Lloyd Banks - So Forgetful (feat. Ryan Leslie) Lyrics

Lloyd Banks - So Forgetful (feat. Ryan Leslie) Lyrics

[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Haha! Yeah! Damn! How long has it been?
How you been though? Nah stop, you know I miss you girl!
Ha let's go upstairs though

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Uh! Boy Wonder, one summer I was stuntin
Winter folds when I cake more, bag models and crush 'em
I ain't never been a cuffer and my lifestyle is customed
Chromy Cartier karat glare keep me hustlin
My Lamborghini sunked in, dime humpin
Them tight bikinis come when you're out here doin somethin
I know it's somethin for me deep, is it you?
Problem is I'm thinkin her too and your crew
Her girl Sue got a body like a spur new
And I won't cruise, take years to make ya sole move
I'm so cool ice grills from my cold jewels
Make my own rules, baby I'm a freedom lampin old schools
She asked why should she? You think you special?
Hell fuckin yeah now come here let me bless you
Hit yeah no air hit you in the pretzel
And I don't remember how I met you, so forgetful

[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(Yeah, so forgive me girl I'm so forgetful)
And it's too many New York City girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(If I don't remember you, noooooooo!!!)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Wet spots on the mattress and champagne splashes
Designer glasses, a couple backstage passes
And they fine asses, damn, how did y'all get here?
How are ya gettin home? Cause a nigga gone
Get dressed quick, grab her ass, grab my phone
Walkin out alone smellin like chronic bag cologne
Drivin home still drunk, hope they don't pull me
Cause I'm ridin with the bully and it's loaded fully
Feel me? Game tight girl, I ain't a rookie
Hear me? I love the chips, treat 'em like my family
And we, got a thing for the light
Ball out, fall out, do the same thing tonight
Flashbacks of ass claps it's goin down
Long as she black jack, weed up let's hope we don't snap back (yeah)
The last text I got says "I missed you"
I must've missed somethin, so forgetful

[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(Somethin 'bout you makes me want to, remember you, remember you)
And it's too many New York City girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(Forgive me if I don't, remember you)

[Bridge: Ryan Leslie]
Flights and planes, overseas
Don't be mad, you know my steez
All at once, I'll be gone
If you miss me, play this song
I'll do me, you do you
It was good girl, but we're through
For now, yeah, so I bet ya
Girl I bet ya, I'll forget ya

[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(Girl forgive me, if I don't, remember yooooooouuuuuuu!!!)
And it's too many New York City girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(So forgive me if I don't remember, yooouuuuuuuuu!!!)
I deal with a lot of pretty girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(So many faces, so many places, said it's hard to track them all)
And it's too many New York City girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(If I don't remember you, oh ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!)
[Lloyd Banks - So Forgetful (feat. Ryan Leslie) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

[Outro: Ryan Leslie]
R. Les!!! Just rock with it!!! Blue Hef!!!! Yeah!!!
If I don't remember you, said I swear it's nothin new

Ryan Leslie - Glory Lyrics

Ryan Leslie - Glory Lyrics

Listen, they tried to put me in a box, the urban dude
I miss the festivals
They never really understood what I was trying to do
And had me feeling… kinda blue!
I flipped the switches and put the rock star in my show
Went overseas and had ‘em
They’re looking funny I was bad with a bad with a black band
Eating everybody in the game….!
The only issue is not a game
I’ve got these kids looking at me, saying what a shame!
He’s so underrated, he should have solved more
Should have had a number one record with his own
Look at his life show, look how we touch ‘em keys
Look at ‘em girls scream when he fall to his knees!
Look how we boys… when he tell a story
I guess I had to spill my guts so I could get my glory!

Listen!
Have you ever seen such determination?
Despite all, I’m still a theme for the adulation
Everything I ever wrote I did it form the heart
Never had a top ten but you still respect my art
I’m in the club and they still send me free bottles
They still push that chief out far with a super model

It’s my reality, this ain’t no show, brother
Go check my girl on the February Vogue cover!
Catch me ripping through the city in that silver
Screaming oh, that’s fine, Leslie here, they know it’s me!
I’m not ashamed at all, in fact I love my story
No matter what it takes I wanna keep my glory!

Shit!
The glory, give it to me!
Oh, oh! (x2)

You asked me why I’m rapping
Well I give you the reason
The same reason you’re hating when you should be believing!
It’s in your heart to hate; it’s in my heart to win
So yeah, I’m rapping now, let the hating begin!
I’ll write my own records, write my own checks
Wonder which will… which city I’m calling home next!
One thing I know for sure, one thing is mandatory
I owe it all to God, I give it all to glory!
[Ryan Leslie - Glory Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

Shit!
The glory, give it to me!
Oh, oh! (x2)
I’mma get my glory
Give it to me! (x2)

Ryan Leslie - Joan of Arc Lyrics

Ryan Leslie - Joan of Arc Lyrics

I wake up to detect messages in my email
This what I get for messin' wit pretty females
It's a crazy life - yeah it's a mad world
Where good dudes will betray you over a bad girl

And bad girls'll take advantage of good dudes
Smear your name in the press and call it good news
Oh he hot now? oh he blowin' up?
Call the cops - restraining order for showin' up

If I was you I'd be seeing if I was ok
We had a problem you didn't call me the whole day
Your girlfriend picked up the phone and hung up on me
Who is she to do that - she don't even know me

F* the "he say she say",
The 'blame game' blasting kanye on the freeway
I called my mother up for advice she said son, you should hold your heart
Girls play the victim so well - joan of arc

CHORUS

I took a chance on romance, I loved you
And now that it burns, still I yearn to touch you
And the question is
Who gon' love you like I love you, baby
Who gon' love you like I love you, now?
Who gon' love you like I love you, baby, baby

VERSE 2

Listen, I know you must be mad look how you lost it
You should work it out wit me tho I'm the one who caused it
I should've cleaned the skeletons from my closet
Drivin' to my apocalypse with 400 horses

Drop dead gorgeous - unfair advantage
You deserve an emmy award for all your antics
Caught up in a battle of curse word semantics
Tryna find our way back home from atlantis

You had your father call me - zero empathy
Reading about your new first date like it's meant for me
Tryna stay focused on winnin' - yeah, hold my course
Meanwhile you infiltrated my heart - a trojan horse

They say in love and war - all's fair
But when you break up and go out - yeah, they all stare
Obfuscating the real reason we've grown apart
You played the victim so well - joan of arc

CHORUS

VERSE 3

Tryna figure out what the past meant
And since when a birthday gift is harassment
A rose gold bracelet nothing subliminal
You called your lawyer up said my actions were criminal
[Ryan Leslie - Joan of Arc Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

And now as i'm sittin with a pad in this motherf*ckin holding cell
I'm thinking how could you do this to me? you cold as hell
A young emperor exiled - Bonaparte
Everything I fought for, lost - joan of arc

CHORUS

Kanye West - Christian Dior Denim Flow (ft. John Legend, Kid Cudi, Pusha T, Lloyd Banks and Ryan Leslie) Lyrics

Kanye West - Christian Dior Denim Flow (ft. John Legend, Kid Cudi, Pusha T, Lloyd Banks and Ryan Leslie) Lyrics

[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

[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 colored suits from the VMA’s
Oh you 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 behavior
Damn, look at all the bad b-tches I gave you
Man I can see the flaws to your flavour
Look like wonder woman and still need a savior
Maybe its a billionaire 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
[Kanye West - Christian Dior Denim Flow (ft. John Legend, Kid Cudi, Pusha T, Lloyd Banks and Ryan Leslie) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

[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