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Cadell – Almighty Lyrics

January 17, 2020

[Hook]
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what?
Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what?
Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty

[Verse 1]
I swear to God, I ain’t like none of them
Man claim they came up, same time I came up
Until I switched the game up like “come again”
Call it a night, call it a day
Call it what you want, cause we lock the scene straight
If this one’s grime and that’s one grime
Someone better just slap the DJ
It’s like they don’t know what grime is
Cause nowadays man get punched in the face
Jump on mic and deny it
And dem man wanna ask what I did
Just cause you’re from the road
Doesn’t mean that you’re from my street
One day I’ll offer a chair at the table
Next thing I know, you’re after my seat
So ask God why I’m still standing
Ask him why I spent so many days in the sunlight
Like I’m reigning champion
Ask him why my name stood firm
Even back when no one backed him
Ask him why they attack, but they lack defence
When I’m in the box, I’m tackling

[Hook]
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what?
Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
(NO IT DON’T)
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty
(COME GET ME)
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what?
Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
(NO IT DON’T)
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty

[Verse 2]
I held my own nicely
Wanna be driving a car before 19
Right now, we ain’t counting numbers
I advise you just count them hundreds
And back in the day, couple man sang
Can’t be around them youngers
I was in the rave in Camden, ducking man down
Cause I can’t stand them fronters
And I can’t get too near haters
Couple of people might be where I am
But two years later
Walk in the room like “who here hates us?”
Couple of my Gs are two-tear status, no tatts
Streets I been killing, The riddim, I rode that
Couple MCs still seeking revenge
But their real lives and their lyrics don’t match
Feds won’t let man out the country
M16’s at the gate
All that’s late, a shot nearly got fire
Dem man talk too much
We don’t really talk too much so I bet he’s wired
Me I really beat that up
Last time I beat that up, man, I left it tired
Left in a state
Tryna be free, not stuck up in a cage

City Girls – You Tried It Lyrics

November 28, 2019 Azlyrics

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[Intro]
Ain’t that DJ chose over there?
Look like DJ chose

[Chorus: JT & Yung Miami]
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work
You made him bae, I fucked him first
I took his check, you got a purse
He pay my bills, yo ass at work
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work

[Verse 1: JT]
It’s the dog in ’em, I’m in the mall with ’em
I’m a trick wit ’em, you the type to fall for ’em
City Girls, period
But I need them commas
I can wait in the car, I ain’t trying to meet your mama
Baguettes around my neck
Pussy stay wet
Call that nigga Keith
All he do is sweat
2020 vision
Side bitch winning
Coppin’ us both
Shit bitch, we twinnin’
Jet black lace, wig long and it’s curly
Calling up Barbara, bitch this Shirley
We sharing that nigga, sis, don’t be salty
I like the way he ate this ass
Tell that nigga “Call me”

[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
Uh
I’m a rap bitch goals
I could never get chose
Bitch, he wanna be with me
Yeah
And he a rap nigga say he independent
But I got him in a 360
Trick something, he gon’ pull up to the crib and lick something
Every time I’m mad at him
He gon’ show up with something
(Trap nigga) Got him buying gifts for my friends
(Trap nigga) Make him spend his re-up on a Benz
(Trap nigga) Do I really love him, it depends?
(Trap nigga) Last one I hit up for a 10
Ride on him, get up on that dick and take a spin
Bae with me but I got a nigga paying rent

[Outro]
Ain’t that DJ chose over there?
Look like DJ chose

Trippie Redd – This Ain’t That Lyrics

November 22, 2019 Azlyrics

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[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Uh, better listen closely, ayy
Shoot a pussy nigga acting nosy, yeah
It’s just Big 14 and Lil Mosey, yeah
Fuck that ho, you treat her like a trophy, huh (DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
No, legit, you’s a bitch, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
Odell with the pick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
I’m a fucking walking lick, but nigga, this ain’t that for real
Yeah, yeah
Shoot him with this chopper, make his body dance, uh
Chopper get to bustin’, do the runnin’ man, uh
Would’ve threw a party, I ain’t got no friends, uh
All my niggas brothers and that’s to the end, uh
Would’ve used a Glock but I used the FN
Shooting .223’s, you a dead man, uh
Typical to shoot at your head, man
Where the fuck you ‘posed to keep a headband?
Like you hoop, big bro, we balling, the way that we shooting (That we shooting)
I got rings, I got rings, bitch, not Melo, uh
Bitch, I’m with the slimes, Donatello, uh
Let me eat that kitty, baby, Hello, uh (Huh)

[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
I’m with 14, we gon’ float through smokin’ OG
This bitch loud, it’s some gas, got me choking
Walking through my city, shaking bullets off me
Know my riches ’cause these bitch look how it’s flexin’
You ain’t with the shits, I can tell, bullets, they hot as hell (Boom)
Thinking ’bout buying a well and a new crib for my mama, uh
Always pull up with some drums, but nigga, I’m riding with gunners, uh
I’m just wondering what Kari would do
Beatin’ his case, so I got him a jewel
Take it with slatt them, we ain’t doing no acting
Slide down, let you have it, we still causing havoc (Uh-huh)
Big bro, I did it again, no, I don’t wanna be friends
I turn a five to a ten, money, I’m throwing a band
Backwood, I’m smoking on gas, I’m finna fuck her then pass
Skrrt ’til I hop in a Wraith, and I’m running from 12 and I’m doing the dash (12)
Ooh, dripping like water
And she wanna fuck ’cause money up on her

King Von – No Flaws Lyrics

September 21, 2019 Azlyrics

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[Intro]
No flaws
King Von
I ain’t got no flaws
No flaws
King Von
DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger

[Verse 1]
Bitch, get out, now walk
Told these hoes ’bout playin’ with me
And he outlined in chalk
All my bullets RIP’s
She left me, haha
Man, these hoes be so funny
And you know how I rock
All these hoes in love with me
When I pull up, they run
All the opps, they run from me
And they call me King Von
K-I-N-G-V-O-N, say

[Verse 2]
I don’t wanna talk
Baby, don’t you talk to me
And my new house, I bought
Closet big, come walk in it
And three-car my garage
I just put a horse in it
I don’t like her no more
It ain’t no point in forcing it
And Von, he the G.O.A.T
I be ducking all the pigs
I turn up at my shows
I swear I love all my fans

[Chorus]
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is

R.E.M. – Radio Song Lyrics

September 11, 2019 Azlyrics

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[Intro: KRS-One]
Hey, I can’t find nothing on the radio
Yo, turn to that station

[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
The world is collapsing around our ears
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it

[Verse 1: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
When I got to the house and I called you out
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing song on the radio
It makes me sad
I meant to turn it off
To say goodbye
To leave in quiet
See ya!
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey
Hup, hup

[Pre-Chorus: Michael Stipe]
I’ve everything to show (Everything to show)
I’ve everything to hide (Everything to hide)
Look into my eyes
Listen

[Verse 2: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
When I got to the show
Yo, ho, ho
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing song and the DJ sucks
DJ sucks!
It makes me sad
I tried to turn it off
Turn it off!
To say goodbye, my love
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey)

[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
The world is collapsing around our ears
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it
Yeah

[Ad-lib: KRS-One]
Yeah
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Hup, hup

[Interlude: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
I tried to sing along
But damn that radio song
Yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
I’ve everything to show
(Everything to show)
I’ve everything to hide
(Everything to hide)
Look into my eyes, listen to the radio
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it
No, I can’t hear it

[Interlude: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
Hey, hey, hey
Say what?
Hey, hey, hey
Let me do that with you
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Yeah, boom!
Hey, hey, hey
Say what, say what, say what?
Hey, hey, hey
Check it out!

[Outro: KRS-One]
What are you saying? What are you playing?
Who are you obeying day out and day in?
Huh! Baby, baby, baby, baby
That stuff is driving me crazy
DJs communicate to the masses
Sex and violent classes
Now our children grow up prisoners
All their lives, radio listeners!

Missy Elliott – Cool Off Lyrics

August 23, 2019 Azlyrics

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[Intro]
This is a Missy Elliot exclusive

[Refrain]
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Missy in this bitch doin’ shit you ain’t never seen
Missy in this bitch doin’ shit you ain’t never seen
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it (Stop)

[Verse 1]
Back in this bitch, Missy hoppin’ out the sunroof
I got ’bout hundred coupes, shooters with me, hundred troops
Got a hundred bands, goin’ H.A.M., we don’t give a damn
It go up and down, ’round and ’round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan

[Refrain]
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off

[Verse 2]
Break a sweat, make ’em lose control, ain’t no AC
Goin’ hard, tempo forty-four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z (Stop)

[Refrain]
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off (Stop)

[Verse 3]
Play this again, I’m finna win
Finna go off, finna go in
Me and my friends, yeah, we on ten
And the song never ends, no, the song never ends
Body shaped like a fisheye lens
I’ll make it drop, yeah, I’ll make it bend
Cool off ’til I feel the wind
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Way too high to get over me
Way too low to get under my skin
All the DJ’s gon’ hit that spin
I’ma play this again and again and again (Stop)

[Interlude]
Cool off
Woo
Cool off, woo (Stop)
Woo

[Refrain]
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it

Lil B – Rhode Island Lyrics

August 4, 2019 Azlyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, nigga, I’ma talk about BasedWorld, man
These niggas talk about I did what?
I got so many motherfuckin’ bitches
(Fuck it! Talk to a nigga!
I know the BasedGod!)

[Verse 1]
I know the BasedGod, yeah
Catch me out in Rhode Island (swag)
I’ma fuck yo’ bitch till she cryin’
All my young niggas wildin’
Albany, bitch, we gettin’ violent
Tell that nigga quit hidin’
Tell that fat nigga I’m the real don
I’ma fuck his bitch where the hills are

[Hook]
Rhode Island!
Shout out Rhode Island! (Figaro!)

[Verse 2]
I’ma give money to the DJ (swag)
I’ma tell that nigga go replay
I know Lil B
Yeah, nigga, I know Lil B
Shout out to the BasedGod
Nigga, I said “thank you BasedGod”
Huh? It ain’t no fuckin’ drop
Huh? (Woo!) Yeah, nigga, we gon’ fuckin’ drop
Another body drop, it’s OK
It’s OK
Give a fuck what a nigga gotta say
Gotta say
Take that hoodie off, bitch, you look gay
You look gay
All my niggas goin’ dumb up in the bay
In the bay

[Hook]
Rhode Island!
Shout out Rhode Island!

Lil Durk – Bora Bora Lyrics

August 1, 2019 Azlyrics

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[Intro]
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger

[Chorus]
All this clout shit, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don’t even fuck with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I’m the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act

[Verse 1]
Off a lotta pills, kissin’ bitches, ew
Designer junkie, yeah, only top Chanel
Don’t get caught with the scale, bro ‘nem died in the field
We had to split our meals, went half for hotels
Gotta watch your mans, that’s the beauty of the streets
Look at me and my bitch, that shit Beauty and the Beast
Never call my phone about the opps ’cause ain’t no peace
Man this shit for real, found out my homie, he police

[Verse 2]
Funeral, suit and tie, I’ll shoot for the guys
Takin’ shrooms on me now, car go vroom on them now
I got groupies on me now, I got Gucci on me now
I put blood in Masha Allah, I got kufis with me now
Feel like I’m dyin’, I’m too high, Pluto died in the Chi
Got me ridin’ around, hunnid rounds on him now
Hunnid rounds on him now
Pluto died in the Chi, Pluto…

Tory Lanez – TOUCHDOWN Lyrics

April 4, 2019 Azlyrics

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[Intro]
Fort Lauda-
Doe go round di order
Watch nuh bad man ting, some bad bwoy ting, zeen?

[Verse 1]
Yo, mi just touch dung inna London (hmm mmm)
Break up di tree lemme bun one
Mi send gyal fi di gun man
Disrespect, we a done man
From mi touch dung New York
Spend money we nuh do talk
Front end hot, mi need fi cool off
High grade mi buss two cough (*cough cough*)
See dem a pree me
Cause we a get gyal easy
Scammer friends have CC
Walk through, everything free, yuh nuh easy
We ago link in Toronto
Weed affi bun inna fronto
Mi nuh have time fi nuh convo
Yo my gyal, fawud to di condo
When mi ex wah text me
So mi know say mi look sexy
Badmind people dem vex me
Bwoy dem wah fi arrest me
Likkle pussy bwoy dem
This time, fuck off gyal dem fi di fifth time
Feds wah di man dem shipped off
Lift up di finger, pish posh
Likkle- mi say “who you?”
Mi clothes and mi shoes dem new new
When di man dem approach like “who’s who?”
Every bloodclaat bwoy inna mi crew shoot

[Bridge]
Easy, we a fuck nuff gyal easy
Buss two shot fi di DJ
When dem hear dis dem a replay, replay
Easy, dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Cyah move wicked inna my face, my face

[Verse 2]
Yo, mi step out the trap inna Brampton
Mi know say mi look handsome
VC, this a di anthem
Big batty gyal inna mi phantom
See me just land inna Miami
Di ting weh mi bring is a eye candy
Hennessey straight, we nuh buy Brandy
Lay pon di beach, tan line sandy
When mi land inna yaad
Every bloodclaat ting mad
Bless up di yutes and mi dawgs
Free up Kartel, World Boss
Mi done off di stage in di venue
Run it up at the Holt Renfrew
Bless up di dawgs we a send through
Jerk inna OVO menu

[Bridge]
Easy, we a fuck nuff gyal easy
Buss two shot fi di DJ
When dem hear dis dem a replay, replay
Easy, dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Cyah move wicked inna my face, my face
Easy, we a fuck nuff gyal easy
Buss two shot fi di DJ
When dem hear dis dem a replay, replay
Easy, dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Cyah move wicked inna my face, my face

Chris Brown – Like This Lyrics

October 21, 2018 Azlyrics

[Verse: 1]
Only one conversation
Getting you to my place, yeah
We can have a situation
All you gotta do is say yeah
But do you really wanna stop now
You already let me see
What it could be
And right now I don’t want you to go without me

[Chorus]
It seems like every time
I tried to get through to you
Try to slip my way, baby
In my mind we get this right, eh
You decide to stay
Wasn’t suppose to end like this
We should keep dancing
I don’t want to go home like this
Baby give me this one last wish
Can you move your hips like this
Do a little twist
Turn that thing around then dip
And then we in a zone like this
Keep it going like this, yeah

[Verse: 2]
Look at us on the floor now
I’m digging everything I like your smile
Only wanna stay a little while
But you ain’t gotta go, no
DJ playing my song now
It’s my turn to feel you out
Cause baby you know that
All I wanna do is just stay with you, baby

[Chorus]
It seems like every time
I tried to get through to you
Try to slip my way, baby
In my mind we get this right, eh
You decide to stay, oh ho
Wasn’t suppose to end like this
We should keep dancing
I don’t wanna go home like this
Baby give me this one last wish
Can you move your hips like this
Do a little twist
Turn that thing around then dip
And when we in a zone like this
Keep going like this, yeah

[Bridge]
Something about the way I get a rise when you next to me
I don’t wanna be apart, yeah yeah
Damn I’m loving this spotlight
You turning me on, on, on, oh, yeah

[Chorus]
It wasn’t suppose end like this
We should keep dancing
I don’t wanna go home like this
Baby give me this one last wish
Can you move your hips like this
Do a little twist
Turn that thing around then dip
And when we in a zone like this
Keep going like this, yeah

Christina Aguilera – Dirrty (Tracey Young Radio)

September 2, 2018 Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
(Uh, let me loose)
Oooh, I’m overdue
Give me some room, comin’ through
Paid my dues, I’m in the mood
Me and my girls come to shake the room
DJ spinnin’, show your hands
Let’s get dirrty, that’s my jam
I need that, uh to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
It’s explosive, speakers are thumpin’
Still jumpin’, six in the mornin’
Table dancin’, glasses are crashin’
No question, time for some action
Temperature’s up ’bout to erupt
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

[Hook]
Gonna get rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancin’, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Verse 2]
Ah, heat is up
Ladies, fellas drop your cups
Bodies packed, front to back
Move your ass; I like that
Tight hip huggers (low for sure)
Shake a little somethin’ (on the floor)
I need that (uh) to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
Let’s get open, cause a commotion
Still goin’, eight in the mornin’
There’s no stoppin’, we keep it poppin’
Hard rockin’, everyone’s talkin’
Give all you got (give it to me), just hit the spot
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

[Hook]
Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Bridge]
Here it comes, it’s the one you been waitin’ on
Get up, get it rough, yup, that’s what’s up
Givin’ just what you love to the maximum
Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)
What to do when the music starts to drop
That’s when we take it to the parking lot
And I bet you somebody’s gonna call the cops
Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)
Here we go (here we go)
Go, go, go…

[Hook]
Gonna get Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
Rowdy, gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Outro]
DJ spinnin’

Christina Aguilera – Dirrty (Tracey Young Mix) Lyrics

September 2, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Show your hands, show your hands…

[Verse 1]
Oooh, I’m overdue
Give me some room, comin’ through
Paid my dues, I’m in the mood
Me and my girls come to shake the room
DJ spinnin’, show your hands
Let’s get dirrty, that’s my jam
I need that, uh to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
It’s explosive, speakers are thumpin’
Still jumpin’, six in the mornin’
Table dancin’, glasses are crashin’
No question, time for some action
Temperature’s up ’bout to erupt
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

Tee Grizzley – No Rap Cap Lyrics

August 29, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: Tee Grizzly]
If there ain’t no bag involved, If there ain’t no bag involved
PnB to the D, Grizzly gang, ride with us
DJ on the beat with some bangers!

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzly]
I’m not gon’ talk to you for long if there ain’t no bag involved
I don’t indulge with the [?], go get the man in charge
You don’t want this Glock to line you up, it’ll push you back too far
My shooter’s Queen Latifah, they’ll set it of(brrrrrahh)
Hundred point and my car is large, we so ahead of y’all(can’t touch)
We got more bread than y’all(broke bitch)
Your bitch, we share her dawg(ho bitch)
These bitches scared of y’all(they scared of you niggas man)
They know you gon’ tell it all(gospel ass niggas shut the f**k up)
No cap(No cap), No rap(no rap)
I can stand on a bentley(stand on a skrrt)
I own dat(I own dat)
You f**kin’ with snitches(f**kin’ with rats)
Cold rats(cold rats)
Y’all niggas want smoke(nigga want smoke)
Blow dat(blow dat)

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
I ain’t takin’ no pictures, free Kodak(free dat nigga)
Ridin’ ’round wit a stick(brrr)
You know dat(you know dat shit)
Nigga got my name in his mouth(huh), you toe tag(brrr)
F**k around might run in you house, where your ho at?
I was just eatin’ them noodles, now I’m eatin’ that caviar
Ridin’ ’round in the fastest cars, Instagram hoes, I smash ’em all
These niggas broke, we laugh at y’all(haha)
Now you havin’ no cash at all(broke)
Niggas just be actin’ hard, I’mma wind up smackin’ y’all(bitch)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Which one of your niggas hoes(your niggas hoes)
I’mma go at(I’mma go at), ha your mans got dropped
Where his hoe ass?(yeah)
Right f**k these niggas, they ain’t get no pass
And f**k these bitches, they broke ass
You can’t make it out Detroit ‘less you play basketball
If the ops listenin’ just know we keepin’ tabs on y’all, huh
We call y’all black ice ’cause we always slidin’ on y’all
Nigga this chop run outta bullets, I’mma put the .45 on y’all

[Verse 4: PnB Rock]
You must wanna die, f**kin’ with me and my gang
Niggas gon’ slide if you’re missin’ my name(gang)
Don’t come outside(come outside), ‘less you want feel that flame
Lil’ nigga better stay in your lane ‘fore [?] get changed
Won’t make it out Philly unless you a rapper dawg, unless you a trapper dawg, still might leave in a casket dawg
And that’s the saddest part
Niggas ridin’ ’round with dracos, [?]in’ from the ops and the [?]
I can’t even trust my main ho, damn

[Outro: Tee Grizzley & PnB Rock]
You can’t make it out Detroit ‘less you play basketball
If thee ops listenin’ just know we keepin’ tabs on y’all, huh
Won’t make it out Philly unless you a rapper dawg, unless you a trapper dawg, still might leave in a casket dawg
And that’s the saddest part

Nicki Minaj – Sorry lyrics

August 13, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Hey baby
Even though you break my heart
I still love you

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby, can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo
That bitch is always flippin’
You niggas never listen
We make a perfect team
Balling Jordan and Scottie Pippen
But I’ma let you dip in
That wax sauce drippin’
Said that when you with a boss bitch, now you can tell the difference
You be like jungle digger
I don’t want another nigga
I wanna make you ’bout a legend, but I make you bigger
Tinkerbell, Peter Pan
No bitches badder than me when I pull up
Got ’em screaming like a temper tan
Ayo, DJ, drop the beat
My gun didn’t fall but I drop the heat
I love how we kept it on the low, mad discreet (I’m in a rush)
Pass me the keys to my jeep (truck)
I hit ’em with it, I’mma kill ’em with that wine wine
Ain’t losin’ watches, but with me, he always find time
We keep it classy when we eatin’ it’s that fine dine
But between love and hate, baby, it’s a fine line

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

[Verse 2: Nas]
A mack
I used to mack with the MAC on me
Project parties, lights off, mad horny
Dutty wine and feel the gun I’m hidin’
She still grindin’ on me, smilin’ at me
I’m like “Hi, I’m Nasty”
God bless ya, met ya
Thought you were sexy as ever
Flexing with your ex, I couldn’t disrespect ya
Later on, I undress ya, couldn’t wait to sex ya
Made a nigga wait so long, but it was special
Light travel faster than sound
Lightning strike one second every point two miles
So when you first saw me emerge from a weed cloud
Electricity touch your soul, that’s how I get down
Gangsta love
Completing each other
Touching tongues so close, we could breathe for each other
Untouchable boy with the illustrious girl
But maybe being together’s too much for the world, sorry

Destiny’s Child – Bootylicious (Love: Destiny Version) Lyrics

August 9, 2018 Azlyrics

Kelly, can you handle this?
Michelle, can you handle this?
Beyonce, can you handle this?
I don’t think they can handle this

Love he
Love she
Love harmony
Love destiny

Woo
Better move, cause we’ve arrived
Lookin’ sexy, lookin’ fly
Baddest chick, chick inside
DJ, jam tonight
Spotted me, a tender thang
There you are, come on baby
Don’t you wanna dance with me?
Can you handle, handle me?

You gotta do much better
If you’re gonna dance with me tonight
You gotta work your jelly
If you’re gonna dance with me tonight
Read my lips carefully, if you like what you see
Move, groove, prove you can hang with me
By the looks I got you shook up and scared of me
Buckle your seat belt, it’s time for takeoff

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Woo
I’m about to break you off
H-town goin’ hard, read my hips
Slap my thighs, swing my hair
Squint my eyes
Lookin’ hot, smellin’ good
Groovin’ like I’m from the hood
Over my shoulder I blow you a kiss
Can you handle, handle this?

Move your body up and down
Make your booty touch the ground
I can’t help but wonder why
My vibe’s too vibealacious for you babe

I shake my jelly at every chance
When I whip with my hips you slip into a trance
I’m hoping you can handle all this jelly that I have
Now let’s cut a rug while we scat some jazz, yeah

Pa pa de do da-de
Pa pa de do da-de do
Pa de-de oh
Pa de-de oh
Pow pow pow pow

Baby can you handle this?
Baby can you handle this?
Baby can you handle this?
I don’t think you can handle this

Love destiny

Pitbull – Roof On Fire Lyrics

August 2, 2018 Azlyrics

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Verse 1]
Independent like a motherfucker [?]
Build another twenty schools
Let’s show em how we ball
I ride for my city, I ride for my dawgs
Hit the mayor at the show
New Year’s Eve, boy it’s on
Man it’s on in the [?]
Mr. 3-0-5, Mr. Took over the world
Mr. Stay-on-fire, Mr. Fuckboy-Free
Mr. Fuckboy-Please
Mr. Got-the-whole-game-on-its-knees
Let’s ride

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Verse 2]
Baby I got A-D-D, a delicious dick
And I’m ready to act a fool in this bitch
This chico stay slick, this chico stay lit
Imma change my name to Mr. Stay-rich
Been getting loose, been getting paid
3-0-5 representer, been repping Dade
I’m a chico in the game that spit that flame
That spit that fire, now let’s get off the chain
Let’s ride

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Bridge]
Go DJ, Go DJ, the DJ’s on fire
No pare, sigue, sigue
Go DJ, Go DJ, the DJ’s on fire
No pare, sigue, sigue

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Outro]
Burn motherfucker, Burn!

Yellow Claw – To The Max lyrics

June 6, 2018 Azlyrics

(feat. MC Kekel, Lil Debbie, Bok Nero, MC Gustta)

[Verse 1: Bok Nero]
Yellow Claw just hit my line
So let’s get this fucking money
When I start, keep it coming
I like hundreds, I like twenties
Got a bitch that look like Charlie
And her pussy taste like honey
I lay pipe just like a plumber
She can feel it in her tummy
Like my women, like my cars
Auto foreign, auto foreign
She ain’t flex to do it all
Guess she boring, guess she boring
That say Polo on my boxers
That’s Ralph Lauren, that’s Ralph Lauren
Hit it then that paper chasing
Where you going? Yeah, I’m going, waah
Everything I ever do, know I do it to the max
I don’t tell no lie to you
It’s the truth, it’s a fact
All I know is hustle hard
Make a friend, bring it back
You know all my money dirty
All I know is trap-trap-trap

[Chorus: Lil Debbie]
All about that boom-boom-boom
Don’t exhaust go vroom (vroom)
All about that ching-ching-ching
Make the rest go bling (bling)
All about that bam-bam-bam
Pouring gas in my blunt (blunt)
All about that green-green-green
Bitch, I flex so mean

[Verse 2: Lil Debbie]
Yellow Claw just hit my blunt
They know all my shit is fire
If you need it, what you want?
Got that flame I’m the supplier
If your goal is getting higher
I’m that bitch, just hit my line
Cashed a hundred grand in debts
No time to pay these hoes no mind
Swear to God, Debbie doing just fine
A lot of new money from my hands these days
Silly bitch never getting a dime
‘Cause I’ll be out of reach off of land these days
But my grind don’t lag from the jetlag
And the ink ain’t dried on my passport
Put it on for the town, you can bet that
Got the city on my back like a Jansport
Everything I ever do, just know I do it to the max
Like to double up my sex, if I go in and take ’em back
And I know to turn it out, I’m talking everywhere I’m at
Bitch, I made it out the hood and we ain’t going back to that

[Verse 3: MC Gustta]
Vai, gostosa, vai, danada
Mexe a bunda, mexe a raba
Mostra toda a sua pegada
Vai, não para, não para
Tá terrível, tá treinada
Na minha cama tu é braba
Eu na pose de quebrada
Ela joga na cara, vai
Movimento gostoso, ela quica pro pai
Senta que senta gostoso demais
Ela mostra pras mina como é que se faz
Vai, vai, vai, vai
Ela sabe que os cara não captam a dor
Ela quer se envolver com nós na vida boa
Se quer se envolver tem que se doar toda
Essa bunda que mexe, essa nave que voa

[Verse 4: MC Kekel]
Porque hoje deixa ela chegar
Que ela quer dançar, quer se acabar
Admiro ela rebolando
Ela tá dançando, todo mundo quer olhar
Mas que popozão, desce até o chão
Eu hoje mirei na morena
Ela gosta desse negão
Eu bem sei que ela quer dançar
Que ela quer beber, vai se acabar
Tô pedindo pra esse DJ soltar o som pra rebolar
Deixa ela dançar
She knows I’m in love to no one
I love your bumbum

Skiddalz – Good Time lyrics

June 6, 2018 Azlyrics

(We’ll have a good, We’ll have a good, good time)
The sun just dropped, the bottles all popped
We did the molly wop, the party don’t stop
The models came out, the fellas swagged out
We did another round, and then I passed out
All we wanna have is a good time
We’ll have a good, good time

Any time is a good time
Do it now it’s due time
Grab a friend get loose now
Party like it’s a luau
A good time, let’s have it
I’m tired of doin’ it average
I wanna chill with Jay-Z in Dallas
I’ll convince the Carter like Mavericks
Bottoms up, fill my cup, DJ turn the volume up
We don’t even need the club
All we need is all of us
And the homies – they all wanna follow us
So I put them all up in my tour bus
We can find the time, anytime, for a great time
If they wanna hate then they ain’t getting play time
Can’t get to me then we can do face time
In the day time, please just name the place and time

We ’bout to blast off
Three, two, one, shake that ass off
Get it now it’s a dance off
Slo Down, boy take that mask off
Who wants to see me fly like a rocket?
Over my mom’s 3 car garages
Yeah i’m crazy baby, like i’m Swayze
Maybe if you paid me I’d be in office
Me for President, smokin’ with residents
Callin’ it medicine, livin’ like Jefferson
Everybody swimming in a pool full of liquor
Got my game face on lookin’ like a winner
Models everywhere, in the Lou we call ’em strippers
Countin’ figures while i’m hangin’ on the big dipper
Molly woppin’ got me feelin kinda sicker
But if i pass out, i’ll dream bigger

And then I passed out (I passed out, passed out)
All we wanna have is a good time

The sun just dropped, the bottles all popped
We did the molly wop, the party don’t stop
The models came out, the fellas swagged out
We did another round, and then I passed out
All we wanna have is a good time
We’ll have a good, good time

Josh Gracin – Me A Girl And A Radio lyrics

June 5, 2018 Azlyrics

[Verse]
Sky full of stars, gas in the car
Sun shining in the shot gun seat
Me and the FM, she’s got us dialed in
Pacific city I was 17,
With the top down, turn it on, turn it up, hey,
Little summer night symphany
When the DJ lit up the air waves
We were dancing baby 1 2 3

[Chorus]
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
But me, a girl and a radio
No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
Me, a girl and a radio
Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
But me, a girl and a radio

[Verse]
Well I got one life, and it feels right
With you standin’ next to me
And all we’ve been through, it’s always been you
Aus2 E
Thick and thin since 17
With the top down, turn it on, turn it up, hey
Little summer night symphany
And when the DJ lit up the airwaves,
We were dancing baby 1 2 3

[Bridge]
A boy don’t need more than this
Than a sing a long song and an all night kiss
A boy don’t need more than this
Than a sing a long song and an all night kiss

Azealia Banks – Playhouse lyrics

May 25, 2018 Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
Come into my playhouse
I’ve a lot to show ya boy, you know I would love
Love if you would stay around
So much because you are a phenomenon
Every town’s my favorite, town
When you’re in touch, oh boy I feel so at home
Every time we play house
I fall more in love with ya, cause you are the one!
You don’t have to take me out
I’m comfortable enough on my sofa
When I fix your plate I’ll put some vegetables and love – nah nah nah!
Every time you lay me down
I’m sexual, I’m good to ya boy ya know
Every time we play house
Boy I love to love ya

[Refrain]
Prayed to God for love and art and pain to draw from
Maybe you’re the work of art I’m praying for?

[Hook 1]
I want you to come into my house
Undress when you come into my house
The best sex- baby, tongue and poom poom bounce!
Ya never had a love like you do now
Now what’s next? Maybe bubbles, loofah, the towel
Bonita apple butter- smooth butter brown
I’m laying naked if ya wanted, to take it down
I want you to come into me now

[Verse 2]
When the rizzap begin
We jazz and bend
You got the ends ?
Just clap ya hands and move ya feet
When I snizzatch ya man
C-cash him in, p-pawn ya jawn, just don’t be, don’t be mad at me
I’m a rrrrippat-p-pat, an acrobat! Get back get back, a-rrrrat-t-tat-t-tat-t-tee
Come and sit back relax, sit back and breathe
With me between the sheets and blast the reef
When ya win some, spend some, get her DONE
I’m the lucky lady in the glitter, pumps
Might just let ya take her out to dinner, once
Fucker how ya figure cause I’m finna front
When I J-J-J-Jiggy Jamboree, in this here dancerie…. Make some room…..

[Verse 3]
When my DJ plays house
It goes on and on and on and on and on
Every time we play house
I fall more in love with ya cause you are the one
Come into my playhouse
I’ve a lot to show ya boy cause I would love
Love if you would stay around
So much because you are a phenomenon
Come into my playhouse
I’ve a lot to show ya boy cause I would love
Love if you would stay around
So much because you are a phenomenon
When my DJ plays house
It goes on and on and on and on and on
Every time we play house
Boy I love to love ya

[Refrain]
Prayed to God for love and art and pain to draw from
Maybe you’re the work of art I’m praying for?

[Hook 1 / Outro]
I want you to come into my house
Undress when you
Come into my house
The best sex- baby, tongue and poom poom – bounce!
Ya never had a love like you do now
Now what’s next? Maybe bubbles, loofah, the towel
Bonita apple butter- smooth butter brown
I’m laying naked if ya wanted, to take it down
I want you to come into me now

Tyler, The Creator – Glitter lyrics

May 22, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Da na na na na, da na na na na
Da na na na na, my baby
You’ve been on my mind (How ya feel?)
I’m losing my mind because
I hope that we can be more than just friends

[Chorus]
Firework, I feel like glitter
And every time you come around, I feel like glitter (How ya feel?)
You’re the one that I needed in my life (How ya feel?)
You’re the one that I needed in my life

[Verse 1]
Ayo, mirror mirror on the wall, who the brightest of them all?
I never been the darkest one ’cause my self esteem is tall
So I never seen eye-to-eye with y’all niggas, ayo
Uno peso, never paid attention to what niggas gotta say-o
So I keep that buck, I ain’t give no fuck
They ain’t build me up so I block ’em like Lego
Feelin’ glitter, feelin’ good and great
Got the burner, got the heat, like wait
Got the shit, it’s all up on that hip
I’ll use it on myself on the day you dip
Got that 4, 5, 7, track 8 for me
Baby doll, I hope you agree
Because you light my

[Chorus]
Firework, I feel like glitter
And every time you come around, I feel like glitter
(How you feel?) You’re the one that I needed in my life
(How you feel?) You’re the one that I needed in my life
‘Cause I love having you around (I love)
‘Cause I love having you around

[Verse 2]
Yeah, look at my face, look at that joy
This is one sided, yeah, I can’t lie
We ain’t gon’ work out, we a fat boy
Yeah, sumo, got it, memo
Your pale skin see-through, must be a window
‘Cause you ain’t an L, could be a DJ
‘Cause when I see you my heart beat changes tempo
Yeah, simple, that’s what I want but I can’t
That’s who you are but I ain’t (how ya feel?)
We can track 10 skiptrace, I’m caught in your quicksand, wait
Please don’t save me

[Bridge]
Ooooh
(Please don’t save me, yeah)
How ya feel?
(Rose tinted cheeks)
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel?
(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel?
(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel?
How ya feel?

[Outro]
We didn’t get your message, either because you were not speaking or because of a bad connection
Fuck

Swoosh – Swoosh Me Up lyrics

May 17, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: Swoosh]
Uh, 516 on my neck now
Groupie hoes don’t know how to act now
I don’t really talk, I just back out
Cardo got wings
Give me head, but her brains like plaque out
Turn around, bend her over, blow her back out
When I’m done, I don’t care what she chat ’bout
‘Cause you know most the time I be

[Hook: Lord Infamous + Swoosh]
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out
Swoosh me up baby
Loced out, loc, loc
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out
Wooh
Loced out, loc, loc
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out

[Verse 1: Swoosh]
Now this that big pimpin’
Dick so big, got me limpin’
Backwood rolled and my Hennesy sippin’
Can’t see my eyes, probably shades too tinted
Too hard to choose, got to keep a few with me
Ridin’ down the highway, it send me to hell
Who really my friend, I never can tell
Shit start nice, but it never end well
Please, save it for later
If the topic is not paper
Grinded real hard for my rep like a skater
Didn’t I tell you your boyfriend a hater
Won’t you come hang with a player
Girl, one thing for sure and for certain
None of these bitches are worth it
Baby, I’m awesome, I’m perfect
Be careful who you telling your secrets
Never know who you can beef with
Same one you callin’ your bro
Be the same one leaking all your different secrets
Never catch feelings, just peep shit
Don’t talk about it, just be it
Comin’ straight from the [?] shit
She got a man, but I’m the one she wanna be with
Why?
‘Cause they love my new song, it’s on replay
You wanna come hang by the DJ
We run through the bands like a relay
I ain’t got no sleep in like 3 days
But I been smokin’ and drinkin’
Don’t know what the fuck I been thinkin’
Tryna capture the moment, I’m not blinkin’

[Hook: Lord Infamous + Swoosh]
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Swoosh me up baby
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc

[Verse 2: Swoosh]
Uh, I gave you the route, call me navigation
Put the glove on my dick like I’m Gary Payton
If they sleepin’ on me, they will be soon awakened
Always showin’ love, never catch me hatin’
This ain’t no cold competition
I really be rappin’, you should know the difference
All of my garments are tailored
I chuck you the swagger, but you still do not fit in
They all up in business
Dyin’ to know how a young nigga livin’
Tell ’em I’m good, I’m good
And I don’t gotta explain what’s understood
You zero, you can’t be a hero
And your bitch go wherever that we go
And I [?] like CeeLo
And I’m knockin’ her down like free throws
Swish, bottom of the net, it’s easy

[Hook: Lord Infamous + Swoosh]
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out
Swoosh me up baby
Loced out, loc, loc
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out
Swoosh me up baby
Loced out, loc, loc
Bounce

[Outro: Lord Infamous]
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out

Lil Pump – Youngest Flexer lyrics

May 16, 2018 Azlyrics

(feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump
Yeah, yeah, brr, yuh, yuh
Know we smoke a lot of gas on this side
Ooh, Big Head on the beat
(Hah)

[Hook: Lil Pump]
I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants)
I just left the trap, and I’m off the Xans (and I’m off the Xans)
Bitch, I’m high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?)
I’m the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m the youngest flexer (what), I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (yeah), I’m the youngest flexer
I’m the youngest flexer, I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (ooh), I’m the youngest flexer

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
I’m the youngest flexer, Louis on my dresser
Put her on a stretcher, all these bitches acting extra (extra)
I just bought a Uzi (Uzi), my bitch dress in Gucci (brr)
Put a Xan in smoothie, I don’t watch no movies (I don’t)
I go to the bank, take out thirty thangs (brr)
Forty diamond chains, sixty bricks, I make it rain (huh)
And I’m eating Wingstop, posted in the trap (in the trap, what?)
Lil Pump, don’t know how to act (damn)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Somebody please tell me where my money machine at
My money dirty, I’m tryna think of ways I can clean that
I spent at least 3 million dollars just on the pieces
These haters think they can keep up, man, they can’t believe it
Gucci got a six-pack, they can’t believe it
But hey, lil bitch, here’s three stacks, let’s have a threesome
I wanna own it outright, don’t wanna lease it
He wanna be Guwop so bad that he talkin’ greasy
She wanna be with Wop so bad that she fuck the DJ
That bitch should prolly’ ride a bicycle on the freeway
Three years ago, I stacked my paper the long way
Now I’m stacking million dollar checks up the grown way

JUNGLEPUSSY – Get Down (feat. Rico Love) lyrics

May 14, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: Rico Love]
Yeah
Everybody get down
Shy
Turn the lights on

[Verse 1: Junglepussy]
Rollin’ with the punch
Thighs thick as [?]
Pussy never fuckin’ like a song
If your blunts be fuckin’ light ’em up
It’s goin’ on about a couple months
You know that I need it more than once
But I will repeat it more than once
Gotta beat it up until I hush
Gotta hear me out, my needs and wants
You can fill it out, my weave, my bundles
Pack me for your lunch then eat it up
You know that I keep it heated up
Fantasies are great if they tropical
Frontin’ on me is what you not gon’ do
Bitches on my body, so optical
I go with your love if it is logical (so crazy!)

[Chorus: Rico Love]
You about to make me tear this club up
Somebody tell the DJ that I love her
(Come let that nigga know that I’m)
And I’m willin’ to die ’bout this pussy, man
‘Bout to change my life up like I’m Gucci Mane
Everybody get down
You about to make me tear this club up
You about to make me tear this club up
Everybody get down
You about to make me tear this club up
You about to make me tear this club up

[Verse 2: Junglepussy]
Back up, back up, back up
Let me see it, let me breathe
Burnin’ trees, baby, feel the breeze
Don’t talk to me unless you talkin’ cheese (checks, accounts)
Overseas wanna see JP, gotta pay the fee
Call me if you horny, it’s alright (right, right, right)
You need me and I’m on the next flight (flight, flight, flight)
All of this for you, I keep it tight (tight, tight)
Diggin’ in my mind, what you gon’ find
I’m the kinda chick you see in your dreams
I’m the kinda chick to keep the grass green
This is type of night that [?]
This shit look like it could be real thing
The type of feelings make a nigga wanna sing (oh, baby!)
They probably [?]

Vona B. – Touch lyrics

May 4, 2018 Azlyrics

Ooooooooo…..Let Me Talk To Ya!

Chorus/Hook
It’s Ok To Look, Look, Look
But Ya Can’t Touch, Touch, Touch
It’s Ok To Look, Look, Look
But Ya Can’t Touch, Touch, Touch  
I am not that type of Girl
I don’t know what you used to
Try’na press your issue
I am not that type of Girl
I’m sure that if you dipped out
Nobody would miss you

Verse 1
50’leven Girls In here
You know that I’m the one
‘Finna turn it up tonight
I’m try’na have some fun

Scrreeee!!!
Hol’ Up!!!
You need to pump them brakes
My name is not Rihanna
But you want my Birthday Cake
I’m……

Bridge
Roped Off Right In VIP
Sorry But You Can’t Sit With Me
You Need To Call The Barten-dddeeeerrr
‘Cause You Look A Little Thirsty
Hol’ Up

I know you think you a playa
(Think you a playa)
But if you Touch me, Im’ma Taze Ya
(Then Im’ma Taze Ya)

I know you think you a playa
But if you Touch me, Im’ma Taze Ya
Hol’ Up
 
Chorus/Hook
It’s Ok To Look, Look, Look
But Ya Can’t Touch, Touch, Touch
It’s Ok To Look, Look, Look
But Ya Can’t Touch, Touch, Touch  
I am not that type of Girl
I don’t know what you used to
Try’na press your issue
I am not that type of Girl
I’m sure that if you dipped out
Nobody would miss you

Verse 2
Don’t be a Bug-A-Boo
I’m not playin’ hard to get
Tell the DJ turn it up
I’m try’na keep this party lit

Wait!!!
Hol Up!!!
You called me out my name?
You rolled up on me
Askin’ Baby can I get your name

Bridge
Roped Off Right In VIP
Sorry But You Can’t Sit With Me
You Need To Call The Barten-dddeeeerrr
‘Cause You Look A Little Thirsty
Hol’ Up

I know you think you a playa
(Think you a playa)
But if you Touch me, Im’ma Taze Ya
(Then Im’ma Taze Ya)

I am not that type of Girl
I don’t know what you used to
Try’na press your issue
I am not that type of Girl
I’m sure that if you dipped out
Nobody would miss you

But Ya, But Ya Can’t Touch
Cake, Cake, Cake, Cake
But Ya, But Ya Can’t Touch
Cake, Cake, Cake, Cake

‘Finna turn it up tonight
I’m try’na have some fun
Cake, Cake, Cake, Cake

I know you think you a playa
(Think you a playa)
But if you Touch me, Im’ma Taze Ya
(Then Im’ma Taze Ya)

I know you think you a playa
But if you Touch me, Im’ma Taze Ya
Ooooooooo…..Let Me Talk To Ya!

Chorus/Hook
It’s Ok To Look, Look, Look
But Ya Can’t Touch, Touch, Touch
It’s Ok To Look, Look, Look
But Ya Can’t Touch, Touch, Touch  

I am not that type of Girl
I don’t know what you used to
Try’na press your issue
I am not that type of Girl
I’m sure that if you dipped out
Nobody would miss you

XXXTENTACION – I Don’t Even Speak Spanish Lol (feat. Rio Santana, Judah & Carlos Andrez) lyrics

May 3, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: Carlos Andrez]
Mamita vente (mamita vente, mamita vente)
Ma-mi-ta (ma-mi-ta)

[Verse 1: Carlos Andrez]
Mamita vente, olvida la gente
Sé que tu cuerpo me pide calor
Y sé lo que siente’, la noche te prende
No te preocupes, me gustan mayor
Girl, you know you got me feeling you the way you move
Baby, bring you closer and let me show you what to do
Move it side to side, I know you want a drink or two
Let me have your body, let me show what I can do
Mami, eres tú quien me provoca
Cuando chupa ella sí se pone loca
Hazlo lento pero quítate la ropa
Enséñame rodillas y abre boca
Ah

[Pre-Chorus: Judah]
Mami, what you doing all alone in the club?
Baby, get your vibe up, pour up another cup
Girl, I wanna get you all alone out the club
Get up in my ride, I wanna show you love

[Chorus: Judah]
Sway you like a lullaby-y-y-y-y
Dance with me through the ni-i-i-i-ight
Back to mi casa, baby, sli-i-i-i-ide
Let me make you feel alri-i-i-i-ight
Sway you like a lullaby-y-y-y-y
Dance with me through the ni-i-i-i-ight
Back to mi casa, baby, sli-i-i-i-ide
Let me make you feel alri-i-i-i-ight

[Verse 2: Rio Santana]
Got me caught up in the vibe, now mama let’s go
I’ma make you shine in the night time (baby)
Rolling with a star, you could be my angel
Just back that booty up at the right time
I can feel you when you dance, you grabbing all on my pants
I’m kissing you in advance, baby, live it up
She putting me in a trance, I’m throwing out all my bands
She yelling out that this is a jam, DJ, turn it up

[Bridge: Rio Santana]
She want it, she want it
We going hard ’til 6 in the morning
She need it, she need it
I bet the neighbors know my name when she moan it

[Pre-Chorus: Judah]
Mami, what you doing all alone in the club?
Baby, get your vibe up, pour up another cup
Girl, I wanna get you all alone out the club
Get up in my ride, I wanna show you love

[Chorus: Judah]
Sway you like a lullaby-y-y-y-y
Dance with me through the ni-i-i-i-ight
Back to mi casa, baby, sli-i-i-i-ide
Let me make you feel alri-i-i-i-ight

[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
Girl I’ll have you feeling ri-i-i-i-ight
Maybe only for a ni-i-i-i-ight
Come with me and feel the vi-i-i-i-ibe
Know I wanna get insi-i-i-i-ide
Hold it now, the way you spin around
Got me so aroused, I can’t keep it down
Hold it now, the way you spin around
Got me so aroused, I can’t keep it down

[Outro: Judah]
By-y-y-y-y
Dance with me through the ni-i-i-i-ight
Back to mi casa, baby, sli-i-i-i-ide
Let me make you feel alri-i-i-i-ight

Famous Dex – THEM DAYS Lyrics

April 6, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Dexter (light it up with my bros)
Y’know, DJ roll up some more Woods, bro (light it up with my bros)
Smokin’
Light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
‘Member them days I was broke (I was broke)
Pour a four, now I’m gold (now I’m gold)
Dexter (Dexter, yeah)

[Chorus]
Ooh, huh, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
Had to pour a four, now I’m gold (now I’m gold)
Yeah, all my feelings go (feelings go)
She wanna fuck me, I send her home (I send her home)
Huh, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
She want some money, had to tell her no (I had to tell her no)
I be sellin’ out the shows (sellin’ out the shows)
‘Member broke, I was wearin’ the same clothes (I was wearin’ the same clothes)

[Verse 1]
Huh, light it up with my team (light it up with my team)
Pop me a bean, now I’m seein’ everything (seein’ everything)
Bitch want a ring and she want everything (but she can’t get a thing)
I’m married to the money, yeah you see this wedding ring (see this wedding ring)
Yeah, got this gold all up on my body (body)
I’m ballin’, it’s my hobby, geekin’ off a molly (geekin’ off a molly)
Run up on me, swear I might catch a body (might catch a body)
Huh, I might catch a body (Dexter)
I’m geekin’ off a molly (yeah)

[Chorus]
Ooh, huh, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
All of my feelings go (all of my feelings go)
Yeah, had to pour me a four (had to pour me a four)
‘Member days I was sleepin’ on the floor (I was sleepin’ on the floor)
Light it up with my bros (with my bros)
Had to pour up me a four (had to pour me a four, yeah)
Now I’m sellin’ out the shows (sellin’ out the shows)
I remember broke, wearin’ the same clothes (same clothes)

[Verse 2]
Wait, took your bitch on a date (bitch on a date)
Now she wanna skate, I might bust in her face (I bust in her face)
She doin’ coke, man she take the shits to the face (she what?)
Sippin’ on my lean, take the shit to the face (oh, I needa take a break, yeah)
Wait, take a break (take a break)
Need to take a break (take a break)
Heart race (heart race), feel my heart race, yeah
Who that’s callin’ me? (Who that’s callin’?)
Fuck a bad bitch, yeah she keep stalkin’ me (Dexter)

[Chorus]
Yeah, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
Huh, pour a four (pour a four, yeah)
Huh, now all my feelings go (now all my feelings go)
I remember days sleepin’ on the floor (I remember days broke)
Huh, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
Pour a four, all my feelings go (pour, all go)
Now I’m sellin’ out the shows (sellin’ out the shows)
I remember broke, wearin’ the same clothes (same clothes)
Light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
Pour a four, all my feelings go (pour, feelings go)

[Verse 3]
I can’t trust all these hoes (trust all these hoes)
She want some money, tell that bitch “hell no” (had to tell her no)
Light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
‘Member days sleepin’ on the floor (‘member days I was broke)
Bad bitch, she’s doin’ the coke (doin’ the coke)
And she shove the shit all up on her nose (she shove it up her nose)
Huh

[Outro]
And you know how that go (how that go)
With my bros (with my bros)
Had to light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)

Arctic Monkeys – I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor (Video Version)

March 26, 2018 Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
Stop making the eyes at me, I’ll stop making my eyes at you
What it is that surprises me is that I don’t really want you to

[Pre-Chorus]
And your shoulders are frozen (As cold as the night)
Oh, but you’re an explosion (You’re dynamite)
Your name isn’t Rio, but I don’t care for sand
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang-go

[Chorus]
I bet that you look good on the dance floor
I don’t know if you’re looking for romance or
I don’t know what you’re looking for
I said, I bet that you look good on the dance floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
Well, from 1984

[Verse 2]
I wish you’d stop ignoring me because it’s sending me to despair
Without a sound, yeah, you’re calling me and I don’t think it’s very fair

[Pre-Chorus]
That your shoulders are frozen (Cold as the night)
Oh, but you’re an explosion (You’re dynamite)
Your name isn’t Rio, but I don’t care for sand
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang-go

[Bridge]
Oh, there ain’t no love, no Montagues or Capulets
Just banging tunes and DJ sets and
Dirty dance floors and dreams of naughtiness

E-40 – Let Me See You Twerk Lyrics

March 22, 2018 Azlyrics

He’s been hot for decades

[Hook: DecadeZ]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk

[Verse 1: E-40]
Uhh, you make a player want to hit (want to hit)
Jiggle what your mama blessed you with (blessed you with)
Stacked, Pringles potato chips (potato chips)
Come and lap dance on my magic stick (on my magic stick)
Uhh, it’s hot in here (hot in here)
You know how to make a pole disappear
Georgia peach booty, body (body)
Her ass is an instrument to molly (to molly)
She the bestest (the bestest)
I bet she got some bomb ass crevice (crevice)
Mm, all eyes on her (on her)
All the ballers want to dive in her (in her)
Hella thick (hella thick)
I love it when she jump in the air and do the splits (and do the splits)
I wonder if she takin’ gymnastics (gymnastics)
Acrobatics, baby got baggage (biatch)

[Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
You lookin’ ready girl, here we go
You on the dance floor lookin’ like a video
It feels good to be dancin’ now
You never have fun when your man’s around
You get down, full throttle
Shake it all around girl make your booty wobble
We ain’t goin’ nowhere, we stayin’ ’til the end
Give the DJ some money tell him “Play it again”
It’s your song, ass in the air I see your thong
My dick got hard, you can see it’s long
No we tryin’ to fuck each other
When we leave here let’s be lovers
We on the dance floor doin’ the most
I grabbed her by the waist, then I pulled her close
I put both hands under her skirt
Then I told her “Let me see you twerk”

[Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

[Verse 3: E-40 & Dolla Will]
Uhh, she fresh out the shower, lookin’ good as fuck
Headed to the party ’bout to scoop her home girls up (home girls up)
Felicia and Sabrina, that’s her childhood friends (childhood friends)
But little does she know, they ’bout to fight over a man (fight over a man)
It’s yankin’ in this bitch, they still comin’ in
Line around the corner, whites, blacks, Asians, Mexicans (Mexicans)
The liquor kicked in, got to runnin’ off at the mouth
Got full of that truth serum, that’s how people fall out
Dolla Will man
Nice shape, baby lookin’ like she got it
Wet wet, want to hop in it, drown in it
Size ten, shake it like a tamborine (shake it)
Two-steppin’ off of Cadillac and light green (shake it)
Throw a few ones, pop that pussy for me (pop it)
King of Diamonds, niggas fuckin’ off Gs on her
I’m a victim too, private peep show
If your money right, she a deep throat (deep throat)

[Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk

Kodak Black – Believe This Shit

March 8, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Aye I don’t pour that liquor on the floor, I pour it down the drain
Down the sink for my dawgs who in hell and who in jail to drink
You feel me?
Nah mean, nah sayin’
Nah talm’ ’bout

[Chorus]
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit yea
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit

[Verse 1]
Never thought I could make it out the PJ’s
I was just robbin’ with DJ
Shout out to my niggas who in hell right now
And to my dawgs who ain’t got release days
I was doin’ fraud way in D.C
I was doin’ fraud way in Chesapeake
Ain’t nobody wonder about my CD
I was breakin’ and enterin’ B and E
Mama always see me on TV
Cause I hit the news, I was 15
Now she can see me on VH1
Shit ain’t a game, this shit ain’t fun
To all the kids who look up to me
Shit ain’t a game, this shit ain’t fun
Niggas want beef we serve they lunch
We been on the run like six to eight months

[Verse 2]
Kickin’ in doors, Me, Moopa, and Lil’ Wiz
They just pick my dawg up for attempt
They just pick my dawg up for a murder one
My dawg got killed while I was doin’ a bid
We just talked a day before the shit
And he wanted to talk to me again
And now I never know what he wanted to say to me
If I say my dawg in Heaven that would be make believe
I know my grandma made it in Heaven say her grace for me
Now I’m gettin’ all this cake, I could open a backery