Letras:
Lloyd Banks Bitches Like You

bitches like you bitches like you bitches like you See it's bitches like you dat try to take my manhood. It's bitches like you dat make me no good

tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You

hot hot hot Get it get it get it hot [50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)] Oh I think she like me, hell yeah she like me My watch game crazy, Audemar's so icy She like

[Lloyd Banks] 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

you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know 'cause you know

got to get it And you can roll if you with it I got to get it got to get it The world and what's in it And you can get it you can get it In a New York

you don't 'cause you just feel like you I said if you could be where I'm at (bye bye) you'd wanna be you too (I'm living without you) If you felt the

you want it? you gonna get it man we gon hit em, chew em up and spit em out too much venom and if you role with 'em we gonna fuck you up with 'em you

Imma have that hoe swolling coke Birdman Jr. Chorus: Young money imma take the machine thing,you can catch me in the louis not the latest machine ! x 3 [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks