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Lloyd ft. Trey Songz & Young Jeezy “Be The One” Music & Lyrics

May 31, 2011 By david Leave a Comment

Lloyd ft. Trey Songz & Young Jeezy “Be The One” Music & Lyrics

Lyrics:
[Lloyd - Chorus]
Girl I wanna be the one, be be be the one
Girl I wanna be the one
Be the one to kiss you goodnight
Be the one, be be be be the one
Girl I wanna be the one, be the one
Girl I wanna be the one, be be be the one
Girl I wanna be the one, be the one to kiss you goodnight
Be the one, be be be the one, girl I wanna be the one
Be the one to kiss you goodnight.

A lil sunshine open my eyes
Wake up in the morning, she on my mind
Get fresh, get dressed
The world, it’s my time
So you can think about your soul
? cause you know we on
So let me turn off that phone
We aint gotta stop we grown
And I don’t really give a f-ck who’s calling
I don’t really give a f-ck who’s ballin’
Call me A. Keys, who’s Fallin’
You’s fallin’, thats dude’s problem
So hop in this thang
Forget what he said
Wanna taste my favourite spread
my lips between your legs

[Lloyd - Chorus]

[Trey Songz]
? I’m headed over there
You better be prepared
Pullin’ on ya hair
No kiddin’, no trippin’
My dog and yo kitten
My head in yo mitten
If you take it than I’m gon’ give it
If you throw it, then I’m gon hit it
I’m aint gon miss it, it’s my mission I’ma kiss on every lip of yours
What now, touch down, your body like a score
Get it, I’ma get it like you never did before

[Chorus]

[Young Jeezy]
Look, Lloyd got me on these dutch masters
So all you see is these dutch rappers
Coconut kush, cocnut ciroc
Not behind the wheel, coconut the top
Get it? yeah I said nothing
Talk back to her, like what
Aint nothing sweet in my sweet
See I start off slow, go deep
Got an uptown ?, it’s over
I told ya, she my soldier
Yeh, Young be the boss
Everyday of the week I floss
Look off white rocks, no denim
Look off white drop, no rental
Yeah, top down in the winter
Say I ball too hard, Sportscenter
I’m in the club with my ice out
Start blowing up my iPhone
Like where ya at? where ya been?
What ya doing tonight, can you hit it again
From the back, while I’m on the scene
While you smoking blunts while ya drinking drinks
While ya other broads blowing up ya phone
WHile ya pulling my hair with ya Nike’s on

[Lloyd - Chrous]

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Wale ft.Lloyd “Let’s Chill” Music & Lyrics

December 22, 2010 By david 2 Comments

Wale ft.Lloyd “Let’s Chill” Music & Lyrics

Lyrics:
[Verse 1 - Wale]
Okay heaven sent this melody so let me sing it to ya
And I call you Ms. Folarin see that got a ring, don’t it
And I got this thing for ya my infiniti’s infiniti
Put that on everything these other bitches anything
Shit
I’m just tryna chill a bit play with it and blaze a bit,
then play you all my latest shit
Lately I been stressing so I need you like I’m crazy
Music full of relevant and money’s overrated
That’s why I spend it like I look at it with hatred
To look at you is painful, cuz I ain’t seen you naked
But I’ma wait it out I’m bout to see that drought
Cuz if I hit it now these feelings take a different route
So, I’m on some 40 days and night shit
Feeling like it’s Ramadan and I just need a bite quick
Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift
So I’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

[Lloyd - Chorus]

Let’s chill
Girl I don’t want to rush tonight
Take your time when you’re with me baby
So I can give you what you need, I know what you like
Let’s Chill
It’s obvious that girl you’re fine
But I just wanna make love to your mind
So if you open up your heart I’ll give you mine
Let’s Chill

[Verse 2 - Wale]
Usually ain’t nothing
Usually one and done up she done up and looking beautiful
That don’t mean I’ma stunt up
No need to rush it, we got forever babygirl
We getting closer every moment I’ve been waiting for it
Ain’t saying I don’t need it, if you gave it I would take it
Have you shaken I would break you off
Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all
And I can show you all this love without a bit of sex involved
Maybe I foreplay it, maybe I kiss it lady, and even if we don’t speak you still as immations/imitations (?)
That’s how this lovin be, love it when she under me
She say that she celibate, I penetrate her mentally
So if it’s meant to be, then it’s meant to be
Hold on to the now, cuz I know sex be changing everything
If it’s meant to be, then it’s meant to be
She say I think I’m ready, if it change just remember me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Lloyd]
Aww girl, good sex and money ain’t all I have to give
There’s no counterfeit but least(?) naw girl it’s real
It’s a quarter to light, the perfect time to chill
You mean more than a million girls
ooohhhh So Let’s Chill
Chorus
C’mon and let’s chill baby
Yeah
Let’s chill

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Lloyd Banks “Large On The Streets” Music & Lyrics

November 21, 2010 By david 2 Comments

Lloyd Banks “Large On The Streets” Music & Lyrics

Lyrics:
Literally drops and blood shed
sour dough, nuff bread
in position of power them chumps dead
backstabbers and cowards get drunk beds
and violent when unfed, PO’s get a challengers bum head
medic, didn’t mean it, shouldnt have said it
insults are remembered, we all working to said it
dont play with me, you’ll regret it
cause I target the man before the edit
leave you like hard tops beheaded
I keep cream, the pistols my street team
triples on my sweet beam
crystals in my lap, I’m a beach dream
the skyscrapers to South Jamaica to foreign paper
I dominate ya, my shine shows a thousand acres
I knock 7 bitches down in vegas
knock 7 pictures down, I’m famous
I gotta work
congratulate me with a lot of purp
I’m straight as a college shirt, money to the collar bone, it gotta hurt
Million dollar condo windows, my view spotless
cant see over my shoe boxes
I hold a big grudge, can’t maintain my cool conscience
smooth offence, high middle the news conference
new sponsors hoes trickin from how I dick em

ten orgasm’s more they gon powder six ones
she ever had a grimey thought I shook it out her system
On cloud nine I smoke like a politician
southside yelling at every rhyme I’m spitting
popeyes and long sides from rides driven
Lil homie been smoking, he 11 now
product of the same neighbourhood, hope that don’t let him down
dont go popping off your mouth, harlem showing I go loko
Lloyd lost in time, hear my 1994 flow, came with the yellow
gardener with the Rose Gold
Him with the platinum crush ice
if your nose colds, train em with the raps
dirty boxer with the low blows
famous with the tatts,
keep straps for you and so so
flat line, i put a MC to rest
chipped up shoulder, ill like the Fila F
they gave me something to smile and feel like I need to rest
middle of summers my shine and bricks and weed for stress
I got em hopping out of chracter my gun caliber, babbler
lift bars as hard as africa
karma’s a trafficker, challengers a root statistic
pardon my picnic, tooley on, MR fix it
my ups and downs got me looking at these b-tches different
staring at my dad in these pictures twisted
I aint ya normal, I’m on my shit terrific
i figured I warn you, the bigger ticket
big baller call you
I hope it’s on you Lord knows a n-gga push me
I set ‘em on wheels, all you get is midget p-ssy
cookies with you pop snatched I pop back
radio hijack get it all before I die rap
my contacts help driving you soundtrack
order built for combat 2010 and beyond that

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Lloyd Banks “Everything You Got” Music & Lyrics

November 16, 2010 By david 3 Comments

Lloyd Banks “Everything You Got” Music & Lyrics

Lyrics:
[Lloyd Banks - Chorus]
My blood rushin off 151 proof
high speed blowing weed out the sunroof
my car got navigation if u want too
later I can come thru, and break it down till I touch that spot
u should hop up on it, baby my performance,
will make u gimme everything u got
I’im fresh of the corner
shorty let me warn ya
Imma put it on ya till you drop

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 1]
I’m fresh off the block, what it do baby?
its a new year and you can be my new lady
I got a reputation for representing
if sex was a weapon, I’ma fully loaded Heckler,
steppin, flossin, jewelry game awesome, frostin,
brighter then the lights on a Porcshe and they hatin’
but I dont pay ‘em no mind,
cuz what I got could turn a pig to a pork rind
they probably mad cuz they rentin and I bought mine,
and the truck sittin’ higher then new york crime
the fans know whats up, the shortys show me love
they dont need an upper Im they one and only drug

[Lloyd Banks - Chorus]
My blood rushin off 151 proof
high speed blowing weed out the sunroof
my car got navigation if u want too
later I can come thru, and break it down till I touch that spot
u should hop up on it, baby my performance,
will make u gimme everything u got
I’im fresh of the corner
shorty let me warn ya
Imma put it on ya till you drop

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
Babygirl u comin or not
if this was alcohol it’d be 100 a shot
ever since the parkin’ lot
I’ve been wantin to pop and if you knew my catalog
all the frontin would stop
I got us dyin out the rock, with our own lil spot
she’s like a porno star, and shes on that cock
I got a senior out in college and a dome thats hot
she got energy I got night and morn’ that twat,
like it or not, I’m not fuckin with ya’ll,
I’ll be damned to participate in somethin’ this small
its really nothin to ball
I got a couple to call,
three cousins from the bean and im f-ckin ‘em all

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Lloyd Banks “Make Money” Music & Lyrics

November 8, 2010 By david 6 Comments

Lloyd Banks “Make Money” Music & Lyrics

Lyrics:
You need it, go get it
7 days committed
You need it, go get it
7 days committed, n-gga

make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money

Make money, damn if they gon take it from me
super swag, bet I get ya naked hunny
you know my stump ground, South Jamaica dummy
aint no comp round, 6 or 7 acres counting
they made I got in, never shoot or let me do
body full of diamonds, hoppin’ out the Bentley coupe
crime high, I’m climbin’, the other pockets empty crew
n-ggas thought I died then, call me Mackavelli blue
red and green stripes, diamond ear squares
screaming twin pumps, right off the Lear stairs
I give a f-cka bout a b-tch you a care bear
heart pumpin’, anti freeze as I stand here
punch a Cotto, nightclubs bunch of photos
run up on me like a dolo when I’m thumping dolo
(?), bigger dollar signs than lowlow
twenty stacks off a Polo when I go on promo

make money, even though it don’t make me
it takes me somewhere you gon need an AC
they chase me, cause my neck is clear as HD
you can’t see, baby I’m in money waist deep
you should f-ck with me, I’mma be that n-gga
how ya gon start acting funny when I get bigger
f-ck the awards, I’d rather buy me a coupe
nothing needed, do it all for the loot
we here to make money
make money, make money
take money, take money, take money
great money, in and out of state money
weight mopney, Benjamin’s straight money

Flat party, I’m steamrolling everybody
Maserati, riding is my kind of hobby
white Ferrari, player pressed for p-ssy hardy
aint no probably, she leave’s I’ma get a doggy
Bank’s aka ya got nothing for me,

show me 30 40 more MC’s later they will bore me
delivery semi auti, styles I’ll never story
bout a thousand they will call me I’ma different category
you playing big, riding round in your family crib
look at your rib, roc boys understand the kid
we handle sh-t, play with me get your candles lit, smoked
ashes out the window of a brand new six
don’t look behind me, move me, you and what army
armed with Armani, Christian Dior whole army
you owe me sorry’s, making money, living calmly
Nicki got me f-cking Barbies, cousin’s and aunt’s

make money, even though it don’t make me
it’s takes me somewhere you gon need an AC
they chase me, cause my neck is clear as HD
you can’t see, baby I’m in money waist deep
you should f-ck with me, I’mma be that n-gga
how ya gon start acting funny when I get bigger
f-ck the awards, I’d rather buy me a coupe
nothing needed, do it all for the loot
we here to make money
make money, make money
take money, take money, take money
great money, in and out of state money
weight mopney, Benjamin’s straight money

You need it, go get it
7 days committed
You need it, go get it
7 days committed, n-gga

make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money

[End]

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Lloyd Banks ft.Styles P “Unexplainable” Music & Lyrics

November 7, 2010 By david 3 Comments

Lloyd Banks ft.Styles P “Unexplainable” Music & Lyrics

Lyrics:
[Lloyd Banks]
Ugh, here’s where I go in
back on the dough route
more money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that’d bring the hoes out
dollar signs brung in, thats what I know bout

here’s where I go in
back on the dough route
more money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that’d bring the hoes out
dollar signs brung in, thats what I know bout

my hunger is unexplainable
Cool people, Kenevil in my alter-ego
zero tolerance, we strapped wherever we go
wife, repo, ’bout a mill and a half keyhole
bite marks from you slugs on tracks and kilo’s
three-notes got my p’s q’s in my jeans
g-g-gee-whizz, my rides like superhero
four five ceelo, look how good I reload
right back at you, abide by the g-code
click clack deep hole, the industry deboed
we built this (?) ground up
why would they figure we fold
figure fours on the competition
(?)
my flows like the levee’s open
foreign trips, fortified zips, heavy smoking
problem tips, 45 clips, chevy smoking
(?) got into this, I bet he make it
aint gotta give me sh-t I’mma take it

here’s where I go in
back on the dough route
more money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that’d bring the hoes out
dollar signs brung in, thats what I know bout

Neck, wrist froze out, top fiver no doubt
talkin, what she got now
old money don’t count, back where she kick out
quit running

[Styles P]
Here’s how I show out
even though I’m rap
I’m with the (?) that move blow out
leather pull the door out
you can make it rain, but I’d rather make it snow out
run up on your crib with the big four four out
Here’s how I show out
watch when I show up getting chips off the strip with the piff and the blowups
I’mma kill the block and than leave with the slow up
get your mind popped off before the sign that you throw up
I just want to lamp and feed the weed plants grow up
get that money….

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Lloyd Banks “When I Get There” Music & Lyrics

October 24, 2010 By david Leave a Comment

Lloyd Banks “When I Get There” Music & Lyrics

Lyrics:
[Lloyd Banks]
Purple weed and cloudy skies
Audi rides, used to have to troop but now we drive
now we fly, ball, fly bitches, now we vibe
new movie starring your’s truly, make the party live
the mommy’s call me daddy
I call them now and then
tell them bring their girlfriends, line them up and then shower
then it’s right back to usual
excuse how I excuse you
you thought I was looking at you
I was looking through you
through my eyes I see things clearer
could it be my Bentley nearer
hammer under chincilla
chill the fuck out ‘fore we kill ya
I’m no where near familar
live is realer when you’re speeding, weeding
locking house you need, my reality for the evening (evening)
when you’re at the top the bottom calls
every summer body drops, still right out there by the mall
pop my bands and buy it all
put my hands in front of coals
lot of grands than I’m involved
problem man, I’ll get it solved
spick and span no problem

[Chorus]
Weed it up, tear it down,
thats how we roll (thats how we roll)
devil wanna take me now
but I aint going, too many already down, feel like I owe ‘em
front your head now than your pounds
show up to no-one
when I get to the top (the top)
all way to the top (the top)
I’ma sh-t on you than climb back down
just so I can sp-t on you
its pitiful (it’s pitiful)
the shit they do, when they get through

[Lloyd Banks- Verse 2]
They used to count a n-gga out
remember that to this day
haven’t seen me since I made it
rather have it this way
hung up my Jersey for a minute now I’m back in the play
back in that zone where I’m snapping, rapping like back in the day
in New York city and now California
styling on you skinny n-gga from around the corner
then found the maurijuana in my 2k bomber
Benz or recline, man I arm her with my rear persona
and riot armour, work magic, dont make me try it on ya
halla Kasaam, cabaam, shazaam, now take cover fast as ya can
man, f-ck you sucka n-ggas and your RIP tatts
Southside, sleep, breath and eat that, we back
I had it hard, don’t call me lucky, call me lots of money
my flow aint from this time, more like 2 thousand twenty
bitch take the space up, back the f-ck up I’ma need some room
you know the order, bag ‘em, tag ‘em, let the G’s run through ‘em

[Chorus]

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Lloyd Banks “Finish Line” Music & Lyrics

October 17, 2010 By david Leave a Comment

Lloyd Banks “Finish Line” Music & Lyrics

Lyrics:
[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, ballin’
chasin’ K’s like Reggie Bush
my haters hatin’ don’t know how inside the Bentley look
five in the mornin’ recording
you think I slept all day
but I really aint slept at all
I got bills that’s due, need cheques today
southside don’t play play around
if you want me, another black body dumped
duck down when you hear the sound,
I got peace but not the kind you want
n-gga R.I.P, march throught the club with no I.D
make sure they put the pretty b-tches round me
tables of Bub’ and it’s all on me
hoes show love in the V.I.P
think about bread when you think about P
what I done did and how I OD
check a muthaf-cking thing here free
touch nothing you see
I ex’ing off the hoes quick as they come
drinking heavy rollin’ up like i got an extra lung
singing Bentley, sippin’ harley pardon what I’ve become
leakin’ bezey, reaper fetti, product of mama slum
these n-ggas never did sh-t for me when I was starvin’ son
just me against them, you remember that
thought you’d be glad but you parting along when I’m ending at
I don’t see no kind of friend in that
f-ck em all go spend a stack
yapping like a bitch don’t get more friend than that
this that no pretending rap
y’all know how my engine at
nine in front two ten’s in back
running with that stack in his back
one in yo ad
I know I’m watched by an angel
still feel her hugs and her kisses
on the phone with my grandma
don’t give a f-ck bout these bitches
dont give a f-ck bout their trophy’s
or anything that they might owe me
I do this for you (you, you)
the only ones that really know me
only ones that aint disown me
I remember everything they said
said I was dead, deaded all that
sledgehammer right on your head
live for the now, su woo to gone
sucka n-gga’s left red
no time for waiting rather get mine instead

I gettin’ money on a dime
girl it’s my time
go get that Love sh-t out your mind
you living blind
can’t go for that will fall behind
I’m on the grind
Im hittin ‘em two at a time
why would I decline

see you at the finish line
line, line,line,line,line,line
see you at the finish line
line, line,line,line,line,line
see you at the finish line
line, line,line,line,line,line
see you at the finish line
line, line,line,line,line,line
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