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FUCK looking for a job sucks ass. Even more when you go with a friend who is whining like a fucking bitch with a stick up his ass. JESSE.i'm out of things to say so here is my song for this post:
Playboy
by Lloyd Banks
Album : Hunger for more
(intro - dj whoo kid)
aw man, can i get a raw please
ya'll ready, for the main event...
DAMN, LLOYD, BANKS
(verse 1 - lloyd banks)
guess who's the man this winter, straight out the land of sinners
the ranger's tan wit spinners, check out the white wheels
roll wit the damn winners, or u and ur man's finished
u and ur rams' fitteds, turn off the light switch
holdin my torch down, even when the force 'round
u let ur wife roam, she want a divorce now
u niggas aint this gully, playin 2 paint ya skully
u'll never take this from me, the riders and all the gangstas from me
u shouldnt be a problem, i aint be a problem
see ya later i read ur head, u be a rodman
i know ur type, hoppin all over the beach screamin'
u call it hypin' urself up, i call it street dreamin'
i do it for all of the haters, the playas roll wit the gators
they lookin' foward 2 favors, gossip is all they gave us
u niggas wasnt quiet, meet the whales and the fishes
u lit the precinct up, playin tattle-tail wit the snitches
even my momma knows, i got all kinda hoes
they wait outside the shows, stripped after the diner close
out their designer clothes, witout the winer rules
take off my baby blue mink, and carolina boots
come here, take a look inside an entertainer's closet
i never trust a bitch, i blame lorainna bobbit
niggas stay and pocket, i know u mad at me
but shit aint peaches n' cream, and i aint sarah lee bitch
(chorus - lloyd banks)
dont ice me, u starin' at the wrong one
theres alot of girls here, go and get up on one
we at the bar poppin', bottles 'til they all gone
if u aint leavin' here wit us, u can walk home
'cuz someone else will, they know how we ride
if u a playboy, u got one on each side
keep ur mouth closed, we dont let the beef ride
ride...ride...ride
DAMN, LET'S GO
(verse 2 - lloyd banks)
i do this for the hood, niggas stuck in the slammer
i smile 'cuz im good, u act tough for the camera
where im from the little kids, they fuckin wit santa
cuz they like tupac more, word?, word 2 my grandma
i figure i might as well leave here wit my glock drawn
'cuz they'll take u 2 jail even when ur not wrong
dawg ur not this flashy, but u got 2 blast me
every rock is classy, nobody on ur block can match me
u shoudlnt want a fight, unless u wanna fight
for ur life in a hospital 100 nights
i know ur type, run behind ur girlfriend rushin'
u call it quality time, i call it handcuffin'
im on the beach of miami, cellular reachin' my family
all weekend wit panties, from puerto rican candy
u niggas wasnt tough, i shoulda snapped some flicks
u wore ur pants tight, play pitty-pat wit the chicks
even my father knows, where the revolver goes
i bring the beef 2 ur front door like dominoes
and my diamonds froze, that means my time froze
we in the club from when its poppin', till when the time its closed
half of these so-called real niggas can hardly sing
naw i aint pullin' over, learnt that from rodney king
so tell ur homey chill, u know i hold it still
everything aint jabs and hooks, and u aint holyfield nigga
(chorus - lloyd banks)
dont ice me, u starin' at the wrong one
theres alot of girls here, go and get up on one
we at the bar poppin', bottles 'til they all gone
if u aint leavin' here wit us, u can walk home
'cuz someone else will, they know how we ride
if u a playboy, u got one on each side
keep ur mouth closed, we dont let the beef ride
(outro - lloyd banks)
everybody on the left get ur hands up
everybody on the right get ur hands up
everybody up front get ur hands up
and everybody out back get ur hands up
and if u in here wit a strap get ur hands up
NOW PUT 'EM UP, PUT 'EM UP
wut? man fuck wut he said
NOW PUT 'EM UP, PUT 'EM UP
couldn't decide on which one so here's another song
Artist: D12
Album: D12 World
Song: Bitch
Now we got something for the bitchess!!!
[Eminem - Intro]
Bitches always be all... gigglin and shit. (come on BITCH)
but they get mad when there favorite song dont come on in the club.
Catch an attitude and shit
We got one for them, goes like this. . .
[Eminem]
We wrote a song for the hoes
You like to hear? here it goes
A little somethin you probably won't hear on your radio
So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows
And if I'm talking to fast it just means you're listening to slow
And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, Bitch
Jew Ja Jaw Jaw Da Dun Jew Ja
You just made me mess up, Bitch
Bleeb Blab Blah Blah Blah Blah
It don't matter, I'm just blabbering
Like you understand what I'm saying Anyway
I'm just traveling In one ear and I'm out the other
You're so fuckin drunk all you hear is the Beat da beat
I could be sayin anything Get ya ass on the floor
Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before
Baby and shake that ass like a whore
[Eminem + Kon Artis - Chorus]
Yeah i'm talkin to you BITCH (get up and dance bitch)
wiggle that ass BITCH (yeah thats it. yeah I called you a bitch)BITCH
what you going to do about it BITCH?
sit there and cry like a little BITCH? BITCH.
get up and dance BITCH (wiggle that ass bitch)
you little trash BITCH (yeah thats it. yeah i called you a trash bitch)
not trailer trash SWITCH
take the person you with and exchange partners
[Kuniva]
tell me that it aint no hangin, and fuck callin home
until you look at me before you answer the phone
when i flee, your ass can get naked and be as free
as you wanna be freak
but i'm takin the key with me.
you aint gonna get shit, so dont even ask
disrespect my wishes, i'll beat your ass
watch me comin home floor eatin half of your doggy bag
and I leave laughin, while you callin me on the rag
I'm the type that might cut off the lights when I hit
and before she cut them on, Kuniva already SWITCHED
your ass aint even ridin with Swift unless your goin
when I'm done, I throw you out and ask you where you goin'.
[Bizarre]
Hoe aint the only thing you call a girl
Slut, Tramp, (oh, how you doin sir?)
ever since i was 8, i been startin to hate
I said fuck the Hoe's, started eatin cheese cake
scrambled eggs and steak, strawberrys and grapes
damn that sounds great, hold on wait (Bizzy)
ok, back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that
give me stitches. a fuckin half Indian chick, suck my dick
this time tommorow, I wont remember shit
got respect for a player, got on snoop gators
and they aint now and laters bitch.
[Chorus]
[Kuniva + Kon Artis]
[Hey baby whats up with you?]
Aiiyo your man here with you?
nah, you single, I can tell [you came with them hoes didnt you?]
no he mean friends girl, excuse him, it's the liquor
[aiiyo lets get this party crackin these bitches ain't got bitches]
now you know he didnt mean that (come on you seen that)
[she all whinin' and shit, get this bitch a kleenex]
(what did he say?)
Nothin, he said you seem stressed
[naw, you gots a big butt]
and you wearin your nice dress(cuz i was gonna say)
[you wasn't gonna say shit]
(excuse me?)
he said Michael Jackson jus got another face lift
[dumb hoe]
(oh,. . .nigga!)
no, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight
[bitch, what up though jus fuck for a buck, do somethin strange for change,
maybe holla for a dolla, just hop in the range]
Background: shut up nigga, shut the fuck up!
(fuck both yall niggas)
see I was tryin to be polite, stank ass trick [oh somebody jackin' off tonight].
[Proof]
Are you a bitch so dont choke
I say the same to my mama.
I got Christina, Britney with me,
shit, we bangin Madonna.
watch her strip you on that 10 bitch ain't got change for a dollar
blow your tounge and give kiss on your mouth you came with a condom
quick out is the motto and jus swallow breathe,
swallow breathe, now swallow these E's
I know you moca lotti mommys wont get down on your knees
you wont some money honey damn you must be outta your weave
hit the telly fuck her belly you aint gotta go weak
plus you wanna be a mattie you need a lot of more sleep
I'm a pimp bitch dont be shy, show me them big tits
your lipstick, I want it smeared all on my limp dick
for instance, busting nuts is only my interest
so princess, don't get your feelings hurt cuz men just
party and bullshit 'til she gargle and swallow my dick
I'm takin the train to Spain, don't bother callin' bitch.
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Yeah, you heard me bitch.
did i stu-stu-studder, stupid? you aint listein to the words of this song anyways.
All you do is listen to the beats with your dumbass (BITCH).
dancin, tryin to get a nigga money in the club
with your stupid manuper self.
I was talkin bout you Do-do
you, you dumb bitch. YOU!
The one that want a drink but dont want to pay for it
spend all the money you make all week on that dress
and I spill a drink on it, actin like I'm drunk when I'm not.
I'M JUST TRYIN TO FUCK
I'M JUS TRYIN TO FUCK BITCH!
(D-Twizzy, YEah. Bitch, bitch, bitch)
" you can suck my dick to you numb it"
Playboy
by Lloyd Banks
Album : Hunger for more
(intro - dj whoo kid)
aw man, can i get a raw please
ya'll ready, for the main event...
DAMN, LLOYD, BANKS
(verse 1 - lloyd banks)
guess who's the man this winter, straight out the land of sinners
the ranger's tan wit spinners, check out the white wheels
roll wit the damn winners, or u and ur man's finished
u and ur rams' fitteds, turn off the light switch
holdin my torch down, even when the force 'round
u let ur wife roam, she want a divorce now
u niggas aint this gully, playin 2 paint ya skully
u'll never take this from me, the riders and all the gangstas from me
u shouldnt be a problem, i aint be a problem
see ya later i read ur head, u be a rodman
i know ur type, hoppin all over the beach screamin'
u call it hypin' urself up, i call it street dreamin'
i do it for all of the haters, the playas roll wit the gators
they lookin' foward 2 favors, gossip is all they gave us
u niggas wasnt quiet, meet the whales and the fishes
u lit the precinct up, playin tattle-tail wit the snitches
even my momma knows, i got all kinda hoes
they wait outside the shows, stripped after the diner close
out their designer clothes, witout the winer rules
take off my baby blue mink, and carolina boots
come here, take a look inside an entertainer's closet
i never trust a bitch, i blame lorainna bobbit
niggas stay and pocket, i know u mad at me
but shit aint peaches n' cream, and i aint sarah lee bitch
(chorus - lloyd banks)
dont ice me, u starin' at the wrong one
theres alot of girls here, go and get up on one
we at the bar poppin', bottles 'til they all gone
if u aint leavin' here wit us, u can walk home
'cuz someone else will, they know how we ride
if u a playboy, u got one on each side
keep ur mouth closed, we dont let the beef ride
ride...ride...ride
DAMN, LET'S GO
(verse 2 - lloyd banks)
i do this for the hood, niggas stuck in the slammer
i smile 'cuz im good, u act tough for the camera
where im from the little kids, they fuckin wit santa
cuz they like tupac more, word?, word 2 my grandma
i figure i might as well leave here wit my glock drawn
'cuz they'll take u 2 jail even when ur not wrong
dawg ur not this flashy, but u got 2 blast me
every rock is classy, nobody on ur block can match me
u shoudlnt want a fight, unless u wanna fight
for ur life in a hospital 100 nights
i know ur type, run behind ur girlfriend rushin'
u call it quality time, i call it handcuffin'
im on the beach of miami, cellular reachin' my family
all weekend wit panties, from puerto rican candy
u niggas wasnt tough, i shoulda snapped some flicks
u wore ur pants tight, play pitty-pat wit the chicks
even my father knows, where the revolver goes
i bring the beef 2 ur front door like dominoes
and my diamonds froze, that means my time froze
we in the club from when its poppin', till when the time its closed
half of these so-called real niggas can hardly sing
naw i aint pullin' over, learnt that from rodney king
so tell ur homey chill, u know i hold it still
everything aint jabs and hooks, and u aint holyfield nigga
(chorus - lloyd banks)
dont ice me, u starin' at the wrong one
theres alot of girls here, go and get up on one
we at the bar poppin', bottles 'til they all gone
if u aint leavin' here wit us, u can walk home
'cuz someone else will, they know how we ride
if u a playboy, u got one on each side
keep ur mouth closed, we dont let the beef ride
(outro - lloyd banks)
everybody on the left get ur hands up
everybody on the right get ur hands up
everybody up front get ur hands up
and everybody out back get ur hands up
and if u in here wit a strap get ur hands up
NOW PUT 'EM UP, PUT 'EM UP
wut? man fuck wut he said
NOW PUT 'EM UP, PUT 'EM UP
couldn't decide on which one so here's another song
Artist: D12
Album: D12 World
Song: Bitch
Now we got something for the bitchess!!!
[Eminem - Intro]
Bitches always be all... gigglin and shit. (come on BITCH)
but they get mad when there favorite song dont come on in the club.
Catch an attitude and shit
We got one for them, goes like this. . .
[Eminem]
We wrote a song for the hoes
You like to hear? here it goes
A little somethin you probably won't hear on your radio
So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows
And if I'm talking to fast it just means you're listening to slow
And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, Bitch
Jew Ja Jaw Jaw Da Dun Jew Ja
You just made me mess up, Bitch
Bleeb Blab Blah Blah Blah Blah
It don't matter, I'm just blabbering
Like you understand what I'm saying Anyway
I'm just traveling In one ear and I'm out the other
You're so fuckin drunk all you hear is the Beat da beat
I could be sayin anything Get ya ass on the floor
Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before
Baby and shake that ass like a whore
[Eminem + Kon Artis - Chorus]
Yeah i'm talkin to you BITCH (get up and dance bitch)
wiggle that ass BITCH (yeah thats it. yeah I called you a bitch)BITCH
what you going to do about it BITCH?
sit there and cry like a little BITCH? BITCH.
get up and dance BITCH (wiggle that ass bitch)
you little trash BITCH (yeah thats it. yeah i called you a trash bitch)
not trailer trash SWITCH
take the person you with and exchange partners
[Kuniva]
tell me that it aint no hangin, and fuck callin home
until you look at me before you answer the phone
when i flee, your ass can get naked and be as free
as you wanna be freak
but i'm takin the key with me.
you aint gonna get shit, so dont even ask
disrespect my wishes, i'll beat your ass
watch me comin home floor eatin half of your doggy bag
and I leave laughin, while you callin me on the rag
I'm the type that might cut off the lights when I hit
and before she cut them on, Kuniva already SWITCHED
your ass aint even ridin with Swift unless your goin
when I'm done, I throw you out and ask you where you goin'.
[Bizarre]
Hoe aint the only thing you call a girl
Slut, Tramp, (oh, how you doin sir?)
ever since i was 8, i been startin to hate
I said fuck the Hoe's, started eatin cheese cake
scrambled eggs and steak, strawberrys and grapes
damn that sounds great, hold on wait (Bizzy)
ok, back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that
give me stitches. a fuckin half Indian chick, suck my dick
this time tommorow, I wont remember shit
got respect for a player, got on snoop gators
and they aint now and laters bitch.
[Chorus]
[Kuniva + Kon Artis]
[Hey baby whats up with you?]
Aiiyo your man here with you?
nah, you single, I can tell [you came with them hoes didnt you?]
no he mean friends girl, excuse him, it's the liquor
[aiiyo lets get this party crackin these bitches ain't got bitches]
now you know he didnt mean that (come on you seen that)
[she all whinin' and shit, get this bitch a kleenex]
(what did he say?)
Nothin, he said you seem stressed
[naw, you gots a big butt]
and you wearin your nice dress(cuz i was gonna say)
[you wasn't gonna say shit]
(excuse me?)
he said Michael Jackson jus got another face lift
[dumb hoe]
(oh,. . .nigga!)
no, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight
[bitch, what up though jus fuck for a buck, do somethin strange for change,
maybe holla for a dolla, just hop in the range]
Background: shut up nigga, shut the fuck up!
(fuck both yall niggas)
see I was tryin to be polite, stank ass trick [oh somebody jackin' off tonight].
[Proof]
Are you a bitch so dont choke
I say the same to my mama.
I got Christina, Britney with me,
shit, we bangin Madonna.
watch her strip you on that 10 bitch ain't got change for a dollar
blow your tounge and give kiss on your mouth you came with a condom
quick out is the motto and jus swallow breathe,
swallow breathe, now swallow these E's
I know you moca lotti mommys wont get down on your knees
you wont some money honey damn you must be outta your weave
hit the telly fuck her belly you aint gotta go weak
plus you wanna be a mattie you need a lot of more sleep
I'm a pimp bitch dont be shy, show me them big tits
your lipstick, I want it smeared all on my limp dick
for instance, busting nuts is only my interest
so princess, don't get your feelings hurt cuz men just
party and bullshit 'til she gargle and swallow my dick
I'm takin the train to Spain, don't bother callin' bitch.
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Yeah, you heard me bitch.
did i stu-stu-studder, stupid? you aint listein to the words of this song anyways.
All you do is listen to the beats with your dumbass (BITCH).
dancin, tryin to get a nigga money in the club
with your stupid manuper self.
I was talkin bout you Do-do
you, you dumb bitch. YOU!
The one that want a drink but dont want to pay for it
spend all the money you make all week on that dress
and I spill a drink on it, actin like I'm drunk when I'm not.
I'M JUST TRYIN TO FUCK
I'M JUS TRYIN TO FUCK BITCH!
(D-Twizzy, YEah. Bitch, bitch, bitch)
" you can suck my dick to you numb it"