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Lil Baby – Emotionally Scarred Lyrics

February 27, 2020

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[Verse 1]
A love letter came through the mail, it said, “I miss you”
I ripped it up and flushed with the tissue
Try to forget you
I ain’t got nothing against you
We human, we all got issues
But I’m tired of being tired of being tired
That part of me done died
I see it then I don’t, act like I’m blind
I’m confident it won’t be one of mine
No emotions come with lies, so I tell the truth all the time
Ain’t got no sympathy for no bitch
I admit that I’m rich, and I’m lit
Jumpin’ up on stages
I get 200 of them K’s
Bro had really fucked the game up
We made niggas shut they trap down
They see how I made it, I’m the reason they won’t rap now
See me out in traffic, make a hater pull his hat down
Them Biggies on G’s salute me
A stylist can’t even style me
The robbers prolly want to get me
I’m hoppin’ out Lamborghinis
The [?] turn in my city they try me I get it cracking
Some of this would still happen if I never started rapping
My people still steady trapping
And they still be getting active
I tell them to chill
I’m tryna run up these M’s
Pay cash and then they post the crib
I can’t show nobody where my momma live
That’s how I ‘posed to feel
My niece just asked me were my diamonds real
I said, “Of course”
I just played the hand that I was dealt, didn’t have the force
All around the world they know it’s me, they hear my voice
And I dump it all on a pair of Dior’s, yeah

[Chorus]
Young age, learn how to get paid
Big stage, long way from section 8
Big wave, he gon’ have to get saved
Ridin’ in the foreign, chiefing on the forest
I know I wasn’t there for you at least I said, “I’m sorry”
You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
I’m emotionally scarred, that ain’t even your fault
But don’t listen to them haters, tryna feel you, it with salt

[Verse 2]
All this revenue coming in, I’ll probably never spend
I just bought my BM a Benz, now that’s another Benz
I just cut off all of my friends and bought my brothers in
I don’t see nobody but me, who I’m gon’ lose to
I can’t move around without tool
These niggas loose screws
I can see me taking the lead over the new school
They remember me from selling weed at my old school
Only hit it once, and now it’s old news
Blew up, who the fuck would knew
Paint my check all Nipsy Blue
If I get one, you get one too
I really move how bosses move
I never called myself a goat
I leave that love to the people
Everybody can’t go to the top, I had to leave some people
I’ma be forever scheming
Woke up, I thought that I was dreaming
Watch my lil’ boy play with toys
I just drop a tear of joy
Some shit that I feel for
I been going crazy with the scoring call me baby Harden
They said I’ll be great, I guess I’m waiting for it

[Chorus]
Young age, learn how to get paid
Big stage, long way from section 8
Big wave, he gon’ have to get saved
Riding in the foreign, chiefing on the forest
I know I wasn’t there for you at least I said, “I’m sorry”
You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
I’m emotionally scarred, that ain’t even your fault
But don’t listen to them haters, tryna feel you, it with salt
Young age, learn how to get paid
Big stage, long way from section 8
Big wave, he gon’ have to get saved
Riding in the foreign, chiefing on the forest
I know I wasn’t there for you at least I said, “I’m sorry”
You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
I’m emotionally scarred, that ain’t even your fault
But don’t listen to them haters, tryna feel you, it with salt

Reeko Squeeze – Back On It Lyrics (feat. Blockz)

February 25, 2020

[Intro]
Aye yo, aye niggas get shot everyday B. You be aight nigga
You tough right?
I’m out Reeko. You understand what I’m saying? Look at me
I get shot in the head baby
My body different, my breathing different, you understand what I’m saying?
Doctor said I wasn’t gonna walk the same, you understand what I’m saying?
I’m out

[Verse 1]
Too, too much weed in the room now a nigga can’t breathe in my space
The girls in my DM’s, it might be your BM’s we’ll ski on a kid
Tell me why you niggas pree on the kid
Like there is no reason for this
Is it cause I make mad music
And then f**k that, just might go up on seasonal hits

[Hook]
Damn, money we took it from scratch
Tell a homie gonna talk about that
Run up on me, run up back
And smoke a nigga like a fag
I heard niggas are talking this and talking that
Well they know they talking cause they know I never lie
Back on it and oh they know it’s strap
Young one we the rap stack
And you know it’s fully loaded when I fling the rap back, hold on
f**k the radio now that I’m back on it
f**king up the beat, just watch me dab on it
Something I always remember I tag on it
f**k the industry just drop a jab on ‘em
Stacking , stacking, I’m trapping, trapping
I’m whacking, I’m serving them packages
Ooh la la, baby what’s happening
Couple bands I’ll be splurging with savages

[Verse 2]
Lurking in a German, I’m purpin
Pull up in a four door with a four four sting on red
Put smoke in a person
Catch coon ass stunting
How bad you wanna beef
How bad you wanna beef
‘Fore I see these niggas yeah they nervous
They might freeze when they see me
I’m in my young boy jerking
All of these niggas are lying they cooking that dealer shit
Nigga you pussy you been a prick
Never seen you and you rid with it
Who took [?] who gives a shit
Sting with my thing, yeah I live with it
My young boy he gon’ stick with it
f**k with these hoes I’m so sick with it
In a car with my browing she whipping it

[Hook]
Damn, money we took it from scratch
Tell a homie gonna talk about that
Run up on me, run up back
And smoke a nigga like a fat
I heard niggas are talking this and talking that
Well they know they talking cause they know I never lie
Back on it and oh they know it’s strap
Young one we the rap stack
And you know it’s fully loaded when I fling the rap back, hold on
f**k the radio now that I’m back on it
f**king up the beat, just watch me dab on it
Something I always remember I tag on it
f**k the industry just drop a jab on ‘em
Stacking , stacking, I’m trapping, trapping
I’m whacking, I’m serving them packages
Ooh la la, baby what’s happening
Couple bands I’ll be splurging with savages

[Verse 3]
Bang! f**k a nigga talking bout straps
Rolling with hittas and got six packs on me and I ain’t talking bout abs
Trust a nigga [?] you get grab, can’t talking about the watch you know I got band
Pulling up like right where you hang
Come round here, leave smoke on your man
Show ‘em face and with Scoogie I’m back again
Pulling up on that baby, what’s happening
Love my freedom, I ain’t trying to get bagged again
P and down, I’m all over the map again
Cutting, cutting, I’m bagging, bagging
That thing that I wrap ‘em in
Two rags to use on a sudden ting
One comb, one jam and an afro pick

Young Thug – Bad Bad Bad Lyrics

August 17, 2019 Azlyrics

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[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Rose gold seats on a fuckin’ helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin’ Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new ‘Rari
Let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin’
I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m ridin’
And I’m slidin’ in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Rich nigga shit, I bought my thottie a new Patek
Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion
Got a billion dollar corporation, fuck a Xanny
I got millions to go get and a couple bitches to–uh, yeah
You my dawg ’til we dead, not a question
But I can’t fuck with you like I want ’cause you ratted
Got a million dollars in the wall, in the band’
And got it stepped-on, got it hard, got it crackin’ on her
Half a million, I just did a warm up for half a million, uh, uh, mmm
I can buy the buildin’
I can rent this shit out or save it for the children
I can dead this shit out or give it to the villains
Somewhere they can hide when they do some killin’
All of the rides got grenade ceilings
Loaded with a ride, cost a cool million

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I’m ridin’
I be in the foreign, fuck with slime, we tied in (Slatt)
Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn’t decide which
Never talked about it, she done made herself my side bitch
Trash bag gang, I can put that on Elijah
Street chose me, I ain’t never had to sign up
Then we hittin’ bitches in the group, I make ’em line up
Beep, beep, beep, that’s me, nigga, get back
Real dopeboy, don’t know how to work a CashApp
How many you got? I’ll send it ‘lone, bring the cash out
I been sippin’ lean, ’bout to pee ’til I pass out
Went to sleep ‘partment, woke up in the paradise
Niggas stealin’ drip but it don’t matter, they don’t wear it right
They don’t even speak but I can see I got ’em terrified
Double R truck, come through, shit on everybody
Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night

[Outro: Young Thug]
Take the four doors off of the Jeep (Bad, bad, bad)
I ain’t doin’ no swaps with a freak, uh (Bad, bad, bad)
We can handle this shit out in the streets, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
I ain’t goin’ to a house for a meetin’, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
Pull up in a truck, any season
Niggas never comin’ out, then we leavin’
How could nigga take a loss if he leavin’?
Quickly take off like I’m LeBron

Chance The Rapper – My Own Thing lyrics

December 2, 2018 Azlyrics

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Please don’t hit me in my DM
Promise that my BM gonna slide when she see ’em
I know she gonna see ’em ’cause I’m defa finna show her
Take her to the culprit then I take her to the store (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She just like my personal space, got a circular waist
Pull my shirt when she work, work, work, work, work
If you work in my space, better keep that shit ‘fessional
I don’t like to be bothered when I work, work, work, work
Please leave me the fuck alone, new fiancée, that’s my cologne
Doin’ too much and sayin’ too much, that’s how y’all ass end up alone
I’ma just pimp off, you a send-off, I don’t really ever like to get involved
Got a baby, got a house, got in-laws, go and kick rocks

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah

[Verse 2: Joey Purp (Chance the Rapper)]
Okay, don’t mind if it don’t pay me, it ain’t my biz
How you gon’ raise yo’ voice?
Gon’ raise yo’ money, won’t raise yo’ kids? (What?)
Bad little bitty in the city that I’m in (Yeah)
When I go and travel, I might have to take her with
She said, “How the car stop but the rims don’t?”
Ain’t wanna leave but I had to go, like Trey Songz
I was 18 with a ’98 (Yup) sellin’ 28s
Now I’m 25 sellin’ 16s (Yup), it’s a hunnid ways
My new girl a freak, she my type, she unique
Make her sang when we bang, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
Tell my ex it’s a dub, that’s a wop, that’s unlikely
Put a bustdown of my wifey, like Gucci Mane, so icy

Mariah Carey – Giving Me Life Lyrics

November 16, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: Mariah Carey]
Hey, baby, what’s happenin’? How you doin’?
We can make it, baby, me and you
(Me and you, me and you, me and you, me and you)
It wasn’t really, wasn’t really
It wasn’t really much at all
It wasn’t really

[Verse 1: Mariah Carey]
So, it’s summertime, lil splash a wine
And forget about it
If you’re so inclined, let’s take a ride tonight
So, then maybe if the stars align
We’ll fix our minds on another tangent
And it’s kinda like impossible to top this at all

[Chorus: Mariah Carey]
Giving me life and it’s everything
Thinkin’ ’bout when we were seventeen
Feelin’ myself like I’m Norma Jeane
Here in my arms is where you should be

[Post-Chorus: Mariah Carey]
It wasn’t really, it wasn’t really much
It wasn’t really much at all
It wasn’t really, it wasn’t really
Wasn’t really much at all

[Verse 2: Mariah Carey]
Oh, my philosophy
Doesn’t quite apply to you and me
But I won’t think too much
So, come on and feel my touch
It wasn’t really much at all
Just a little sensitivity, yeah that’s all
Here in my heart is where you should be
Ooh, you are

[Chorus: Mariah Carey]
Giving me life and it’s everything
Thinkin’ ’bout when we were seventeen
Livin’ like Babs ’cause it’s evergreen
Here in my arms is where you should be

[Post-Chorus: Mariah Carey & Slick Rick]
It wasn’t really, it wasn’t really much
It wasn’t really much at all (It really wasn’t)
It wasn’t really, it wasn’t really (The Ruler)
Wasn’t really much at all

[Verse 3: Slick Rick]
Wassup, ma? Hush, got fly
Here’s a quest, why you left? Was it my messed up eye? Why?
Reminisce, wannabe, huh?
See, hon, followed sheep from once the first chick
Clark Wallabees on (Beep, beep)
Swag, honey drip, spendin’ some time
Remember them rhymes?
Your gold fronts looked better than mines did
Was ecstasy, poundin’ in the BM
Clownin’ me and that was way before wore gowns and the skin’
Givin’ me life

[Chorus: Mariah Carey & Slick Rick]
Giving me life and it’s everything (Mariah Carey)
Thinkin’ ’bout when we were seventeen
Feelin’ myself like I’m Norma Jeane (La, la, la-la)
Here in my arms is where you should be (Where you should be)
Ooh, you are giving me life (Giving me life)
And it’s everything (Everything)
Thinkin’ ’bout when we were seventeen
(Thinkin’ ’bout when we were)
Livin’ like Babs ’cause it’s evergreen (‘Cause it’s evergreen)
Here in my arms is where you should be
Ooh, you are giving me life and it’s everything
(Wasn’t really, wasn’t really)
Thinkin’ ’bout when we were seventeen
(Got me thinkin’ bout’ when we were, yeah, yeah)
(Wasn’t really much at all)
Feeling myself like I’m Norma Jeane
(Said, I’m feeling myself like I’m)
(Wasn’t really, wasn’t really)
Here in my arms is where you should be (Right here in my arms)
(Wasn’t really much at all)
Giving me life and it’s everything

It was a stone groove, my man
You are the most righteous
Yeah, right, just get the fuck out
(Get the fuck out, get the fuck out
Get the fuck out, get the fuck out)

[Outro: Mariah Carey]
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
Giving me life and it’s all (Giving me life)
Giving me life, da-da-da, yeah (Yeah, givin’, givin’ me life)
Giving me life and it’s all (Wasn’t really much at all, much at all)
(Giving me life)
Giving me life and it’s all (Wasn’t really, wasn’t really)
Giving me life and it’s all
Giving me life and it’s all
Giving me life and it’s all
Giving me life and it’s all
Giving me life and it’s all
Whoa, whoa-whoa
Giving me life and it’s all
Oh, giving me life and it’s all

Chris Brown – Had To Do It… Sorry DJ Khaled Lyrics

August 5, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: Michael Jackson & DJ Khaled]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
We the Best Music!
You gotta feel that beat
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Another one
I wanna rock with you
DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I’ve been looking for a BM
‘Bout to see this boy slide, that’s a DM
Yeah, got into her DM (ayy)
And I started lining up for the PM, baby (woah)
I need a one, two, three-some
I need a girl to throw it back like a refund, I don’t mind
Feel that beat (that beat), baby
Bounce that ass and I’m grabbing it like a rebound

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
‘Cause I want a fatty on me
‘Cause I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t mind, take your time on me
Late night, rub that ass on me, girl
Where you at? I’m tryna find ya (yep)
I hope them other fellas nevermind ya, yeah, yeah
So I can pull down your blinds, girl, I swear

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
And my pad on the East Side, B side
Now you down like a beach towel
I, want the breakfast in bed
Body soft like butter spread, girl, you a snack (yikes!)
Got that bass in your trunk (oh!)
And two Chevy’s side to side (woo)
We can ride all night, ’cause I’m all papers now

[Pre-Chorus 2: Chris Brown]
I need a fatty on me
I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t pack 24 karats
Really, I’m all in it, girl (hey)
Where you at? I’m right behind ya, yeah
And tell them other niggas don’t bother (yeah)
‘Cause I’ma love you all night, yeah, I swear, yeah (oh)

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Good morning, my moses
French toast and French kiss is what I want
Yeah, Folgers, stay over
Sweat pants and hair up in a pony, ha
You know I love that fresh face, ooh, woah
Up in that bag, already packed
Bring that ass over to my place (ow!)
Bring that ass to my place, come on (ooh, hoo)
My house, place, place

[Outro: Michael Jackson]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Share that beat of love
I wanna rock with you

A$AP Rocky – M’$ (feat. Lil Wayne) lyrics

May 3, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
One time for A$AP Yams
Let’s go

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
What’s this I see? Niggas tryna act like G’s
Got A$AP, got Fergy with me
It’s a new day, no Black Eyed Peas
That’s that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, that’s that shit
(You ain’t got no Flacko in your Serato?)
Mothafucka better blast that shit
Niggas drink quarts of the Clicquot
Bitches sniff raw of the kilos
Flacko makes sales of the perico
She knows, went to ATL for my C-Note
‘Member, I ain’t ever have no home
Now I got a penthouse and a beach home
Back when I was rockin’ least (2 Chainz!!!)
I was trappin’ off at least like three phones
Me and Yams made the plan
Then I paid myself and I gave myself advance
Way before I became myself
I’d like to thank myself because I made myself the man
It’s like lately I ain’t myself
I’d rather hang myself before I play myself
I tell her, “throw on the dress with the pinstripes”
Know the one that fit the booty all skin tight, that’s right
Yeah, you that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, move that shit
Frontin’ like you did it for the fellas
Get all the bitches jealous when you do that shit
But my neck is gold, the rest is froze
Sex and hoes, best of both
Girls and girls, perpetual
Sippin’ slow, Texas throwed
Comma, I’m about decimals
Chill and get faded
I’m surprised that we made it
Young niggas know the sky’s the limit
All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded
Chill and get faded
Shit, I’m surprised that we made it
Nowadays stress overrated
All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded

[Pre-Hook: A$AP Rocky]
I wanna see you take it all off
And she just wanna make it harder
And we just end up takin’ longer
Can’t impress with them diamonds though, them diamonds

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Talkin’ about M’s
Talkin’ bout M’s, nigga, M’s
Make ’em talk about, make ’em talk about M’s
Nigga, talkin’ bout M’s
Nigga, talkin’ bout M’s
Nigga, talkin’ bout M’s
Make ’em talk about, talkin’ bout M’s, nigga
Talkin’ bout M’s

[Interlude: A$AP Rocky]
It’s like lately all I ever seem to think about is M’s, nigga
Talkin’ ’bout M’s
See the same thing all up in my bank account
M’s, nigga, talkin’ ’bout M’s
And my YouTube account say the same amount
M’s, nigga, talkin’ ’bout M’s

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Money talk and dogs bark
I got a pocket full of stones in my stonewashed
Lambo, brand new Lambo
With tiger stripes on it call that bitch a golf cart
I’m outchea, I’m so outchea, I swear niggas have no idea
I swear niggas better wear riot gear
Cause I appear and pow loud and clear give ’em diarrhea, oh
I re-up tonight, I’mma be up tonight, cookin’ a key up tonight
Niggas de-up I slide to the right, throw up a three up in time
Put a B up, let’s fight, don’t get beat up tonight
Feet up in my European, I ride with me heater inside
Kill you and your dog then go put on a shirt that say PETA for life
Like you sneeze you on tight, you got beef I got white
You got beef I got white, I got green, I got white, I got pink
I got pints, I got lean, I got ice, I got needles and pipes
I got clean, I got right, I got mean, I got nice
That’s that Tina and Ike, got on lean on her price
I don’t cheat on her price
Try to cheat on the dice, you get beat on the spot
I get keys on the spot and I keep it on lock
And I keep it up safe, what you keep in your safe?
S’what I spent on my watch and I wave it like Ma$e
Bout to redo the face, get a see-through AK
I eat seafood and steak
But girl I’mma treat you like cake til I get a sweet tooth tooth ache
But wait let’s talk about M’s, not about them
I love my BM’s, I love my YM ain’t no more CM
Let’s pluck out the stems, let’s fuck like a nymph
She walk out, she limp, it’s dark and we dim, yeah
We dem niggas, handcuffing him niggas back up and skim niggas
See that we strapped up we cap up your brim nigga
Fill my cup up to the rim nigga, Tunechi

Kendrick Lamar – HUMBLE. lyrics

April 25, 2018 Azlyrics

[Video Intro]
Wicked or weakness?
You gotta see this
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Album Intro]
Nobody pray for me
It’s been that day for me
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bitch, sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (lil’ bitch, hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bitch, sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (lil’ bitch, hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2]
Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on Man-Man? (Man-Man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fucking up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretch marks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks
Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all

Diplo – Worry No More (feat. Lil Yachty & Santigold)

March 3, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
I don’t worry no more

[Verse 1: Santigold]
Still asking where my money now
Like a walk in a park, got in love and I’m rollin’ up
He ain’t reachin’, zip it first
I got friends I got money, got no worries ’til it all dry up
And I can make you rain
Wash away the pain and a thousand BM up
Shit, I know what you mean
Ever mind is not the cash when I’m feeling love

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I don’t wanna worry no more
I just wanna ball like the big leagues
I just want a nice house on the shore
I just want a big house like Gatsby
So catch me if you can
I’m chasing after my dreams
I wanna be the man
I wanna be the star on the scene

Cause I don’t wanna worry no more
I just wanna ball like the big league
I just want a nice house on the shore
I just want a big house like Gatsby
So catch me if you can
I’m chasing after my dreams
I wanna be the man
I gonna be the star on the scene

[Verse 2: Santigold]
Tell you what I’m chasing something never was
Reach that 40 ain’t got one to pull me up
Feeling fancy, kicking in I know I can’t stop
I [?] he know where I was
Give me some time, meet me up and give me love
And money make me that I never let enough
You Keep the fame, keep the phone and came up plus
Keep on dreaming, keep on rising high above

[Bridge: Lil Yachty]
I don’t wanna worry no more
I just wanna ball like the big leagues
I just want a nice house on the shore
I just want a big house like Gatsby
So catch me if you can
I’m chasing after my dreams
I wanna be the man
I wanna be the star on the scene

Dave East – Peter Pan

February 23, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Time changed, check out your mind frame
Got no times for mind games (grow up, nigga)
Grow up, nigga

[Verse 1]
He 37, think he 22
His mother work, he play the crib, just polishin’ his .22
Plus he eat up all the food but never grocery shop
Actin’ like he out lookin’ for a job but he know he not
He know the gossip, know what happen when Chad got locked up
He know who beefin’ like every weekend, his BM pop up
He keep makin’ promises, he gon’ help her
He never felt a hard time dealin’ with pressure
The youngin’ niggas used to respect him, was kinda credible
He shot a couple cats in the 90’s, few niggas never knew
He did a stretch for some domestic shit
He punched his ex after she told him, this some pussy you could never get
Behind the wall, turned Blood, but came home neutral
‘Cause streets spooky, you think we practise our own voodoo
He realize shit changed, he had to hustle smarter
High temper, shape-up push back, he wanna cut his barber
He loved his father but through his life he could not trust him
Damn near 40, just realized he ain’t got nothin’
Had the green light for years, his connect hit the stop button
Back to nicklin’, dimin’, youngin’s on the block pumpin’

[Chorus]
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan

[Verse 2]
Niggas bought him clothes when he got out the yard
He was bigger then, homies told him he should bodyguard
He was used to crack’s, ain’t know the price that molly cost
Youngin’s don’t pay him no mind, they figure he probably lost
They don’t know he grew up in the era where nobody soft
He tried to school ’em and gave ’em his own narcotic talk
Told him never stash your money and your work together
Never had no package when your body, it ain’t work forever
Found a nigga you could really trust, I think y’all work together
Never smoke, ridin’ with dope, rain is the perfect weather
So how you broke if you got all the answers?
You ain’t even got hoes workin’ and know all the dancers
Check this out, old head, we gon’ get it the way we know how
We ain’t takin’ deals, I coppin’ out, know we gon’ blow trial
You slow bringin’ it back so we just front you a whole now
Us young niggas get real money, I hope you know now
Everybody that ain’t here would be half his age
All he do is argue, been a minute since he had a fade
He got a mattress, he ain’t even got no sheets
Been in his mother crib for years and he ain’t even got no key

[Verse 3]
How you 40 and niggas pay you to look out?
He don’t miss a night at the club, don’t miss a cook out (not one)
Dishes in his mother crib, dirty garbage he ain’t took out (never)
But he could tell you who got pregnant, tell you who shook out
Some niggas fightin’ after younger girls like he still got it (still)
He never had it, had light static, he still hottin’
Youngin’s got him sippin’ lean, they got him pill poppin’ (percs)
This real knowledge, these niggas 40 and still plottin’ (watch ’em)

[Outro]
I blame it on the elder niggas that never helped us
We had to go get it, no guidance, nobody felt us
16 with more pocket money than your daddy
We was broke and we came up from nothin’, nigga, we gon’ brag
All this Gucci, we gon’ brag
Older niggas hatin’, not all of ’em I remember callin’ ’em, now they so mad
They ain’t reach their potential and live the life they want to live

Kodak Black – Brand New Glizzy

November 22, 2017 Azlyrics

[Verse]
I just bought a new Glock, cost me three fifty
I used to let these niggas down so I sleep with it
I be tryna chase my dreams but I be fighting demons
My Glock got a dick, I even pee with it
It’s a XD, boy don’t test me
Do your homework, or I beat with it
I get reckless nigga
I don’t leave my team waiting
I ain’t no selfish nigga so my whole team winning
And I ain’t rescuing no hoe, I’m a keep pimpin’
I ain’t Superman, I ain’t savin’ you
I just dropped a album, Project Baby Two
I got a son now, my little baby two
I got snakes in my gucci, I’m a Python
I got snakes in my closet but not in my yard
Snakes on my collarbone but not in my lando
Doing fraud, I heard that money good in Colorado
A new Glock that’s a nine, Rajon Rondo
Every show I do now look like the Apollo
Shawty said she love me
Project baby pull up on a nigga no Huggie
Put my BM in my BM used to drive a pump baby
Kodak Bock I don’t milly rock, I don’t dougie
Yah, going up, talk with Nene
Kodak Bock I don’t do the nay-nay
You will never catch me tryna dab
I be posted on the slab, selling slab
I just bought a new Glock, generation four
Remember eating hot cheetos with sweet n low
Hot sauce but my leg is chill, eating rice with honey
Got me reminiscing ’bout my life when I ain’t had no money
Just drunk a whole fifth, smoked a ounce of weed
I left stems in it, but I threw away the seeds
Almost threw away my life
I threw away the glove but I kept the ski
Thugging with my res on
I’m on house arrest but I won’t be home
I’m running through ya hoes, running in ya door
Got me running through this door like chain on eskimos
I’m grippin’ on my tool, I won’t let it go
I can’t keep my cool, I won’t let it snow
Free my nigga locked up, eating sloppy joe
Probably playing spades, probably playing dominoes
My gun ain’t on safety, I won’t play with you
So I advise you find you something safe to do
Cause I keep the fire on and I got a firearm
If you run up on me, nigga flaming you
Cause I got a [?] gotta make em choose
On top of that, I got a son, my little baby two
I just bought a new wraith and it’s baby blue
I just got me a brand new glizzy
And I put a green bean in it

CyHi The Prynce – Dat Side (feat. Kanye West)

October 31, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro: CyHi The Prynce]
Where all my real ones at?
Hey!

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
All the bustas stand on dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce]
Got two bitches bumping clits, that’s a cat fight
I’m riding ’round with the stick, that’s that act right
In here with all my Jews like I’m a rabbi
Zone 6, East Atlanta, I’m from that side
Uh, I asked the plug for a kilo
He hit me with a brick like I’m Deebo
I charged the high for the zero
But we gon’ keep that on the D-low
Assault rifle with the peephole
It go A-B-A-B-B-B, Mortal Kombat cheat code
And I’m in here with my chico
Might get you whacked, you standing three closes
So

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
All the bustas stand on dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on that side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
All the haters hating, wait a minute, stand on dat side
I don’t need no allies, I don’t feel the need to fraternize
Yeezys in the field, Yeezys, Yeezys in the field now
Made it to the NBA, we in the NFL now
All the haters hating, wait a minute, stand on dat side
Moved into a neighborhood where I’m the only black guy
People claim they praying for you, really they be preying on you
All this shit is weighing on you, don’t look back, they gaining on you
"’Ye, look down, they aiming for you, all this shit is draining on you
And the people claim to know you, put ’em on get famous on you
Then they go and blame it on you, you just good, they can’t ignore you"
Don’t respect who came before ’em and made they lane so I
Pulled a Lambo out and then I went and got it baptized
Moved into a neighborhood where I’m the only black guy
Neighbors said they think I gave the neighborhood a black eye
They too worried ’bout what I’m doing so I gotta keep my grass high

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
(Dat right, dat right, dat right, dat right, dat right)
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 3: CyHi The Prynce]
I’m so anti, I’m so, I’m so anti
Seen my buddy passout, I’m careful who I stand by
All you do is tell stories, you a campfire
You can barely hold your water, you a damn liar
Look at all the haters who came out to see him
I’m fresh to death, my closet is a mausoleum
They don’t like I’m always hopping out of BM’s
They don’t know how many times I coulda loss my freedom
Went from open mics to rocking coliseums
I just bought your bitch a flight with my per diem
But I would never invite that hoe to my museum
I’m gone by 12 o’clock PM, that just how I treat ’em
So tell them groupie bitches stand on that side
I call these niggas groupies too cause that what niggas act like
Stand on that side, I don’t need your advice
Spit my trap like moving weight, I’m a fat guy
Wait, I just wanna see my paper stack like that high
Wait, my girl waist a 28, I like ’em that size
Wait, and them cakes a 38, I like ’em that wide
They ask why I was late, I pointed down and told ’em, "That’s why"

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

Kendrick Lamar – Humble (Skrillex Remix)

September 25, 2017 Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives; in fact, I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up)
(hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Fler & Jalil – Coogi (feat. Mortel) (Epic Premium Edition Album)

July 11, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro: Sample]
Living better now, Coogi sweater now
Living better now, Coogi sweater now
Living better now, Coogi sweater now
Drop top BM’s, I’m the man, girlfriend