1 Shot Deal lyrics

Artist  : Lloyd Banks 
Song : 1 Shot Deal



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Mr. one two three

Mr.
One Shot Deal



I'm leaving out with
heavy dough

After every show

That's
why my chain, watch, frame and bezzy glow

I
pull through the P's, whip 'round the chevy
slow

I ain't gotta tell niggaz I'm hot,
they already know



I got big rooms
with walk-in closets

It looks like Foot
Locker when you walk inside it

You're dead
broke so you can't pop your collar

And you
gonna spend the whole summer eating off the
dollar menu

I'm a grown man, there still a
little child in you

and he gonna come out
as soon as the 40-cal hit you

It's either
that or get your ass beaten once a day

You're gonna need a magician to wipe the bumps
away



My car worth more than your
deal

I got chrome on the wheel

and
four in the grill

If my chick was in
flicks, she'd be the girl all over my balls

Mean head game, she suck the corn on the cob
off



I'm the man in charge

Look
at the damn garage

There's old schools,
white, blue and camouflage

My rings are
heavy, I could use a hand massage

The hell
with the law, the cap, judge and the sarge