T.I.

T.I. - Bankhead lyrics

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[T.I.:] Westside nigga (hey, hey, hey, Bankhead nigga)



[Chorus]

I got my 44's, and my dro, and my Chevy on 24's, and my Hoe,

now where'm I sposed ta go (Bankhead nigga)

I got my

44's, and my dro, and my

Chevy on 24's, and my

Hoe, now where'm I sposed ta go

(Bankhead nigga)



[T.I.:]

see me

Riding in the Chevy 44's on the seat wit a

Quarter o blow get low lemme see, no tags, no license, da trunk loaded wit d riding

Fulton Ind., where we normally be, they pull us

Over you think I'm stopping you must be fuckin' wit me,

if they don't wanna die tonight they best stop fuckin' wit me

Ima pull over in Bowen Homes where my cousin will be and they gon'

Hide me in they home while they lookin' for me



[Mac-Boney:]

now we the

Neighborhood superstars, pimp a Chevy pullin' hard

Thousand dollars worth of dimes

in the trap with rock stars we

Puttin' fear in cowards hearts

when they see us on the block

Swirvin' in da duce and fo' all the bustin' shots just because the Hell I care about getting caught

I'm makin' bail by 12 o'clock

Back in the spot with the same bomb, serve and drop

I pull a hoe in Bangkok, drop her off at tip spot

I'm burnin' rubber fuck the cops, another day on my block



[Chorus]



[AK:]

I'm

Cadillac daddy pulled up on some hoes from old naddy

Said I'm Pimp Squad hoe what's happenin'

Westside getting them panties snapping

She asked me can I do the Laffy Taffy

I said I do to make the pussy happy

Lets get em home over on Virginia

Step inside a sweeta nigga contender you in for a

Lil fender bender

Baby just remember make it quick

You niggas kinda know me I'm the shit



[Big Kuntry:]

I'm the in the

Bubble, cush Chevy well at least that's what it smells like

Hit the gas, poof, fire blowing out the tailpipe

Tailpipe, that's all these hoes wanna lick for the night I

Treat em like Tina beat the pussy and ya call me Ike

That's right, monster ridin' sittin' on the 28's it

Sounds like a stadium, you woulda thought the braves played

the engine running like Vick

With the falcons on the hood

Mr. Mr. Westside

Yeah you know they in my hood



[Chorus]



[C-Rod:]

Ain't no

Telling where I'm goin', once I'm steppin' out, singin' on the

High life windows up in the clouds open up your consel that's where I got my gun,

right next to that

get that finger roll another one

I got the vitamins make a freak fuck all night

Hoes know killas on the Westside

Earn stripes make the money turn right just look at my

Piece and my grillz swirvin'

off church street the pimp god gave me skills



[Young Dro:]

I was born up in Bankhead (Young Dro)

ya'll remember me

Way back in 83', T.I. stayed on the street for me

Just 'cause I'm from Bankhead, niggas havin' beef with me

Half never seen a G, in the cap and my beemer V

10 screens folded, in my Chevy watchin' "Lean On Me"

Ridin' down Simpson bout to waste my Purple lean on me

Purple in the clean on me, the hoes on premolean

Waffle house charges the color black, I got a bee on me



[Chorus]



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