Lyrics:
(can't believe this girl)
To still want to be my lady (you know what I tell about)
You must be crazy (she can not kiss)
To still want to be my lady (an
grams in the fuckin' spliff
Call it what you want I'm a zombie bitch I'm off this shit
Yo prada never gonna pile up
If you can't follow this game,
you don't give me room to move
(Brandy)
What the fuck proper truck 7 jeans white truck range rover sitting on 23's
From the 745 on the 105 won't be
too like i'm Lloyd Banks
You the shit
You so fly
Fuck what you think
Don't got the time
Speak what i think
What's on my mind
I pay my bills
Yeah there
beat yo' face up, if ain't no paystub by Friday, bitch
(I want my motherfucking check, nigga)
(You better quit playing with me) for real though
(I
Yeah, this something special ya know, something epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
Cause a nigga thugging don't mean he don't
Don't wanna see you smile
[Intro]
Yeah
[Chorus]
What you want (What you huh)
What you want (What you want)
What you want (Tell me)
Like what you want (What you want)
What
chickens,
I don't wanna talk about it (I don't want to talk about it)
[50 Cent]
Go head and ask me what I'm ridin' in
So I can say the Enzo, my bitch
now
Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson
You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?
Balls off, all the homies by the ball court
Shit hit
Allow me to emote
Yeah, let's spit some of that shit P
I know you want what's mine
Get your own shit
I know you want my wife, get your own bitch
You
to play meeee
The blood will flow faster than the OJ
(crazy) LLOYD BANK$!
Bank$! - You never seen a legend on wheels
(uh-'uuuh) no, not that accura the man
Dub dubby dubby
Cuhh
Know-what-i’m- talm-bout
Money money
What’s hannin tiny Rick
Say
I knew what was up, you tried to open me up
Like a doctor with
it all crispy clear so I keep my pistol near,
Hearts never full of fear homie I stay well aware of what's going
Around me motherfuckers want me dead
The drops is out, the broads come out
Roll the dice hear let the cops come out
Pinky ring hanging out the window
Like "you so crazy"
Bitch i'm
Not everyone in New York would pay to see Andrew Lloyd Webber
May his trousers fall down as he bows to the queen and the crown
I don't know what
Not everyone in New York would pay to see Andrew Lloyd Webber
May his trousers fall down as he bows to the queen and the crown
I don't know what
Power 106
LA, it's ya girl, Yesi Ortiz
Got some brand-new music
I need y'all to turn it up and lemme know what you think
It's Lloyd called
is the game we play
But I just won't play by those rules
Baby, I'm not lost
I'ma keep it one hundred, tell you what I want
So there be no surprises
Ambicio ,why is you hatin and jealous at me for
You don't want this beef like a vegan ( like who )
That's word to Cindy and
A cup of that remy i keep it
Smokin' that piff, goin' where dolphins swim
44-Colt, that's tossin' him
And that four-do' car is what I'm flossin' in (YEAH!)
I'm in the black, you in
your wife roam, she want a divorce now
You niggaz ain't this gully, play it I paint your skully
You never take this from me the riders and all
bulletproof, red Timb boots
nigga loose, license plate screamin' "Fuck you"
drunken days, I wish ya'll knew
thug dreams, what it means to you
red seams, triple
Grace “The Remix”
lyrics by Tamara Lloyd
Produced by Michael Loyd
Verse 1
In eternity past you thought about me
Knowing that I would be lost still
on strike, YEAH!
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
She got what I want, want (uh-huh)
She got what I need, need (that's right)
She rollin my blunt, blunt (yeah)
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