Lloyd Banks - I Know You Dont Love Me

Song Rating: 7.80/10

Song lyrics:

[Hook: 50 Cent]
I know you dont love me, you aint the same when Jay-Zs around
I know you dont love me, you scream and holler when Eminems in town
I know you dont love me, Snoop put me up on how the hoes get down
I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris
Try to run game on me, you punk-b**h
I know you dont love me

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
Gators and ostrich, you know the apparel
You could see my outfit on the Discovery Channel
Im a stunner, my b**hes trained like robots
They sniff coke, deep throat, and they hold out Glocks
Its the brick-copper, the ounce chopper
645 NASCAR driver thats known to spit lava
Im in Cancun, with a model in the bedroom
Her p**y tight like an airplane bathroom
Talk out your mouth piece, baby pah
The baby A-R will make it hot like South Beach
I move like, Bin Laden armed with them hammers
In that new Jag wagon, with James Bond vagrant
Medina all - red; mira give me - head
Bad b**h, look like Eva Mendes
Im a gangsta, general, comrade n***a
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag n***a

[Hook: 50 Cent]
I know you dont love me, you aint the same whenever Banks around
I know you dont love me, you scream and holler whenever Ushers in town
I know you dont love me, see Dre put me up on how the hoes get down
I know you like Buck and that Dirty South sh**
Try to run game on me you punk b**h
I know you dont love me

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Im in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playing so I can hear ery thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hogging up two lanes
The navigation got me to where Im gon be staying
The trunk full of something that can get a n***a life
So my seatbelts on, and Im stopping at the light
I done been to Queens before but not behind the wheel


Im a country n***a, aint this many buildings where I live
But the business gotta be handled so where this coward at
We leave a couple n***as laying, bet them b**hes holla back
Ever since Yayo been home its been on
Smacking n***as up, employers is getting sent home
On this battlefield, you know, its k** or be k**ed
Leavin n***as with bulletholes and hospital bills
This is how it is homie, La Costa Nostra
I wont stop til Im on a Wanted poster, motherf**ers

[Hook: 50 Cent]
I know you dont love me, you aint the same when Lil Jons around
I know you dont love me, you scream and holler when Slim Thugs in town
I know you dont love me, yeah Em put me up on how the hoes get down
I aint got time for a groupie-a** b**h
Try to run game and they aint about sh**
I know you dont love me

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
You should thank the Lord if the ray gon getcha
Cause the sawed-offll microwave a n***a like Adolf Hitler
f** pressure, I enter the ring calm
Im nicer than them Japanese n***as in ping-pong
Look at my ring don, lease a 100 K for bling on
Smoking the same buddha as the courtroom shooter
I got the mind of a genius; the rag-white Jag
Backhand like Venuss, got a jab like Zab, ya b**h
Im making her knees knock in the lab
Let off, and send her to the weed spot in the cab
And I dont hate all music, I just hate yalls
And I hear you when you whisper, got the ear of Ray Charles
Im ahead of my cla** f**er
And I only serve a b**h once, so they treat my dick like the Last Supper
n***as calling out my name in vain
When someone jab to the jaw they be the claim to fame

[Hook: 50 Cent]
I know you dont love me, you aint the same whenever Banks around
I know you dont love me, you scream and holler whenever Ushers in town
I know you dont love me, see Dre put me up on how the hoes get down
I know you like Buck and that Dirty South sh**
Try to run game on me, you punk b**h
I know you dont love me, I know you dont love me

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 07:49