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Machine Gun Kelly – Pretty Toxic Revolver Lyrics

April 15, 2020

Play this song

[Verse 1]
Danger, one of us just lost our savior
Gotta maintain when you’re going insane, so I say this prayer
Dear God, why do I need this medicine to control my anger?
And do you even exist? They’re trying to say it’s a myth
Lotta things left unsaid, lotta things left unanswered
My aunt just passed from cancer
Dad just got out of rehab
And mom’s never gonna show up, gotta grow up
Ride with me through the memories inside of me
‘Til the nights I was hooked on the ivory
Head hurting all week ’cause of bad coke
Then the same week Peep overdosed, that’s fucked up
But I guess I lucked up
And I feel this pain because it probably won’t be until
The day I die that they love us
But trust, every nomination I don’t get
Every list that I ain’t on
Is a reminder of why I wrote songs in the first place
As a way to escape where I came from

[Chorus]
This just my pretty toxic
Heavy conscience weighing on my soul
Six shots in my revolver
When I’m on my own

[Verse 2]
Play this song
On the first day I am gone, I do not want you to cry
Legends never die, I hope our story’s told
And the year spent on that road
Before they came to our shows
We were creating our lane, I hope they pave it in gold
Take me home, somewhere I belong
Somewhere foreign, looks like Dali’s drawing
Yeah, isn’t it funny that whenever you got a vision
A mission and a couple of plans to go with it
Somebody gotta come along mad and damage it
Like a cancer that inhabits never banishes
I managed to smoke five grams of cannabis
And still keep my stamina for the fans and the goddamn cameras
That attack my stance like Evangelists
I said truth and they couldn’t handle it
So when it sinks you stand in it
I guess this is my Titanic
With no James Cameron to direct this draft of it
Just my

[Chorus]
Pretty toxic heavy conscience
Weighing on my soul
Six shots in my revolver
When I’m on my own, back against the wall
It got me anxious
Helpless, frigid, cold
Late nights drinking on my own
Now I’m fearless, Al Capone
To my dearest, I ain’t gone

Stormzy – Big For Your Boots lyrics

April 26, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: Risse (sampled throughout)]
In your town to–
In your town to–
In your town to–
–night

[Chorus]
You’re getting way too big for your boots
You’re never too big for the boot
I’ve got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain’t big for my boot
Skeng chat, kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look
You’re getting way too big for your boots
You’re never too big for the boot
I’ve got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain’t big for my boot
Skeng chat, kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth

[Verse 1]
Wanna come round here like a badboy? Do it
Bun all the talking, go on then, do it
Running through the party, bottle of Bacardi
Bro’s in my ear saying “Stormz, don’t do it”
Devil on my shoulder, I don’t lack
Hit ’em with a crowbar, I don’t scrap
Even when I’m sober, I’m so gassed
Say you ride but there’s no car and no mash (What you talking ’bout?)
Clown, stand down
Never had a MAC-10 or a trey pound
You were never bad then, you ain’t bad now
Never had the MAC then, little nigga, back down
Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare clothes
Said fuck that, I can’t wear those
I don’t like them, they’re not my ting
They went silent, they’re all weirdos
Like yeah, Stormz gone clear
Never had a Tom Ford or a Moncler
Mandem are calm, but you see my don there?
Fuckeries, tell ’em don’t do it, don’t dare
Don’t care who you know from my block
You’re not Al Capone, you’ll get boxed
They can take my car and my creps
I’ll still do the road in my socks
Like who’s gonna stop me? You? Him?
Weed in a cigarette, blue slims
Don’t be an idiot, move smart
I’ve been killing it, new king
Niggas ain’t ready for my new stuff
You’re a prick by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept went States for the BETs
I was covering Krept like a bootcut
Ith mad, that’s a family ting, straight family ting
Dem man are broke, no salary ting
Had a peng ting called Amy
Telling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting
#Merky Academy ting
Coming like art in a gallery ting
Dem boy dere wanna chat about bars
Wanna chat about crud but, but, but

[Verse 2]
I’m too hot
Drug money in my shoebox
I’m the man of the house and my shows sold out
Like the brudda from the Boondocks
Beats 1 in my boombox
Still steal meat from the stew pot
Mandem go sick when my tune drops
Little man, that’s a Hublot, not a Hublot
What? Pronounce it right, you prick
I go mad, yeah, I’m down to die for this
I don’t care, bro, I’m down to pipe your chick
Mad stressed so I’m bound to light my spliffs
Wait, I’m bound to ride for Flipz
Real Gs gonna ride around to this
Man, I’ve got no time to write a diss
I never left my 9 to 5 for this Wasteman ting
I don’t care what rave man’s in
I came here to relax but if it gets mad
Mek a young boy take man’s tings
Try tell me I’m way too big to rebel?
Nah, man, you’re never too big to rebel
I was in the O2 singing my lungs out
Rudeboy, you’re never too big for Adele
Leave my yard, blow a kiss to my girl
Salute to my sister as well
Gotta keep trophies down at my mum’s bit
Man, I’m getting way too big for my shelf
Man, I see bare MCs wanna sideline
But I still got a couple bangers in the pipeline
Man, I’ve got grown men ‘@’ing me bullshit
You’re getting way too old for the timeline
You’re getting way too old for a diss
Should’ve looked after your kids
Get out the booth, go home to your son
It’s never too late to commit
It’s like man love put my name in a bar
Random flight, get a plane to Qatar
This year, I learnt how to take care of business
Next year, I’ll learn how to play the guitar

Pressa – Basically

December 28, 2017 Azlyrics

[Hook]
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

[Verse 1]
My niggas buy brown, whip it
My niggas buy cars, ship it
Sold three zips, fishes
13 like Scottie Pippen
These niggas they all a gimmick, these niggas they real they bitches
Ask ’em how they really livin’, I gotta stay optimistic
Bad bitch she on me, and she half Vietnamese
These niggas so fake to me, shoot him once fatally
My niggas do time for me, hopin’ for early release
Bigger than your OG, understand me capiche?
My dawg he a animal, he like a cannibal
This is not technical, just to get technical
I stay by the court, where life so short, he blew a technical
It came from over the border, I feel like Al Capone
Tec’ in the mattress, my shooters stay active
See me out in the public (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Pull up and dump it, I need my dumpling
Blow off his front lip, catch his body I’m stuntin’
They don’t want smoke oh, so what was it over
Since when you a winner, and numbers are lower?
He in Aurora, he pray for the Lord, uh
And they don’t want war, ah
Got hit with this [torah?]

[Pre-Hook]
She say I’m bossy, diamonds look glossy
I’m lookin’ flossy, kill ’em like Nazi’s
I’m selling rocky, go for the glocky
I don’t pop oxy’s, I am so saucy
(x2)

Future – Feed Me Dope lyrics

October 21, 2017 Azlyrics

Below are the complete “Feed Me Dope” lyrics by Future displayed. These lyrics were added 19 hours ago.

Feed Me Dope lyrics

[Intro]
Ready for whatever
Clever as it get
Do I really gotta explain myself

[Chorus]
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain’t no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin’ out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
Feed me dope, I get wavy like a boat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I’m off the porch, I’m skippin’ court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go’n, you doin’ that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don’t talk on phones but we get dope money all night long

[Verse 1]
I need, Chinese molly, Hong Kong
I need, good drank, big strong
Durk ‘dem call me big papi, I get big cocky
Uh-oh, big molly, got my wrist rocky (uh-oh)
Uh-oh, bring the money on a big dolly (uh-oh)
They know, I’m a millionaire from freestyling
Uh-oh, good dope make my wrist talk (uh-oh)
Coco, watch me hit her with a big stop
Toto, keep the receipt, I’m a bad boy
Thirty round drip, ooh, he a mad boy
All of my diamonds clear, ooh, that’s a jag boy
I see Hermes belt, thousand on my tag boy
I was hustlin’ in the field with all I had boy (whoa whoa)
My mama shed a few tears but I wasn’t sad boy (whoa whoa)
Tryna explain to her for years she had a cash boy (whoa whoa)
I took a pill and a half today, that ain’t my last boy (whoa)
The one with the beans on it, I’m taking off like Elroy
I took a few on my head, I got to be on my head
I’m living close to the edge, I gotta stay with some lead
I wanna hit me a lick, just like a sheep on the bed

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[Chorus]
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain’t no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin’ out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
I get wavy like a goat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I’m off the porch, I’m skippin’ court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport (skip to my lou)
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go’n, you doin’ that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don’t talk on phones but we get dope money all night long

FUTURE – Feed Me Dope lyrics

October 20, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Ready for whatever
Clever as it get
Do I really gotta explain myself

[Chorus]
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain’t no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin’ out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
I get wavy like a goat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I’m off the porch, I’m skippin’ court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport (skip to my lou)
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go’n, you doin’ that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don’t talk on phones but we get dope money all night long

Gucci Mane – Back On

October 19, 2017 Azlyrics

Zone six
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back
I’m just an East Atlanta nigga with a body on this belt
I done had a million beefs but I ain’t never call for help
I’ll take a nigga bricks and I done took a nigga reup
Put that pistol on your partner made him piss all on himself
Got your bitch so pissy drunk
That she done threw up on herself
‘Fore I send her back to you
She gon’ have Guwop on her breath
I’m the last real nigga left
I’m on an island by myself
I’m my only competition so I’m battling with myself
Facing prison, drug addiction
It’s like I’m battling with myself
I done shook up all my demons
Now I’m back to myself
You didn’t keep it real nigga so just keep it to yourself
Waiting on Gucci Mane to call you
Nigga better not hold your breath
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back
These niggas faking like they happy but they mad I’m home
I’m the two K sixteen Al Capone
I slap a nigga with a strap and then I throw him a hunnid
He be like fuck going to trial, man just throw me the money
Can’t eat, can’t sleep, man I miss these skreets
Muhammad Ali and these skreets miss me
I went from trappin’ on the block to niggas trappin’ for me
I left the trappin’ went to rap thought you’d be happy for me
And then your jealousy turned to hate
And you wrote a statement on me
But when they let me out them gates
My bitch was waiting on me
See I ain’t mad at you homie, we ain’t got no beef
But I ain’t got no rat for you, I know you must love cheese
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back

Saukrates – Rollin’ (feat. Masta Ace & O.C) (The Underground Tapes Remastered Reissue Album)

August 8, 2017 Azlyrics

[Saukrates]
Ha, ha
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Ha, ha
Rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
[Hook – Saukrates]
Money makes the world go round
So watch a nigga
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Money makes the world go round
So watch a nigga
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’

[Masta Ace]
Yo, yo, I makes green backs of mean tracks
It seems that life ain’t nuttin ‘but phat cars
And cream stacked two stories high
I wouldn’t wanna die, po broke and lonely
No joke I’m only a hop jump and skip from 30
Gotta get my hands dirty
If I wanna see cash thats gon last
I hit you wit a blast, straight from the heart
Yo where’s the math, gotta go for broke without a cast
Ain’t shit changed but nickels and dimes to G notes
We floats in flush rides and crush prides and jack fakers
Crack makers never left the, neighbourhood
Cash rules everything except me
That’s what cream mean, it don’t rule the mind
On valentines day nigga, you still couldn’t find
The heart to try to step to, fuck wit
Mess wit, your desperate, stop bullshittin’ nigga and lets get
All this dough like Pillsbury and I still bury
Wack rappers, in 96 kid I feel very confident its my year too
And my tongue will tear you
Keep rollin’ in dough and son I hear you

[Hook]

[Saukrates]
(Make money) the slogan of ghetto dwellers in such
(Take money) the phrase of an organized bank rush
Sittin on top of the dome like Al Capone
Interceptin’ drug carriers and taking they home
Popularity can make you a buck but nigga that shit is luck
Solidify, your cash you’re the biggest guy
Got tooken out, the bitch caught a disease
Called the plague Saukrates, now who’s got the g’s
Desperado, get away cars hittin’ the throttle
Pinchin’ diamonds the size of the lotto
Any kind of hesitation 25 ta life you get
Come out, kickin’ Carlito cuz you can’t resist
In your world wife and kids become the minority
Cause yens, franks, marks and dollars are priority
On stage frontin’ as if the mic makes all your cream
But Father Time paid off the sandman and saw your dream
Nigga quit it, you in it for the cash admit it
Cuz I did it, and never gave a fuck for rap critics
Realize Corleone style, I know some niggas desperate
They’d sell they mother for a seven digit figure
Dont you get it…

[Hook]

[O.C.]
Yo Sauk, yo Ace, what’s up wit money over there
Whippin’ on the street like he just don’t care
He’s flambouyant see annoying
Ignant nigga figure he gonna be rollin’ all his life
Being the big bad bull motherfucker, what!
Sellin’ drugs, you ain’t nuttin’ but a sucka, uh
Can’t free mold your mind mad mushy, intelligents all fuzzy
Get shot street nigga forgot who was he
Hit it to put things in perspective
Do right, don’t defy laws of life and be deceased or arrested
Mastermind desgined you had thru a science giver
Mad man dreams of a major alliance
Your world revolved around gold, cars and diamonds
Sluts and scars , draggin behind bars still
The wake up call, face off the jail bully
Takin’ your manhood, as thought you had a pussy
Come home seen your man, now the lies arise
Tellin’ your man you was fightin niggas twice your size
Your conscious is feelin’ it, sippin’ a brew
Two ways you got screwed, by the system and a stiff one
Mental swollen and your manhood stolen
Wrecked and got dugout for the price of rollin’

Paranoia – Samy feat. Nimo songtexte

July 1, 2017 Azlyrics

Songtexte Samy – Paranoia

Zahlst den Range Rover in bar
Trägst die Daytona in Schwarz
Deine Läufer sah man im Park
Und die Pubillen hörten dich ab
Wir haben Pässe gefälscht für den Aufenthalt
Du bist eingeknickt, als sie’s rausbekam’n
Und hast über dreißig Seiten ausgesagt
Und das nur damit du wieder laufen kannst
Kann nicht verzeih’n, nicht verzeih’n, es lag an dir
Du hast die Polizei alarmiert, alarmiert.(Paranoia)

Deine Filme hör’n nicht auf (auf, auf, auf)
Redest von Beyda und von Frau’n (Frau’n, Frau’n, Frau’n)
Sagst, eine Kugel steckt im Lauf (Lauf, Lauf, Lauf)
Doch dann steh’n wir nachts vor deinem Haus
Und du schiebst Paranoooia
Du schiebst Paranooia
Und du schiebst Paranoooia
Du schiebst Paranoooia
Und du schiebst Paranoooia.

Way, du schiebst Paranoia, frag dich doch mal selbst, wieso
Du deinen Arsch heute bunkern musst versuri-lyrics.info
Oder waren dir die Konsequenzen nicht bewusst?
Du zahlst in bar Daytona, trägst ein Navi, Al Capone
Aber gehst nie aus der Wohnung ohne Weste und Personenschutz
Denn du hast Paranoia, Schweißausbrüche, Angst vorm Tod
Drehst dich andauernd um, schiebst Filme, Halluzination
Roll deine Jalousien wieder hoch, zieh weniger Koks
Änder deine Nummer lo, geh bei deiner Mutter wohn’n
Bunker dich wo du willst, aber nichts rettet dich heut’ vor uns.

Deine Filme hör’n nicht auf (auf, auf, auf)
Redest von Beyda und von Frau’n (Frau’n, Frau’n, Frau’n)
Sagst, eine Kugel steckt im Lauf (Lauf, Lauf, Lauf)
Doch dann steh’n wir nachts vor deinem Haus
Und du schiebst Paranoooia
Du schiebst Paranoooia
Und du schiebst Paranoooia
Du schiebst Paranoooia
Und du schiebst Paranoiaaa.
Samy songtexte
Video Samy

RJmrLA – Blammer (Mrla Album)

May 30, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Rolling with my blammer on

[Hook]
Rolling with my blammer on
I’m not alone
Ooh, I ain’t scared of y’all
Ten steps ahead of y’all, ohh
Rolling with my blammer on
I’m not alone
Ooh, I ain’t scared of y’all
Ten steps ahead of y’all

[Verse 1]
Rolling with my blammer on
Homies with me and I’m on
Haters want me dead and gone
Go make that hammer get that blammy on
Rolling with my blammer on
Play my own I’m Al Capone
A gangster stuff in casts and cones
I made it past the average Joe
I can buy your trap that hole
You flock your sly you back at home
My spot is fly I’m rapping gold
On spotify with platinum songs
I put in work I know my worth
I pull up vert I pull out first
I splashed my shirt I smell like work
You flash your girl these shells is perked
Ooh, the roof, disappear, regroup, reappear
Match that matt black strap with my gear

[Verse 2]
Mandatory action, mandatory shoot at Troy Ave shit
True story tip before a lap dance
Gotta stay alert never lacking
Never be a sucker for a bop
She don’t use hands thats sucka
Whipping out bands got mileage
This blammer too big to disguise it
Johnnys pulled me over did the most
I had to hand my hammer to my hoe
They almost took me in that was close
I’mma need that back in for them shows
Tinted up living GLE Coupé
Send a slug knock your chimney off the roof
Chipped up got my skillet in the booth
Iced up got December in my tooth

I put in work I know my worth
I pull up vert I pull out first
I splashed my shirt I smell like gerp
I meant like work I, ooh

[Outro]
Rolling with my blammer on
I’m not alone
Ooh, I ain’t scared of y’all
Ten steps ahead of y’all, all y’all

OG Maco – Pigs Lyrics

May 4, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro: OG Maco]
Let the bodies hit the
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

[Verse 1: OG Maco]
Never talk to pigs, I ain’t Charlotte
It’s a web of lies and I gotta dodge ’em
Collared for a crime and the system dog ’em
Niggas’ fleas off ’em, coppin’ pleas often
Freedom seem certain
And if he ain’t talkin’ he your real partner
Got a couple shottas with a rat problem
Put some cheese on em, got a gat callin’
Glock 40, hot lead on ’em
Blood bed for ’em
Really love life, he’ll beg for it
Niggas so trife, pat your back with a knife
From the dark, never seen a face
Barely seen a spark
Bark bark, it’s a dog in the night
Hawk watch on the birds servin’ white
He ain’t really got the nerves for the curb
Lil homie hit his head when he Gurb
Sprayin’ hollows in the turn with the swerve
Sipping sipping, hit the cup with the syrup
In the field with a MAC and my word
Walls talkin and the calls dropping
Got the Feds plottin’, dirty cops rockin’
And the opps watchin, thinkin’ all profit
And they all talkin’ ’til the dog barkin’
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[Hook: ManMan Savage]
Every day niggas out here catching bodies
Keep a bad bitch with me, look at her body
Moving in silence like I’m ‘luminati
Give her a xan, she give me her body
Al Capone shit, I ride with the shotty
I’m hearing voices, I might kill everybody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Every day niggas out here catching bodies
Keep a bad bitch with me, look at her body
Moving in silence like I’m ‘luminati
Give her a xan, she give me her body
Al Capone shit, I ride with the shotty
I’m hearing voices, I might kill everybody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody

[Verse 2: XVL Hendrix]
I don’t talk to nobody
Seven days I been geeking off molly
She rub on my body
Then she wanna come and hold me scotty
I get that money then double up, double up
Get whacked off for a cheap price
I fuck with a lot of my country niggas
They like to get geeked up on ice
Twenty-twenty vision, I can see this shit right
Got a stick on the seat and it’s sitting nice
Can’t fuck with these niggas, they probably police
They’ll cut they ties just to get you life
Fuck ’em, I ain’t seein’ niggas live life
First up, nigga I paid the price
Sipping that mud, I do not like ice
Young Hendrix, I can get whatever you like
Young nigga, man I earned my own stripes
Stacking chips just for me to get right
Fuck her feelings, man I’m catching a flight
Run the racks up all day and all night
Chasing these deals while I’m poppin’ these ‘cets
Before I hit twenty-five I’ma see a mil
Got the [?] jawn, that shit for real
In my city man it’s kill or be killed

[Outro: OG Maco]
Let the bodies hit the
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

K Camp – Rare Form (Freestyle)

April 14, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro]
I’m a G
Can’t say Genius if you ain’t talking about my DJ

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Interlude]
Hey Genius give ’em that flood fool

[Verse]
Now I’m riding down Rodeo with no fucking roof
I’ve been at this shit so long, I got the fucking proof
I can see it in your eyes, you not gon’ tell the truth
It’s that cash talk, that’s that bad talk
That’s that anywhere you go, you show your ass talk
This that hold your nuts on folks that try to laugh talk
This that bitch can I just slap you on your ass talk?
It’s that whole foods, everything organic
Everything A1, lil nigga don’t panic
Far removed from this planet
Mindset on stranded
On my own
Looking out for the bad bitches that’s home alone
So glad that the summer gone
Top hat like Al Capone
Big bread, hella cheese, shit I’m just getting my deli on
Throwed like I got a belly on
I’m just here for the millions
I think the engine inside the trunk
In Miami eating shrimp and coke
I swear my man raise a pump
Thank God I ain’t vote for Trump
But a nigga won anyway
The world fucked up anyway
I’m just glad I got a place to stay
Clocked in and the trap full
All I need is a lil blunt, some Adderral, and some Red Bull

Okay – Sandzo feat. Nimo songtexte

March 12, 2017 Azlyrics

Songtexte Sandzo – Okay

Du machst ‘ne Mio, is’ ok, Koka mit Kilos is’ ok
Herrscher aus Rio is’ ok, Banditen Amigo is’ ok
ok, ok (ok, ok, ok)
Roli am Arm is’ ok, Zwei Mille die Nacht is’ ok
Vetements Pulli is’ ok, deine Bitch is’ nackt eh ok
Carlo Colucci, geladene Uzi, Gold und .., fick deine Pussy
Miliaren Dollar face, ok, zehn Flaschen im VIP, ok
Hass’ mich wie du willst aber ok, beiges Leder digga ok
Und jetzt redet jeder aber okay
030 Berlin ok, Futurekid digga ok
CQ Model ok, Cadillac ok
Gestern ein noname, aber heute ist ok
Jeder von ihnen jetzt Pablo, jeder von ihnen ein Narco
Schmuggel die Ware im Cargo
Is ok ok, du Diablo.

Du bist Toni Montana, Al Capone, John Gotti
Pablo, Pablo
ok, ok, ok
ok, ok, ok
ok, ok, ok.

Timberland classic boots, ok
Levis 501, ok
Schwarzer Rollkragenpullover
Juckt keinen wie viel dein Oversize kostet
Trag’ ‘ne Holzfällerjacke mit Loch in den Ärmeln,
doch hat viel mehr wert und ist Teil meiner Story wie OG,Ortak .., ok ok, ok
Ray Ban so wie John Lennon ok, ok, ok
Kangol 507 Cap alla Samuel Jackson ok
Meister is’ Nimo ok
1, 2, 3 Mios sind ok
Rapper reden viel aber ok
Ihre Flows sind kopiert aber ok, ok
Roli am Arm ok, ok, ok
Ficke big booty Bitches die von dem Block sind
Trag ne Roli am Arm ok, ok, ok
Fick die big booty bitches die from the Block sind wie Jennifer Lopez ok, ok, okay.

Du bist Toni Montana, Al Capone, John Gotti
Pablo, Pablo
ok, ok, ok
ok, ok, ok
ok, ok, ok.

Apollo is’ okay
Keine Kontrolle is’ ok
In meiner Rolle is’ ok
Bitches in Wolle sind ok
Schnapp mir ne Olle im Mercedes ok
Steh nicht drauf wenn sie viel redet
Geb ihr jetzt in ‘nem Mercedes
War doch klar, dass ich so rede
Neue Flocken digga ok
Goldene Locke digga ok
Lamborghini digga ok
Batzen Bündel digga ok
Versuri-lyrics.info
Bruder ich hab es im Blut
Jimmy Dean ich hab den Juice
Baby sag fühlst du den Blues?

Du bist Toni Montana, Al Capone, John Gotti
Pablo, Pablo
ok, ok, okkk.
Sandzo songtexte
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Future – Draco

February 23, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro]
You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree
Pluto

[Chorus]
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

[Verse 1]
Lamborghini doors when I left off
They done fucked around, got a nigga pissed off
Nice little thot got a stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm
Fuck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
A couple of pills and I got my soda filled
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these mils
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa
She thinks she the one but to me she ain’t nothing but a thrill
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
I’ve been drippin’ like a God, what else?
I been dodgin’ all the flies, what else?
I been fillin’ up garages, what else?
I gave her a French ménage, what else?
Close your eyes eyes eyes
I’m about to slide slide slide
Wonder why why why
I stay in the sky sky sky
Pink molly, let me dance with her
Freestylin’, let me dance with her
Sky Dweller, it was sentimental
Rose gold, it was sentimental

[Verse 2]
Fuck up my bitch by the change
Want me to jump out the stage
I wanna jump in the air
You know the love ain’t fair
You killin’ then show us the proof
I already got the juice
Chain different colors like fruits
I like to hang out the roof
I got to train my bitches
I’m putting chains on my bitches
I’ll pull some chain on the snitches
I’m focused, I’m back on my mission
Flex on a nigga, no apologies
Molly Off-White done got to me
Playing hockey with the ice in the Major League
35 bitches at the St. Reg
Fall back shooter like KD
Back in the kitchen with the Curry
Pullin’ up wit Xan, can’t hurt me
Pineapple drink lookin’ syrupy
56 nights, I was dirty
Styrofoam cups servin’ patients
Heard you been talkin’ bout the kid
Knowin’ damn well that’s a flagrant (technical)
I cancel two bitches
I got me some new bitches
Come check out how I’m living
I got me some new drippy
I got me some new drip!
She ain’t got nothing to do with it
I’ll give my bitch to you
If that what she mean to you

[Chorus]
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

[Verse 3]
Yeah I’m cruisin’ in the deep
I’m twisted up, I got geeked
Misbehaving with ya freak
Can’t tell she got teeth
I was in her mouth like veneers
Stop comparing my career
Designer flooded through the crib
Business furniture for real
Bought a Fendi couch for my kids
They just want to plug a nigga wig
Charge a half a mil for the gig
Middle fingers up, fuck the pigs
Diamonds fallin’ off me, let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin’ up a brick
Certified nigga out the six
Who was wrapping dummies in the zone
I was chargin’ 10 for the strong
Keep on goin’ in on this song
Keep an F&N at your home
Lesson learned and we moving on
I got Firm niggas, Al Capone
Got my Chi niggas on the horn
Downtown Atlanta I was born

Future – Draco (On Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

February 23, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro]
You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree
Pluto

FUTURE – Draco lyrics

February 18, 2017 Azlyrics

You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree

Pluto

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

Lamborgini doors but I never stop
Fuck around got a nigga pissed off
Nice little thot got stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm

Fuck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield wo wo wo wo wo
A Couple of pills and I got my soda filled wo wo wo wo wo

Break out a sweat I go head over heels for these meals wo wo wo wo wo wo
She thinks she the one but to me she ain’t nothing but a thrill wo wo wo wo wo

Ive been drippin like a god with her
I been dodging all the fly what else
I been fillin up garages what else
I gave her a French monage what else

Close your eyes eyes eyes
Im about to slide slide slide
Wonder why why why
I stay in the sky sky sky

Pink molly let me dance with her
Freestylin let me dance with her

Sky Dweller it was sentimental
Rose gold it was sentimental

Fuck up my bitch by the change
Brought me from trap house to stage
I wanna jump in the air
You know the love ain’t fair

You killin then show us the proof
I already got the juice
Chain different colors like fruits
I like to hang out the roof

I got to train my bitches
Im putting chains on my bitches
Ill put some chain on some snitches
Im focused im back on my mission

Flex on a nigga no apologies
Matter how white done gotta me
Playing hockey with the ice in the major league
Thirty five bitches at the Saint Reg

Fall back shooter like KD
Back in the kitchen with the curry
Pourin up zan can’t hurt me
Pineapple drink lookin syruppy

Fifty six night I was 30
Stirofoam cups and patient
Heard you been talkin bout the kid
Knowing damn well that’s a flagrant

I cancel two bitches
I got me some new bitches
Come check out how I’m living
I got me some new drippin
I got me some new dripp
Ain’t got nothing to do with it
Ill give my bitch to you
If that what she mean to you

Yeah I cruising in the deep
Im twisted up I got geek
Misbehaving with ya freak
Can’t tell she got teeth

I was in her mouth like veneers
Start comparing my career
Cause I was flooding through the crib
Business furniture for real

I bought a Fendi couch for my kids
They just want to plug a nigga wig
Charge a half a mill for the gig
Middle fingers up fuck the pig
Diamonds fallin off my let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin up a brick
Certified nigga hot to six

Who was rapping diamonds in the zone
I was chargin 10 for the strong
Keep on goin in on this song
Keep an F&N at your home
Lesson learned and we moving on
I got firm niggas Al Capone
Got my Chi niggas on the horn
Downtown Atlanta I was born

Future – Draco lyrics

February 16, 2017 Azlyrics