gangster Plus I survived everything you got in that chamber I thrived off-a danger, jumpin' in all beef You keep talkin' shit, now the squad called me.. [Banks!] [ Verse 4 ] [ Lloyd
Bentley My jeans are never empty, bitch Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley This scheming dont affect me [Lloyd
at my life, and see what i see, but you can never, you can never do it like me, you can never, you can never do it like me, like me. (verse 1)(Lloyd
let's get it in, girl Hey, girl, I'm pickin' you, let's go You gotta be the baddest in the club is all I know Tell your friends I'll see you tomorrow And tell them that young Lloyd
Swagger jagger, swagger jagger You should get some of your own Count that money, get your game on Get your game on, get ya, get ya, game on You can't
to the bed goin' deep like a wide out we about to ride out, imma bring the fight out... lloyd mayweather girl imma put
Yeah, you got me, I'm up now It's your loss, it'd suck to be you History is like a cordon, no relay It keeps repeating itself and what else can I say
yeah, ch yeah, what up lloyd? You know that she bad when she walk up in the club and the dj started playin her song you know that she bad when she call
I-I-I can make your bedrock I-I-I can make your bedrock girl I-I-I can make your bedrock I-I-I can make your bedrock I can heat it up like a ultimate
Verse 1: Superstar you are. The best I've ever had by far. Thought I could get over you. But, no your just to far. Your so high out there, you so high
Chorus: Lay your head on my pillow Lay your head on my pillow Lay it down Lay it down Lay it down Oh lay it down Lay your head on my pillow, yeah [Verse
so sad (so sad) soul off X2 (mystikal) B*tch stop lyin on me i smash these rappers and beat up the track at the same time homie young lloyd done called
[Lloyd:] We'll be kissin' in the club I know you feelin' me I can see we gonna need a little privacy So you can be as loud as you wanna be I got an idea
New York City You are now rocking with the best Lloyd Banks G-Unit We on fire up in here It's burning hot, we on fire Shorty take it off, if it get too
(Yeah, ooh, ooh,ooh) [Lil Wayne] Uh, yeah Lloyds own killer Shea??s my pusha Shea??s my dealer Yeah Ita??s the Lloyds own killer Shea??s my pusha Shea
Tell ya daddy stop his hating 'Cause I be wearing braids and rockin' jerseys daily But that don't mean I'm thuggin' though He don't want me with you But
G-Unit Uh, a one two, a one two Uh, a one two, a one two Yeah Uh, a one two, a one two Excuse me miss, you must be some kind of a model Enough to make
I just touched down Ferrari to concrete I ain't even home and they're talking about me Fuck out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom, nigger Free don't