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Here is Finish Line Lyrics by Lloyd Banks @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

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
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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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Here is Start It Up Lyrics by Lloyd Banks feat. Kanye West, Swizz Beatz & Fabolous @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

[Kanye West]
What you gon do?
It's GOOD Music and G-Unit
Ugh
Banks
Loso

[Swizz Beatz]
Ladies and Gentleman
you know they made cause cause cause I'm hood rich
you never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute

[Lloyd Banks]
big blue, cotton city shoe
cuttin' candy crew
hard knock off an Annie loop
off the scoop
play with me, see what the screamy do
my canary shoe,
high beems pointed right at you, peek-a-boo
Benji paper meet me, here the proof
all your family do's
menage a trois, purple haze and goose, got me loose
kick my way in and now I got the juice, Gucci bubble boots
thousand kicks couple hundred boots gettin flew
my top down, I'm flashing on em
I'm passing all them, pullover and hit the hazards on em
the (?), wanna pay them dues, now it's back to ballin
the raps a foreign dead man, I dip the casket for em
I'm back performing, I bag em
break their back, don't call em
look down on em like (?), Patrick Morning
cash is pourin'
stunt stormin, go this out
camera phones capture everything that pictures dont.
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[Swizz Beatz]
you know they made cause cause cause I'm hood rich
you aint never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute
(repeated)

[Kanye West]
We keep these G's in an alloy safe
it's stashed(?) in an altoids case
they say good things come to those who wait
so I'm gon be at least an hour late
I'm so fresh I should be arrested
new Tody Chester with my (?) on your chest b-tch
she said "hey 'Ye"
I said "Yes B-tch"
damn I'm only asking you a question
I met this milf at the allstar getting action
a cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson
told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs
and her booty is why God invented my balls
I'm a rockstar, huh, start it up
start it up, huh, start it up
so popular you should get a shot of us
don't take shots at us that is only obvious
the first album I vomited, the second I colonic'd it
aint nobody f-cking with me, I plutonic'd it
bet I got some slippers on, bet go honour it
these aint even real clothes homie I'm pyjama rich
Banks told me homie go switch the style up
these b-tches on me homie only to arouse us
told her I aint paying tonite I'm only browsing
she pulled her blouse up, said "it's free", I said WOWZER!

[Chorus]

[Swizz beatz]
Ninja, Kawasaki, Ducati, my old Harley
rock the party
move ya body
wassup, wassup
everybody
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
wait a minute

[Ryan Leslie]
Lets get it started, get it started, get it started yeah yeh

Ladies and gentleman

[Fabolous]
Plenty hate, they be taking shots, never penetrate
money generated, if we aint in the house, renovate!
tryna eat, we aint finna wait
where's da dinner plates?
BMW, ten to 8, interstate 95, passenger
bad as b-tch in the states, half Spanish half trinidad
complexion Henny state
y'all aint got your business straight, track star, finna state
time is money and I can't afford to be a minute late
it's time to make a movie let the haters watch
diamonds spinning round the bezel thats tornado watch
my independant chick, I like my ladies Koch
she got an appetite for chicken(?), I guess I place my cock(?)
that soft as tater top, long, try me not
under the wings, fried rice at the chinese spot
I hear 'em talking but they aint really living it
your opinions are like (?) so who gives a sh-t

[Chorus]

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Christian Dior Denim Flow Lyrics by Kanye West Ft. Kid Cudi, Pusha T, John Legend, Lloyd Banks & Ryan Leslie @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

[John Legend - Chorus]
I got the World in my hands, the master plan
But I don’t know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They loving me but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you

All the models to the floor right now
All the models to the floor right now
All the models to the floor right now
All the models to the floor right now

[Kanye West]
I’m in my Christian Dior with a Veronica Webb
(?) she know Cecily Lopez
Arlenis Sosa, Selita Ebanks
If you work with my people, speak that Jourdan Dunn language
Make a phone call, out to Joan Smalls
I wonder how it feel to lower Stones walls
Jessica Gomes, yall, I would damage her
And see, uh Jessica Stam got the stamina
I’m in the car with Leo and the Benz swerve
I heard Bar was friends with Esti Ginzburg
Coco Rocha, Kate Mimosa
Alessandra Ambrosia, Anja Rubik, get Olga
(?) tell her I’m very single
Abbey Lee, too I’m a freak boo
I’m wylin I’m on a thousand
I wanna see Irina Shayk next to Doutzen.

[Chorus]
I got the World in my hands, the master plan
But I don’t know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They loving me but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you

[Kanye West]
Christian Dior denim flow
I told her I’m tryna eat out so what we going for dinner for
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[Pusha T]
Miami nights on the search for some T and A
Tryna hide what’s obvious to see in me
We conversate a bit about your DNA
And my sandy coloured suits from the VMA’s
Oh oyu was watching, who the f-ck wasn’t
Me skip across that stage in 5 dozen
Yeah 6 grand for a minutes time
Italian vogue style a n-gga for a minute rhyme
Lets be clear and lets be fair
The best things in music’s being offered here
Its a round table full of bosses here
Still giving you it all like the coffins near

[Chorus]
I got the World in my hands, the master plan
But I don’t know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They loving me but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you

I got the World in my hands, the master plan
But I don’t know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They loving me but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you

[Ryan Leslie]
It’s time for a lesson in model behaviour
Damn, look at all the bad b-tches I gave you
Man I can see the flaws to your flavour
Look like ownder woman and still need a saviour
Maybe its a billionnaire maybe its the cocaine
I done seen drugs and money run the whole game
A good girl lost in the city life
Agent Provocateur holding titties right

[Lloyd Banks]
He ain’t Kraft material, champagne for cereal
Shorty stole my heart, criminal, my lucky charm
Efrock clothes and Lear shows, type kind of stuff we on
Stuff all my problems in that bong and I’m puffin’ strong
I been locked in my way of thinking, now my cuffs are gone
Must’ve been the liquor talkin’, I’m beggin’ the cups, “C’mon”
Might come off as irregular, I come in custom form
T-G-I-F, GT breeze, my hustler’s poem
My sound’s full-grown, reminds me of my favorite chronic (Kush)
Ball like a SuperSonic, make the haters vomit (Uh)
Nigga, make some money ‘fore you make a comment
I meant to snap a while ago, but who knows where the time went?
Prolly dime chicks, whips with a Diddy
Now I’m back like a nine milli, grimy New York City
See me clearly through the storm
The world’s mine, sits pretty in my palm
Sean Don as we continue on

[Chorus]
I got the World in my hands, the master plan
But I don’t know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They loving me but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you

[Kid Cudi]
N-ggas think they know I’m the guy with the story
They dont really know,
It’s so air frickin women
How can I be better?
I could start with just the basics
Dior, Dior, galore, I love the cut
I seem to have forgotten that I’m off the nini
To the people who dont know Cud’, know what?
Rose gold presidential on my boney wrist
Took my ma to Chanel, had her LC the stunner
She got haters, some in the fam made us
But they don’t really matter, we escape em with our paper
“Hey ya”, I’m on my Andre 3000
I’m all good now, a n-gga don’t need no counseling
Woke up in the room and my mojo was active
Looks from the hoes that were more than likely passive
Back when let me not reflect on the old sh-t
I’m on to the new act, on to my new script
B-tches better have they thoughts before approaching
I done heard it all, baby, save it for them other n-ggas
Do things all before living, haters, copy, I’m the image
Haters, copy, I’m the image

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King / Do My Thing Lyrics by Lloyd Banks @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

[Lloyd Banks]
This when my pedal drops,
everything stops
pretty glittering watch
you hear me doing my thing pops
uh, hate my value like a 100 mil
keep it trill all day, clear the way cuz I come to kill

[Chorus]
green green green
the next thing outta queens
nothing you have ever seen
I give that boy a bullet take a bullet for my team
I aint gon be nothing baby I’ma be a king
go how far I wanna go, time to do my thing
yeah I’ma do my thing
baby watch me do my thing
and now I work them ends
I’m still out here with my bling
dirty than a muthaf-cker riding with my thing
cause that’s what drama bring

uh, do me evenings, movie screens
while I pass the block
R.I.P’s in my skin, regular at the tattoo spot
playin’ hard rock, bet a mil and half you drop
I’m still sh-ttin the dealership is my bathroom stop
this aint your average gwap, big drop a bag you drop
cuz n-ggas don’t congratulate me
rather hate, mad you hot
just be mad you not
die fast, stab or shot
rambo dagger, mag or glock
rambo swagger stashing rocks
ammo stack a platinum pot
guard it like a leprechaun
Louie V letters on sweaters gettin my checkers on
the streets crowned me, I smoke all day sleep bounty
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heat round me, hold my toes
the thought of defeat hounds me

[Chrous]

[Lloyd Banks]
Look at me now, look at me smile
know you’d rather look at me down or look at me ball
bet these girls aint looking at y’all
look at my broad, look at my car
look at my crib than look at my yard
now look at my ring but watch your eyes
look at my chain you looking for God
f-ck these groupies I way too hard
busting my ass too stay sh-t hard
give up my last to feed the fam
keeping these bastards on they job
my brothers keeper, my passion for the dough is deeper
kill all year, kill em fourth quarter with my buzzer beater (swish)
look what my pen draw
B-tch with the wrist I’m Chris Paul
Millions by the four piss poor
I’m on my sixth tour
me and maurijauna equals little shop of horror
catch me on the block tomorrow
(?) pop my collar

[Chorus]


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