الأغاني:
Lloyd Banks Fall Back

(feat. Fabolous, Brandy) Fall Back, I'm tryna breathe and you killing me Fall Back, I understand that you feeling me I ain't gotta attitude but I'ma

(feat. Fabolous, Brandy) Fall Back, I'm tryna breathe and you killing me Fall Back, I understand that you feeling me I ain't gotta attitude but I'ma

finger up I'm gonna just keep grabbin my balls, cup em I'll never fall again, I trip on stairs, I fall up em so buttercup dont try to come back knockin

me that thong Before I head home Im'a stop at your house and blow the horn If you come outside you know it's on (holla at your boy) [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks

[Lloyd banks] Under dog is cool, I'm used to being overlooked look at me now I'm filled with style, my blunt is rolled with Kush look bitch I'm ballin

"Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me" Snitch in the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me" It's elementary 1, 2, 3, 4 Lloyd Banks

like Ben Gay, cause his back go out He the one that taught me, what bein' black's about Now peep the roach on the walls, that fall and crawl on my

Fall Back, I'm tryna breathe and you killing me Fall Back, I understand that you feeling me I ain't gotta attitude but I'ma flip if you don't give me

Yayo is Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks