb is justification, is it working, does it keep it fast? |
| Everybody just can’t be hating, my nigga you just trash |
| Ass kissers dropping to knees, you need the Ewing pads |
| I ain’t seen you niggas since teens, still hope you doing bad |
| Country of the Serpant, y’all all in bed with the snake |
| Black fitted reads: «When was America great?» |
| In the bootleg era, left competition dead on a tape |
| Kryptonite to super save a hoe, infrared on your cape |
| Shit, I’m lying? |
| Get me amputated, cradled to the casket, homie |
| Nothing 'bout me animated, I only use the cash emoji |
| Everybody make mistakes, let nothing out past control me |
| Married to the motherfucking game, frozen matrimony |
| Hate when they compare me to niggas, never been even, son |
| Hammer to a hand grenade, cannon to a BB-Gun |
| Pussy talking slick about me, who you think was feeding them? |
| I pull up on you all four quarters, let the meter run |
| Nothing is the same |
| These niggas don’t deserve to rock, run 'em out the game |
| They love it when we serve the block, this is cocaine |
| The temperature is falling and this shit ain’t gon' change |
| Nigga drive safely, swerving out of lane |
| The pain is strong enough to make a nigga go insane |
| We just want the money, y’all can have the fame |
| Promise I’ll remain, put it my chain, propane |