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Despite Everything, 2020 Still Served Some Looks

December 18, 2020 Azlyrics

It was a year that felt like a mixture of RuPaul’s makeup on Project Runway and Meredith Morton spilling the strata in The Family Stone on loop, but 2020 still managed to serve some looks in spite of it all. Red carpets and glamour at general were rare due to global imperilment, and yet style prevailed. As the great Diana Vreeland once said: “You gotta have style. It helps you get down the stairs. It helps you get up in the morning. It’s a way of life. Without it, you’re nobody.”

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Back in March, we explored the arbitrary but important question of whether or not to dress up from home amidst peak uncertainty about what lay ahead. “I love getting dressed and the whole ritual,” Marc Jacobs told me at the time. “I like to take selfies and record and post the looks. I enjoy hearing the feedback. And of course, I’m an attention whore so it all works out for me — and anyone looking at my IG page.” But as the weeks and months carried on, so did some of the usual occasions that demand pomp amidst circumstance. Several award shows including the BET Awards and the Emmys proceeded virtually while others like the VMAs and American Music Awards attempted to proceed with business as usual. And then there were outdoor, socially distant red carpets from festivals and movie premieres like the Venice International Film Festival and Hulu’s Happiest Season.

Let’s look back at some of 2020’s best red carpet, film festival and premiere looks — some of which found their way onto the red carpet, some worn from home, and others shown off on IG as “what could have beens.” In a year we hope to forget, there were a few moments worth pausing on.

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez in LOEWE for Vanity Fair

A power suit, indeed. This look from LOEWE’s Spring Summer 2021 precollection lands exquisitely on Congresswoman AOC, who managed to look both commanding and ultra-refined. It’s an unusual silhouette, and few others could pull it off (I’m looking directly at you Congresswoman-elect Lauren Boebert, who had the audacity to try and come for the fashions in this shoot), but AOC, as is her usual MO, shoots and scores.

Zendaya in Armani Privé at the Emmys

Bringing it to you every ball is the Zendaya staple at this point, so the elegance is far from unexpected. But to pull it off from home — with overhead lighting, no less — that’s something few can pull off with as much zazz as this Emmy Award-winner. Armani Prive, no stranger to Zendaya, is always a safe choice, but this sparkling halter-neck bralette affixed to a full-bodied polka dot skirt deserves its own museum exhibition.

Lady Gaga in Christopher John Rogers at the VMAs

Sumptuous and sublime, of all the great Christopher John Rogers moments of 2020 — and there were many — this one stays top of mind. The color (Baja Blast, as CJR refers to it), the silk taffeta ball skirt and cropped kimono blouse come together to form one of the most eye-pleasing displays. If this is the fashions of Chromatica, Earth is forever doomed.

Jaida Essence Hall in Joshuan Aponte for the “Drag Race” crowning

What is there to even say? She is the galaxy of which I want to spend the rest of my days revolving around, so perfectly straddling that line of campy and couture. On just about anyone besides Ms. Hall, this look would eat them up, but on Jaida, it’s us who are being fed.

Selma Blair in Marc Jacobs at the MTV Movie & TV Awards

It’s the fit for me. A classic look on one of Hollywood’s best and brightest, MJ x SB is a collaboration good for the soul.

Jeremy O. Harris in Thom Browne and Gucci at the Venice Film Festival

The King of Broadway fast becoming the King of Fashion? You love to see it. O. Harris (not O’Harris!) uses every occasion to chew the scenery in the best way possible. A Thom Browne skirt with a dolphin-print blazer and the coveted Gucci Horsebit Orgasmique Leather Tote Bag? Move, I’m salivating.

Emma Corrin in LOEWE on IG

When Corrin’s stylist Harry Lambert decided to do an IG carousel of what would have been Corrin’s The Crown red carpet looks I wept. Wept for what could have been, but mostly wept for the beauty: Nensi Dojaka, 16ARLINGTON, Rejina Pyo, Christopher Kane and this, my favorite, courtesy of LOEWE. A true stunner.

Wendy Williams in Telfar on “The Wendy Williams Show”
Wendy Williams wears Telfar on today’s show. https://t.co/FEvnGSNlRf — MOGUL (@MOGUL)1582598060.0

The designer of the moment with the talk show host that is the moment? This pairing, courtesy fo stylist Willie Sinclair III, understood the assignment.

Angelica Ross in House of CB for Interview

Pamela Anderson in Barb Wire is shaking. Giving Angelica Ross the pop she deserves, this latex bodysuit is both scintillating and pristine. From the hair to the beat to the body language, everything about this shoot deserves to EGOT.

Harry Styles in Harris Reed for Vogue

I know, I know. Harry Styles on a best dressed? Groundbreaking. But this look really is the stand-out look from the much-talked about Vogue shoot. Rather than play up the androgyny he so often gravitates towards, this juxtaposed the masculine and the feminine together as one à la Mark Bryan.

Orlanda Bloom in Adidas, In & Out Burger and Neil Barrett

🍑🥵

Naomi in Valentino Haute Couture for Vogue

Quite literally statuesque, it’s moments like this, so bodied, that I truly am reminded of how much we don’t deserve the greatness that is Naomi Campbell. Everything about this look commands attention. Well, Ms. Campbell, you’ve got it.

Dakota Johnson in Cong Tri for The Jimmy Kimmel Show

What is there to say? Dakota Johnson wore a puffy pink dress in her backyard and hit it behind giant shrubs? Queen-like behavior, that’s the truth.

Precious Lee in Moncler x Richard Quinn for Interview

Oh how she glows! Hard to choose just one look from this editorial, styled by Gabriella Karefa-Johnson, which includes looks from Kelsey Randall, Balenciaga, and fav Simone Rocha. Every shot is perfection; a master class in supermodeling. This is leveling up. *This* is what we came for.

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II in Pyer Moss for GQ Middle East

Sexy man in colorful, well-tailored suit? The alchemy isn’t complex and yet so rarely achieved.

Jane Fonda in Michael Kors and Saint Laurent for Interview

Step on me, Jane Fonda.

Paul Mescal in Adidas and O’Neills on the street
No man has ever done so much for O’Neills in such a short space of time https://t.co/PClnn32u6V — Aifric Ní Chríodáin (@Aifric Ní Chríodáin)1590511862.0

You know that Rihanna song “Hypnotized” where the lyrics go “Something ’bout the way that you workin’ me / Teasin’ me, pleasing me, easily, boy, I’m addicted to you.” Yeah.

Zaya Wade in custom Rich Fresh at the Truth Awards

Elegance personified. At just 13 yars old, Zaya Wade is running circles around peers, shrewdly valuing custom over labels. Making the look a family affair? That’s taste.

Catherine O’Hara in Tom Ford at Tom Ford FW20

How dare she be this funny and talented and stunning? O’Hara really made the red carpet her bitch in closing out her run as Moira Rose on Schitt’s Creek? Now, we just need her in a fashion campaign. Valentino perhaps?

Lil Nas x in Versace at the Grammys

When it’s right, it’s right, and this just felt right. The bubblegum pink was immediately a standout, but the cropped studded jacket over the mesh shirt with a double-collared harness really took this from “werq, bitch” to “gay rights!”

Bad Bunny in nothing for Gabriela Berlingeri, his girlfriend

I mean… look at the material!

Welcome to “Wear Me Out,” a column by pop culture fiend Evan Ross Katz that takes a look at the week in celebrity dressing. From award shows and movie premieres to grocery store runs, he’ll keep you up to date on what your favorite celebs have recently worn to the biggest and most inconsequential events.

Header images via Getty/Instagram

Kulture Has Her Own Instagram Now

September 27, 2020 Azlyrics

When your mother is Cardi B, there’s no doubt that you’re going to be serving the hardest looks as a toddler. So it makes sense that at just two years olds, her daughter, Kulture, has her own Instagram account. And even though it’s only been live for a few days, it seems like the world just can’t get enough of this new platform for the young star.

On Saturday, Cardi shared the news that Kulture would be getting her own social media space to speak to the world. “Follow @Kulturekiari new IG,” she wrote under a post where she showed her daughter holding a Louis Vuitton monogram backpack. “Soo much cool bute baby stuff coming up.”

View this post on Instagram Follow @Kulturekiari new IG…soo much cool bute baby stuff coming up 🎀🌸
A post shared by Cardi B (@iamcardib) on Sep 19, 2020 at 4:22pm PDT

And so, @Kulturekiari was born. So far, Kulture is well on her way to the million follower mark, currently sitting at 759,000 as of this writing. Her page is managed by her mother and you can tell based on its emphasis on showing looks and having fun.

In one post, Kulture and Cardi stroll across a parking lot and manage to maneuver around a puddle. In another, Kulture outright ignores Cardi telling her not to do something, only to do it anyway.

View this post on Instagram Me & my mommy …..My mom was annoying me but it’s ok cause I look cute.🎀🎀🌸💝
A post shared by Kulture (@kulturekiari) on Sep 19, 2020 at 4:47pm PDT

As 2020 continues to, well, be 2020, Kulture’s new page is the beacon of happiness that you need to see today. Her using the Snapchat filter to become a bald, bearded two-year old will make you smile, no matter how you’re feeling. And the fact that she has an iced-out chain, that she gets to show off, is just icing on the cake.

View this post on Instagram Mom don’t play with me 😒put my hair back on my head immediately 😡
A post shared by Kulture (@kulturekiari) on Sep 20, 2020 at 12:28pm PDT

Check out some on Kulture’s new Instagram posts up, above. And if you feel inclined to introduce some much-needed happiness in your life, go give the two-year-old a follow.

Photo via Getty

Copyright Claims Are Ruining Livestreams for Everyone

April 27, 2020 Azlyrics

When DJ D-Nice‘s “Home School” Instagram Live stream went viral, high-profile viewers poured in. Verified accounts like Oprah and Michelle Obama entered the chat — alongside Mark Zuckerberg. In an interview with Vibe, Instagram music partnerships strategist Fadia Kader even promoted the use of the Live feature during the COVID-19 pandemic, predicting that it would spark “amazing creativity” during an uncertain time.

But DJs out of work in a nightlife-less economy trying to follow DJ D-Nice’s lead and stream their own sets on Instagram Live can’t seem to catch a break. If you tune into a DJ’s live-stream, you’re likely to see disclaimers trying to preempt a copyright takedown, which stop their stream suddenly, kicking both the streamer and the audience out to the home page, sending the streamer a notice about copyright infringement, forcing them to start their stream over and just generally killing the vibe.

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Jordan Page, who DJs in New York under the name VeryAdvanced, says he’s tried to DJ on Instagram Live once a week since the pandemic began, but has been frustrated by copyright takedowns: “It sucks. It happens at the least convenient times, too.” Reginald Sinkler, a veteran New York DJ operating under the monikers P.U.D.G.E. and Pudgemental, agrees: “[Copyright takedowns] affect the flow of your craft, and the efficiency of delivery when you have to stop and restart the live feed and wait for people to join again. It definitely takes away momentum and leads people to move away from your page.”

Page is also a stylist and event producer, and says the suspension of nightlife has affected his income and social life. Sinkler, who has been DJing in New York since the mid-90s, and has been trying to livestream approximately every other day. Still, it’s hardly profitable. “I’ve received a few donations or tips from Djing on livestream, but it’s not comparable to the amount I can make at gigs,” he says.

A spokesperson confirms that Instagram worked closely with DJ D-Nice to ensure that the “Home School” stream went smoothly. But when asked to clarify the normal rules for streaming DJ sets on Live, they say there are a few more limits to what’s allowed: “While our partnerships with music rights holders allow people to add music to the moments they share on Facebook and Instagram, music rights are complex, and there are layers to the limitations in how we can allow people to include music in their Live videos.”

Without clear guidelines for how to proceed, DJs are left guessing. Are the takedowns algorithmic, or the result of human moderation? If it’s an algorithm, what’s the best way to fool it? Some believe the takedowns are triggered by the duration that someone plays an individual song.

“It only happened to me once,” says Adam Alexander, a Miami-based DJ who goes by Silent Addy, of his experience with Instagram copyright violations. “It really only happens when you play a song for too long, but I usually mix fast anyway, so [the algorithm] doesn’t detect it.”

Others say it’s about which artists’ music you play. In my understanding the more popular the song, the higher the chance of it getting flagged,” says Sinkler. “So switching songs fast and using effects or talking over them seems to work as a quick fix.” Page echoes this sentiment: “I hear it’s the labels putting pressure on [Instagram], which I don’t understand. What’s the difference between me DJing on Instagram Live and a set at a club?”

“Well, when you DJ at a bar, generally the performer assumes that the venue has the appropriate licensing,” says Ian Corzine, a Los Angeles-based lawyer specializing in copyright. “Most times, [they don’t, and] it’s illegal. Most of the time, no one’s really going to complain, it’s accepted conduct in society. But on Instagram, there’s a computer reading every single note that’s being played.”

Corzine says that there’s no legal basis for DJs broadcasting copyrighted music on Instagram Live, unless Instagram secures broadcast licenses for the works being used. “So they just arranged for broadcast licensing for D-Nice, and I hate to say it, but a lot of the time on social media, the rich get richer. Because D-Nice had a relationship with IG, and probably other people out there, he was able to get that gig, and most other DJs don’t have that same relationship.”

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But because DJ D-Nice, in his viral and heavily-promoted stream, used copyrighted music — and this behind-the-scenes dealmaking wasn’t made public, even in Kader’s interview with Vibe or D-Nice’s own interview with the New York Times — DJs were left scratching their heads at how he was able to pull it off so successfully. Page calls this “an example of preferential treatment” on Instagram’s part. “No DJ should have this issue. This is a time where people are looking for an escape, some fun and some comfort. Why take it away?”

“It would be nice if we could all get that help,” Pudge agrees. “The music is for the people, and as DJs we’re promoting the music and artists. I’m not sure how it benefits anyone to restrict DJs from playing music in/on public platforms.”

“I would guess that [D-Nice] played the whole set for them and then they’d go through and have their lawyers make sure everything is accounted for and that the broadcast licenses are paid.” Corzine says. “They may have even put [things] on the setlist themselves. They may have even talked to the artists themselves, and [the artist] might say, “sure, sounds good to me,” because [they] want the exposure.”

In response to the takedowns, some artists are absconding to other platforms like Twitch, which is supposedly more lenient with copyright takedowns. Alexander, who also organizes the Bashment series of parties in Miami, says he and his DJ collective “think we will be more leaning towards” using the service over Instagram. Page concurs:”I’ve heard of DJs moving to Twitch and even Reddit. I’m not really in those worlds but I’m interested in checking them out.”

Corzine acknowledges that Twitch is known for being more lenient in the implementation of its copyright policy, but notes that there is no real difference in legality between a set on Zoom, Twitch, Instagram Live or anywhere else. There’s also no likely scenario in which Instagram announces publicly that it will ramp down copyright enforcement.

Still, the DJs I spoke to say that doesn’t reduce the sting of celebrities getting special treatment, or that Instagram orchestrated a social media event around DJing on their platform without making the same tools accessible to the majority of its users.

It’s hard to let go of Instagram if that’s where you built your audience. “People aren’t as willing to follow every DJ to a different platform,” says Sinkler. “IG has become like TV at times, and people are just switching stations.”

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Even while expressing a fatigue with peoples’ attention spans on Instagram Live, Alexander agrees: “It’s definitely easier to reach people [on Instagram] because you don’t have to promote that you’re on [Live]. At least one person will see that you’re on.”

Corzine says that he’s hearing many of the same complaints from his clients: “It’s just a crazy system. A lot of the platforms make good money on people stealing other content, to be really honest. So the forward-facing rules are “we do not violate copyright law, we do not sanction this,” but really, they make their money off of that.”

He’s an advocate for opening up copyright law, which he says “is just not up to date with our current expression of art.” But he puts most of the blame for DJs’ current predicament on a lack of transparency from social media companies. “The law has to change, but besides that, the platforms have to be more transparent. Because many creators are just confused. There’s just blind ambiguity.”

Blueface – Vibes Lyrics

March 14, 2020

Play this song

[Intro]
Blueface, baby, yeah, aight
Wait, hold on, shh, you hear that?
Shut up, turn it up, where they at?
Vibes (Yeah), vibes (Woah), vibes (Yeah, ha-ha-ha, woah)
Vibes (Yeah), vibes (Woah), vibes (Yeah, ha-ha-ha, woah)

[Verse 1]
I only like vibes that come with a vibe
Tired of my main, she tired of my side
Rather work nine-to-five then to get nine to five
Strippin’ at eighteen, you ain’t even tried (Why?)
Niggas send subs instead of subscribe
Dick in her mouth, she swallow my pride
She came with the girls, I came with the guys
Ha-ha, it’s nothin’ but

[Chorus]
Vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooh)
Vibe (Woah), vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooh)
Vibe (Woah), vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooh)
Vibe (Woah), vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), ha-ha-ha-ha (Woah)

[Verse 2]
Marble floors, blue couches (Vibe)
One hit wonder, how I got two houses? (Ha-ha)
Two is a vibe, three is crowded
Not me and you, but me and two bitches
Ha-ha-ha, silly
I’m gettin’ top in the car (Huh)
She sucked the dick-hole through the dick hole
In the Louis drawers, but it was gucci
Drive the boat, one hand on her coochie
I walk in the bank, they happy to see me
Take out a hundred, post it on IG, ha-ha-ha

[Verse 3]
I put the G in Wagen
Your ho get inside, then I get inside (Woo)
Lay the backseats down, baby, vibes
Only designer in my design
Don’t pay for no pussy, can’t even spend time (What?)
I don’t have to dine to make a bitch whine
They want me dead (Take a number), get in line
Money on my head, one in the head
Put ’em to bed (Go to bed)
She suckin’ dick while it’s dead soft
Couple vibes in the loft (Loft)
Ha-ha-ha, where they at? (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Vibe (Woah), vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooh)
Vibe (Woah), vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooh)
Vibe (Woah), vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooh)
Vibe (Woah), vibe (Yeah), vibe (Woah), ha-ha-ha-ha (Woah)

Jackboy – Lingo Lyrics (feat. Kodak Black)

February 27, 2020

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
She say she love my lingo, I gotta be from the streets
She knew that I was G code, she can tell I’m from the streets
Im snappin going beastmode everyday, I be on a beam
You ain’t gotta take no picture everyday, you’ll see me on the scene

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Aye no cameras in here please, is too much action behind these scenes
They won’t let me in this rap shit ion care cause they love me im these streets
I don’t rap it ‘less I mean it, I’m sleepin but im geekin, I’m outchea walking in my sleep, I’m on phantom with the lean
Bitch you ain’t even listening what im saying, you just staring at my teeth
I swear I used to play with lasers as a kid, but now my strap got a beam

[Verse 2: Jack Boy]
You don’t know what a nigga seen, from pulling capers to doing schemes
I’m really out here ten toes in these streets, you only thuggin on IG
In real life I’m a G, in real life I’m im the field with my Zs
Why the f**k would I want one hoe? They more fun by the three
Kick the door ain’t have a key, extortin niggas make ’em pay a fee
I ain’t worried bout no beef, draco with the drum now niggas off beat, I knock em off they ass

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
Aye don’t come back if you leavin, I’m a street nigga girl you need one
They need to free my cousin G1 Dedon, that money come right back like ping pong
She used to f**king with them peions, the streets need ya Kodak keep going
Boy that dope sold that money fold ion care, you ain’t finna get no refund
Might ride the cutlass to my pre-prom, I just might f**k her with my rees on
That money talk im speaking creole, I lost my re-up shooting Ceelo

Jason Saul – Let Me Know Lyrics

February 27, 2020

If you ever wanna let me go
Get a little pen write it on a note
We fell so in love we just lost control
Let me know
Let me know….

Sipping on some red wine thinking bout you
I be in my feelings girl what about you
You can poke me to provoke me
But I’ll still bag a bad bitch in my bummy shit
Make a hit
In my room girl on my lonely
Middle finger to the public I don’t want the club scene
I live better all alone
Got this swag all up on my own
Bout to be moving state
Like I’m tryna find a home
Till then I’m just cooped up in my space
Ima f**king win
Id rather come last than do second place
I’m just that type of dude
Sometimes I come off rude
Because these bitches want to settle down
Who are you
I’m bout my bands ma
22 and handsome
Got a lot of promise so these women want their hands cuffed
Yeah I can’t condone it
All I do is bone it
And kick it with you kick it with you yeah
I’m enjoying the time that we have right now
I’m enjoying the sex that we have right now
Life is short got to live it out
And that’s what I’m about
So bend over let me dig you out

If you ever wanna let me go
Get a little pen write it on a note
We fell so in love we just lost control
Let me know
Let me know….

Please don’t use my zodiac to attack me I
Know that I am stubborn I got plenty reactions I’m
Possessive with my women I’m a taurus at heart
I just move off of my actions
Words can’t tear me apart
And that manipulative mind state will screw you
I’ll probably end up with a fitness chick off youtube
Looking at my homies TL like oh you too
Double tapping on that ass cause that’s what a dude do
Cause nowadays
I be thinking with my dick and not my brain
But this shawty on the IG with a booty look insane
Smooth like the leather on my ones
Know I ain’t the only one
Trying to take her out
Dig her out
Ain’t no holy son devils spawn
But believe in god
Of course because he made you
I’m a witness of one of his angels
Trying to get to know you and your little angles
While I keep a balance in my life trying to play it stable

If you ever wanna let me go
Get a little pen write it on a note
We fell so in love we just lost control
Let me know
Let me know….

Lil Wayne – I Don’t Sleep Lyrics

February 3, 2020

Play this song

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
(Think we found a loophole)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Funeral (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I don’t sleep (I don’t sleep)
Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet (I don’t sleep)
Fuck a Xanny, give me Adderall and weed (I don’t sleep)
Speedballin’ off the cocaine and codeine (I don’t sleep)
Chinchilla carpet got her walkin’ on her knees (On her knees)

[Post-Chorus]
I don’t sleep and I’m still livin’ out my dreams (I don’t sleep)
Kill you in your sleep and now you can’t get out your dreams (Fuck your dreams)
Notorious B.I.G. said it was all a dream (All a dream)
I’m reppin’ M-O-B, the mob, I got ties (Woo, woo)
In the back of my head, under my locks, I got eyes (Woo)
Presidents so dead up in my pockets, I got flies (Yeah)
Been chasin’ these presidents so long they must be tired (Yeah)
They better not close their eyes, ’cause Tunechi never blink (Never blink)
And if you sleepin’ on Lil Tunechi, rest in peace (Rest in peace)
‘Cause all a nigga do is win like I cheat (Like I cheat)
And I ain’t sleepin’ ’til they bring me to the priest (To the priest)
Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, I just popped a ten, I’m in my man cave
Lookin’ for some hoes in my DMs, man, I miss Backpage
Your lil’ ho do spin class at the gym, that bitch in bad shape
My lil’ ho said she gon’ spend a band, I like it ratchet (Yeah)
Did some cocaine with these bitches, like it fancy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Snort the cocaine off their titties in my mansion (Yeah, yeah)
I’m gettin’ naked with these bitches (Yeah)
I’m on Addy and Cialis, breakin’ records in these bitches
Wait, I think (Think) this ho need Jesus, I need water
She say, “These (These) them double D’s that float in water”
I’m too numb, I bit my jaw and I can’t feel it (I can’t feel it)
I’m so numb I hit it raw and I can’t feel it

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I’m on the ceilin’, I don’t sleep (I don’t sleep)
Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet (I don’t sleep)
Fuck a Xanny, give me Adderall and weed (I don’t sleep)
Speedballin’ off the cocaine and codeine (I don’t sleep)
Chinchilla carpet got her walkin’ on her knees (On her knees)

[Bridge: Lil Wayne & Takeoff]
Threw a million in a week and I ain’t freak (I ain’t freak)
I ain’t fret, I ain’t sweat, I ain’t keep (No)
She said, Tunechi, “What you think about me,” lemme think (Woah)
She said, “Why you never answer?” Told her, “I was sleep” (Takeoff)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Told her I was sleep (Sleep)
Really, I was with my other bitch from Italy (I lied)
Text message from my Memphis bitch, she get ’em ten a key (Ten)
That stick shoot thirty minutes and it don’t need anti-freeze
I believe niggas tryna get the goals that I achieve (Goals)
Me without the paper just like Tune without the lean (What?)
Or Phil without the rings, (Or what?) Snoop without the weed (Or what?)
A-I without the sleeve, (Or what?) IG without the memes (Nah)
I’m up, Adderral, these niggas, they drinkin’ on Tylenol (‘Nol)
I give her the X, she give me the neck, and no, we don’t talk at all (At all)
Jaws, I’m breakin’ ’em in, she gettin’ the balls and all (Ball)
I cannot sleep and I cannot eat if it ain’t codeine involved (Drank)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I don’t sleep (I don’t sleep)
Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet (I don’t sleep)
Fuck a Xanny, give me Adderall and weed (I don’t sleep)
Speedballin’ off the yayo and codeine (I don’t sleep)
Me and Takeoff ’bout to take off, ’bout to flee (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
I don’t sleep and I’m still livin’ out my dreams (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Kill you in your sleep and now you can’t get out your dreams (Yeah, yeah, fuck your dreams)
Notorious B.I.G. said it was all a dream (All a dream)
I’m reppin’ M-O-B, the mob, I got ties (Woo, woo)
In the back of my head, under my locks, I got eyes (Woo)
Presidents so dead up in my pockets, I got flies (Yeah)
Been chasin’ these presidents so long they must be tired (Yeah)
They better not close their eyes, ’cause Tunechi never blink (Never blink)
And if you sleepin’ on Lil Tunechi, rest in peace (Rest in peace)
‘Cause all a nigga do is win like I cheat (Like I cheat)
And I ain’t sleepin’ ’til they bring me to the priest (To the priest)
Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet

Ashton – Ice Lyrics

January 13, 2020

Hook:
Got too many bitches on my phone
Texting on some shit like I’m alone
Not tonight the chain on froze
Maybe when the night is slow
Don’t go through your phone
Texting on some shit like I’m alone
You know how that goes
Might just take you home

Verse:
I got the gold on
Diddy bopping to slow songs
And the list goes on
You gotta dance like I threw the bands
Like why you got you’re clothes on
Miami vibes gave you a little something something for your IG to post on
Check check getting checks
Thumbing bands through the net
I take a shot it’s all net
Got the city on respect
Coming for neck
Ex bitch is upset
I just finally got up out a mess
Finally not returning text
It’s one of those things that you say but you never really have to say it
I don’t ever want to hear you say it
It ain’t nothing but another mistake
Got some money for me you better pay it
Check check getting checks

Hook:
Got too many bitches on my phone
Texting on some shit like I’m alone
Not tonight the chain on froze
Maybe when the night is slow
Don’t go through your phone

Verse:
I need my pockets on the BB Dub
Super thick thick yeah I show it love
I know a couple niggas that never gave a f**k
But are big rich yeah
Might get whole Queen Elizabeth f**king tatted up
Like I’m the blue face baby
Pull up what it do baby
Game so strong prolly could have had a few babies
But ain’t nothing new icy
Had to pull up with crew icy
Had to hit the cruise I go sight seeing
Eyes red been working so hard that I might have needed viseen
Just a kid from the harder side of town
Rose up from the concrete and now I’m now autumn bound
Never falling down only slowing up with the Austin sound
Trust you gonna feel the presence when the f**king boss in town like that

Outro:
I might just take you home
I might just take you home
I might just take you home
I might just take you home

Princess Nokia – Sugar Honey Iced Tea (S.H.I.T.) Lyrics

September 16, 2019 Azlyrics

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[Chorus]
Sugar honey iced tea
These bitches don’t like me
These bitches wanna fight me
And doin’ shit just to spite me
I see them talking on the IG
Think you jealous maybe high key
I got the juice I got the high seat
Do I care? Unlikely

[Verse 1]
You must have time on your hands
‘Cause all the time you been hatin’
I know you’re mad that I’m famous
I know you’re mad that I made it
When all the time you been hatin’
You could’ve turned into something
Sometimes it works out for people
Sometimes it really just doesn’t
Don’t do this shit to be famous
I do this shit ’cause I love it
I shot an arrow said “Fuck it”
I took a chance, came from nothing
You have to go for it, want it
You have to rise up above it
If you go on expecting
Well girl I think that you’re buggin’
How you want what I have?
You ain’t workin’ yourself
That toxic energy shit
Ain’t really good for your health
I think you need better goals
‘Cause oh my God you seem lost
You talkin’ shit ’bout my music
But what the fuck have you dropped?
Now what the fuck have you done?
Accolades, you have none
Your lazy ways get you none
I’ll go and pray for you hun

[Verse 2]
I’m on the train throwing soup
The racist men making threats
I’m not gangster but I can tell you I love to throw hands on racists, bigots and scum
I don’t like drama, it’s dumb
I don’t be fightin’ no women
I don’t be totin no guns
I hate domestic abusers
In fact they all make me sick
This dude poured wine on my friend
I punched straight in his shit
I got a real code of honor
That I take seriously
If Colin Kap was a woman then I’d be dead on one knee
My revolution is soulful
I’m healing kids with my hands
I’m talkin’ loving my people
Not fighting bitches for brands
I got no hate in my heart
I think it’s funny I rap
I did not bang in these streets
And I did not trap in the trap

Nicki Minaj – Suge (Remix) Lyrics

July 20, 2019 Azlyrics

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[Intro: Nicki Minaj & DaBaby]
I had to do it (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Ha (Hm, hm)
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one (Rrrh, oo)

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Drug lord, Griselda
I used to move weight through delta
So stay in your place ’cause I
Don’t wanna put you in a shelter
I’m cooking up in the kitchen
You could be my little helper
Go to the table and ask ’em
Do they want the flat or the seltzer?
I go where I want I’m good
My niggas’ll get them goods
So come off the chain and come off the watch
You gotta respect the jux
Queen sleazy era
And they never see me ever
‘Cause I send my shooters and they introduce us
As soon as I pull the lever (Brr)
I say “Choke me,” he do it
Every time that we do it
Nigga packing like Hewlett
I told him “damn nigga, you lit”
On that D going stupid
Got my ass-shots from Cupid
You could just ask Ken
He be like “Hadouken!” (Rrrh)

[Chorus: Dababy]
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
The first nigga play, I’ma body a nigga (Ha)
I just checked my balance
I’ll probably pull up to your hood
And come buy me a nigga (No cap)
You know that your ho told you that nigga crazy
Don’t think that she lied to you, nigga (Bitch)
Get caught with your ho when I’m poppin’ ’em both
Now they high just like Bobby and Whitney (Haa)
Say I’m the goat, act like I don’t know
But fuck it, I’m obviously winnin’
Don’t make me go hit the bank and take out a hundred
To show you our pockets are different (Ha)
I’m out with your bitch and I only want knowledge
She got a lil’ mileage, I’m chillin’ (Uh, uh)
You disrespect me and I’ll beat your ass up
All in front of your partners and children (Ahh, ahh)
I’m the type to let a nigga think that I’m broke
Until I pop out with a million (I pop)
Take 20K and put that on your head
And make one of your partners come kill you (Yeah)
Say he fuckin’ with me then he gotta grow up
‘Cause this nigga gotta be kiddin’ (Kiddin’)
This shit, it can’t fit in my pocket
I got it, like I hit the lottery, nigga (Hot, hot, hot)
Opp, I slap the shit out of niggas
No talkin’, I don’t like to argue with niggas (I don’t)
Ain’t gon’ be no more laughin’
You see me whip out guns
I’m gon’ be done shot me a nigga (No cap)
I don’t follow no bitches on IG
But all of your bitches, they follow a nigga (Ha)
And that lil’ nigga ain’t gon’ shoot shit with that gun
He just pull it out in his pictures (Bitch, uh)

[Chorus: DaBaby]
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)

Kanye West – New Bødy Lyrics

July 14, 2019 Azlyrics

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[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny!

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
Can’t wait to see your new body
Don’t be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
No body count on your new body
I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
Oh, whoa

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
New ass, new tits, new bitch, who this?
Who else you know this bad, with two kids?
Nobody, ever, ever gave you shit
Nobody flew to Columbia like you did
Tryin’ the new ass out with the new drip
Only thing to ask, who first to hit?
‘Cause far as you concerned, you is a new bitch
Them all, fuck them all, them niggas, they too rich
Old dick don’t count, if these titties don’t bounce
Ex niggas say they hit, tryna run up your account
Big dump on it now… Summer they were down
But they better act like they know who the fuck you now
This a new bitch
Gotta party table at the Ruth Chris
All bad bitches take a group pick
Had to step back ’cause she too thick
You used to twerk to every-every song
Saved up to buy an ass of your very-very own
FaceTime, body look like Dom Pérignon
Don’t pay me no attention, go on, carry on

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
You ain’t fuck me, you fucked the old body
You ain’t fuck Nicki, you fucked Nicole body
Ain’t no miles on this here new body
Off with they heads, these bitches is nobodies
Got-Got me a new body, now I need some new dick
Don’t let the woood, tryna stick me like a toothpick
Got me a new body, now I need some new dick
I bust shots, don’t duck, unless the shoe fit
Cookie game make me the G.O.A.T
Cookie game come with the throat
Puff puff pass, no you do not want the smoke
Bi-bi-bitches be sleepin’ on me, but be claimin’ they woke
Fuck up a check on my body
Then let him lick on my body, out in Abu Dhabi
You see me shinin’, you pissed
I-I-I think my haters just really be wantin’ a kiss
They know I’ll body you, sis (body, body)
Old nigga hit me and I say, “new body, who this?”
(Old nigga hit me and I say, “new body, who this?”)

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
New body, you been workin’ hard
I’ve been on your IG page, lurkin’ hard
New boobie job, now they perfect
Six weeks off, it was worth it
Baby got that nip tuck, let me titty fuck
Hit her from the back, get my dick sucked
Put me on the scoreboard, make a new one
He said he hit before, not since you got your boobs done
You working on your abs, huh, you got your ass done
You better show it off, you better work it
Why they body shamin’, baby? I commend it
Doctor Ghavami, I recommend it

Lil Nas X – Kick It Lyrics

June 22, 2019 Azlyrics

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[Intro]
Bizness Boi

[Chorus]
Run to, to me, for three
See, if you need weed, get it from me
It’s good
See if you want it, Nas, I got it, nigga, we should go and kick it
See you on the move, but we was cool, now don’t forget it
Oh come, get weed from me
It’s good

[Verse 1]
Now you all over the place
Sexy, yeah, I see your face
You just the nigga these days
My brother showed me your wave
Seen you on the TV, heard that Billboard took your chartin’ place
Heard your snippets on IG, man, tell me what’s the droppin’ dates
My big sister love you nigga, you the G.O.A.T., my uncle say
New pack just came in, my nigga, this that cookie funnel cake

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Verse 2]
Oh, you just that nigga, now, can’t pick up, cool, then let me know
You ain’t got no talent, nigga, more up in my pinky toe
I just thought that we could kick it, why not let me know?
You’ll fall off, I’ll give it, oh
Two months, give or take a whole

YG – Stop Snitchin (Remix) Lyrics

May 24, 2019 Azlyrics

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[Intro: YG]
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga

[Verse 1: YG]
I can smell a bitch nigga a mile away
Type of nigga so bitch, he should put “bitch-made” on his license plate (Bitch)
From that real shit, you bitch niggas play hide and seek (Bitch ass niggas)
Me and bitch niggas, we don’t conversate
Bitch niggas love saying real niggas tryna hate (Bitch ass nigga)
But nah, nigga, I’m a real nigga, I had to bag up weight
You got fear in your heart so you cooperate (Bitch)
I can’t stand how bitch niggas operate
You’s a bitch (Bitch), your mama know you a bitch (Bitch)
Your girl even know you a bitch (Bitch)
I don’t know how she suck your dick, pause
You got caught with some shit (Shit)
With your best friend and your clique (Clique)
Y’all got caught hittin’ a lick (Hit)
Everybody went down ’cause you snitched (Aw)
Whoever raised you ain’t do a good job at that (That)
Whoever raised you need to get slapped
Karma is a bitch and she gon’ get you, nigga, just like that
‘Cause once a bitch, nigga, always a bitch, facts

[Chorus: YG]
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga (Uh-oh)
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Want me to rap, you gotta book a nigga (Uh-huh)
I fucked his bitch, I took that pussy from a pussy nigga (Yeah)
I’m bringin’ real niggas back, they overlooked a nigga (Uh-huh)
You like to show these niggas guns, I beat him, took your pistol (Hah)
I fuck her all off in the kitchen and I’m cookin’ with her
She made me bacon with the eggs, thought she was cookin’ dinner (Mmh)
Two hours later, you on IG takin’ pictures with her (Yeah)
Soon as I woke up, gave me head, that’s breakfast in bed (Yeah)
Told on your nigga, he went fed, they found out you scared (Hah)
You play with me, you gotta go, I ain’t gotta say it (Nope)
I pull it out, bitch, I’ma blow, so watch how you play it, you lil’…

GoldLink – Zulu Screams Lyrics

May 14, 2019 Azlyrics

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[Intro]

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Hey, feelin’ like a brand new me
And the entourage where the latest be
And the sun don’t shine where the gangstas be
And we Russian roulette to a game of three
Pop one, pop two, pop three, pop four
And the sun don’t shine ’round the year no more
And the girls say yeah, ain’t no ‘no’ no more
And we richer than the rich, we ain’t poor no more

[Pre-Chorus: GoldLink]
I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy
I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy

[Chorus: Maleek Berry]
Oh, na, na-na
Keep it on the low, na, na-na
If you know, then you know, na, na-na
‘Cause you can’t catch me no more on the cellular, ayy
No more on the cellular, ayy

[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Yeah, hurt me, baby, put it on me like blam
One leg up, made that booty go wham
Smoke so much you done lost a pound
But I ain’t even trippin’, ass still hittin’
Body on go, IG, go
Snatch their wig, possess their soul
A man on road, squad on go
Your neck on green, my neck on froze

[Chorus: Maleek Berry]
Oh, na, na-na
Keep it on the low, na, na-na
If you know, then you know, na, na-na
‘Cause you can’t catch me no more on the cellular, ayy
No more on the cellular, ayy

[Post-Chorus: Maleek Berry]
Oh, say yeah-yeah, say yeah-yeah
Oh, we gon’ be lowkey, say yeah-yeah
Oh, if you love me, say yeah-yeah
Oh, lowkey, yeah-yeah

[Bridge: Bibi Bourelly]
[?]

[Outro: Maleek Berry & Bibi Bourelly]
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah-yeah, yeah

Logic – Don’t Be Afraid to Be Different Lyrics

May 11, 2019 Azlyrics

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[Intro: Logic]
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah

[Chorus: Logic]
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all

[Verse 1: Will Smith]
West Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground is where I… **** all that
Came in the game on my neon fresh
Won the first rap Grammy so I guess I’m blessed
Come off tours, walk on sets
Everybody followin’ the trends I set
60 million sold, doin’ it different
And my IG poppin’ from doing it different
Bad vibrations, I stay distant
RattPack, MSFTS, doin’ it different
Fortnite doin’ the Carlton dance
Come on, it’s just different, man

[Verse 2: Logic]
Used to be that motherfucker in the background
Yeah, but now I’m in the forefront
‘Cause I keep it more blunt, goddamn
Pump up the jam, pump up the volume
I’m not Rakim, but I’m doper than—
Pump up, pump up the jam, pump up the volume
I’m not Rakim, but I’m doper than Valium
Back in high school I was not the man
Now wherever I go they know who I am
From Maryland to Beijing I’m raging
Paging the doctor on call, the illest of them all

[Verse 3: Logic]
This is for the people goin’ hard in the gym
This is for the people goin’ hard on the dance floor
Pump up the heart rate and dance more
Pump up the, pump up the motherfuckin’ jam
Rhymin’ like Dr. Seuss, bitch I’m Sam I Am
I don’t give a damn ’bout lyrics
You should feel the spirit when you hear it
No fuckboys, a legend can’t get near it
Sucka em—sucka emcees they, sucka emcees, they fear it

Lupe Fiasco – Stack That Cheese Lyrics

September 23, 2018 Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Uhh, pen to the pad, metaphors on fleek
Took the words that I heard and I put em’ to the beat
Press up my tape then I put it in the street
Upload my thousands without my link
I’ma be upcoming just to see what they think
I’ma shoot me a video and put it on the ‘tube
I’ma spam IG to get up my views
And DM my favorite artist, say, “I’m gonna be huge”
Book me a show that the blogs gonna cover
And they all gon’ love it
The crowd gon’ turn up, is anybody out there?
Turn up the mic, we can’t hear you out here

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I gonna be slow if I pour up
But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tryna get the tour bus with the studio
It ain’t no buts, just bootyholes (uh)
Can’t be out here looking like dookie
When you’re tryna start a movement and come up on a movie role
Everything’s polished
I ain’t go to college, I was at the conference
Chopping with the DJs, tryna give my single on replay
And shit up on the game like colonics (colonics)
Hold the phone, take a flick with a fan for me (click)
Hit the strips with a brick of the dance money (strip)
I’m tired, let’s switch with the van for me
When I make it by, you’ll print the advance money

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I’m gonna be slow if I pour up
But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Hold up, light man, turn the lights on
Came a long way from when I was holding the mic wrong
Something for the hood and a whole lot of white songs
Like I evolved to a whole ‘nother life form
I’m just tryna make it happen, don’t attack that please
Can’t find a job, you can rap at least
Cause that’s what I did, I was at that leg
Right out of high school, tryna stack that cheese
You was tryna do what? Tryna stack that cheese
You wanna flip burgers, wanna stack that cheese
Make American singles, wanna stack that cheese
Make everybody smile, tryna stack that cheese
Tryna do it for a while, tryna stack that cheese
Talking frequent flyer miles how I stack that cheese
Tryna bundle up the money, tryna stack that cheese
Aye Stack, can we stack that please?

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I’m gonna be slow if I pour up
But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I’m gonna be slow if I pour up
But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here

Tyga – Freestyle w/ The L.A. Leakers – Freestyle #051

August 7, 2018 Azlyrics

[Verse]
Pay me on the first, niggas know I broke the curse
How it feel when the Rolls is reversed? Nigga got it out the dirt
Bad bitches ’round, I’ma flirt and I’m goin’ for my eighth like Cur
Do you concur? Catch me if you can lil purp
I go Kyrie Curry on the verse, ball like a Nerf
Meet me on the turf, I don’t mean for real, group of these niggas nerd
Full of that sizzurp, you will get serve
My niggas make you hide your face like H.E.R
And I like her, titties are first
Big green Phantom got ’em hooked, Lary Bird
Give ’em the bird, fuck what you heard, I’m the best rapper-er
Niggas call me tiger, that’s whiter than a ice berg
I’m nicer than your favorite rapper on perks
I might curve if she don’t got good slurp
Be nicer, put you on a RIP shirt
Yes-er, ridin’ in a two-seat seater
I love ho but I still gotta bang, eat her
Believe it or not, came back from the sunken, now I’m cream of the crop
I need cash on spot, I don’t want the deposit
I got DMs from every IG thot
But I’m locked in, studio 24-7
I just popped in, fuckin’ with the niggas, when I leave, its gon’ rekill
I’ma wait at your house, my girl’s top tier
If we talkin’ overall, I’m top ten
Flows, car, bitches, ice
King in Dubai like fuck the price
Lookin’ at yours, I’m like “fuck my life”
Lookin’ at yours, I’m like “you’re right”
I might go psych, go might (might, might might)
It’s redrum, I’m psych (psych, psych, psych)
Bitch, I’m always right
Everybody wanna be like Mike
Big bank take lil’ bank
Ayy, fuck around, I need another bank
Ayy, thirteen hundred stars in the Wraith
Woo, and I’m on that forty-two man
Yeah, big bank take lil’ bank
Uh, this my shit when I’m in the Wraith
And my Maybach up to date

Russ – Don’t Fall For It Lyrics

July 12, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
They prolly gonna call this hate
But people hate the truth
Fuck it

[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Promotin’ lean but they save it for the you type artist (ha)
“Do what a I say, not as I do” type artist
Y’all are locus, poisonin’ the youth for clicks
What’s your addiction got to do with always postin’ it?
Smilin’, playin’ games, makin’ skits, makin’ jokes wit it
But you can’t say you opposed to it if you constantly promotin’ it
Y’all just the grams’ drug abusers and how-to’s, y’all condonin’ it
How you gonna say you car about the youth, but you constantly corrodin’ it?
Now I won’t say that you’re facadin’ the pain
But you definitely postin’ drugs as a marketing game
You targeting fame, you can fool the youth, not me
You raisin’ the next generation of addicts on IG
I promise you, that’s not the very promisin’ you
You hate the truth, that’s why the truth is botherin’ you
I know, your drugs get more like than your music does
Thats why you post more drugs than your own music, huh?

[Verse 2]
Lotta rappers tellin’ on themselves for likes, it’s a gimmick
You don’t use guns, it just helps sell the image
If you really pullin’ triggers, you don’t post guns
‘Cause you know they’ll use that image to take your from home, umm
You got a image to uphold, I get it, you and yo face tats
You the tough guy that always stay strapped
Yeah, I see you do it
You post gats in texts
Without a lot of your songs, it would lack context
Makin’ some pots, braggin’ ’bout some modified shit
In the hopes that it’ll provoke some more Spotify hits
From the impressionable youth, that is followin’ you
‘Cause you ain’t scarin’ no one grown, and no one true
This ain’t news to anybody in the know, uh
But there is rules, you all is fuckin’ up the code, uh
The only thing y’all would ever shoot is the messenger
A lot of kid’s favorite rapper is a wrestler

[Verse 3]
Lotta rapers are broke, flyin’ coach and be postin’
Fake chains from jewelers who just want their promotion
Always showin’ twenties with fives and ones
You got a hundred on each side to disguise the funds
Flip through it, charge the denomination
You should call the IRS and get some payment confirmations
I know your deals ’cause these lawyers talk
You ain’t a boss, you got a boss, let your employer talk
Y’all in royalty splits, ’cause you signed to a guy that just did a JB
Now you signed to a guy, that’s signed to a company, and they got gluttony
They ‘gon eat and give you what’s left, I feel the oven heat
From here, too many cooks in the kitchen, look around
You don’t own shit from you masses and your account
Plus y’all don’t tour, no tune core, your buzz plummitin’
No indie catalog, you gave away your publishin’

Rico Nasty – Hey Arnold lyrics

May 31, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rico, Rico, yeah

[Verse 1]
I taste just like ice cream
Bitch I am so icy
Heart cold like an ice queen
That’s why they don’t like me
Lackin’, that’s unlikely
I’m ridin’ with pipes and
Smokin’ on some good gas
Girl just come and try this
Catch me in the club bitch
See me poppin’ bottles
He saw me on IG, thought I was a model
Your girlfriend, she swallow
I’m loadin’ these hollows
She like takin’ footballs
Call that bitch Hey Arnold

[Verse 2]
And I’m with a white bitch
She just like to try shit
Old nigga keep callin’ me
I keep on declinin’
Bank account keep risin’
Enemies keep hidin’
These niggas be lyin’
You chose the wrong side bitch
Anything I show you
I want you to see it
Order up 10 bottles
Bitch we bout to get lit
Your bitch she might get hit
Hit her with a dirty stick
My niggas hold 30 clips

[Hook]
Shoot you like a movie bitch, yah
And I ain’t with the goofy shit, yah
I swear I’m too legit with this, yah
He got diamonds on his crucifix, yah
I pray to God that I can make them hits, yah
We smoke him like a hookah stick, yah
While you be on that goofy shit, yah
And no I am not new to this, yah
My watch, it got the fluorescent

[Verse 3]
Every time you see me I swear I’ma cash out
I like havin’ bad bitches turnt up with they ass out
My new bitch like Hey Arnold, she fuck with them footballs
I think we gon’ buy a whip just to take the roof off
I don’t even know the bitch but I bet she with the shits
Soon as we walk in this bitch I can hear ’em talkin’ shit
But that does not matter
Pockets getting fatter
I can get you madder
Money tall as ladders

[Outro]
I taste just like ice cream
Bitch I am so icy
Heart cold like an ice cream
That’s why they don’t like me
I taste just like ice cream
Bitch I am so icy
Heart cold like an ice cream
That’s why they don’t like me, hah
Yeah that’s why they don’t like me, yeah
Swear they do not like me
Flex on a broke bitch, flex on a broke ho
Flex on a broke nigga, flex on a broke nigga
Flex on your ex nigga, flex on your ex
Flex on your ex bitch, you know I’m up next bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey Arnold like Hey Arnold
Like Hey Arnold
Hey Arnold
Baby like them Hey Arnolds
Hey Arnold

Offset – Monday lyrics

May 29, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
I ain’t playing no more
You know what I’m saying?
Different mindset, you know what I mean?
OG Parker
Different motivations, you know what I’m saying?
I’m tryna get more money, you know what I mean?
Deko
You know what I’m saying?
I’m not satisfied, you know what I mean?
I want everything, I want it all

[Hook]
Drop my top, let the roof loose (skrrt)
Look at these diamonds, Fruit Loops (look at this)
Ride like the president, bulletproof (president)
Shoot it all you want, you ain’t getting through (ba baow)
I came up from up a onion (onion)
Now I got money cross the country (money)
Fucking on a thot every Monday (fucking on a-)
Fucking on a thot every Monday (fucking on a-)
Drop my top, let the roof loose
Look at these diamonds, fruit loops
Ride like the president, bulletproof
Shoot it all you want, you ain’t getting through
I came up from up a onion (trap)
Now I got money cross the country (I got money)
Fucking on a thot every Monday (thot)
Fucking on a thot every Monday (thot)

[Verse]
Welcome to the game, welcome to the game (game!)
Gold chain, diamond ring, pinky ring (shine!)
My son got a dub in his piggy bank (dub!)
I got it out the mud to get bigger rank (mud!)
I’m sippin’ on mud, got hella drank (drank!)
You claim that’s your hoe but I don’t think (think!)
She was at the condo with the whole thang (whole thang!)
She was in the condo fucked the whole gang (whole gang!)
IG can hide a bitch (hide!), I’ma tell you ’bout the other side of it (other side!)
She don’t got a job or a house or a whip (no!)
You ain’t even know she a thot, she a trick (thot!)
Let me tell you ’bout you broke lil’ niggas (broke lil’ nigga!)
Better hide your bitch (better hide ’em!)
We started from a rock to a brick (from a rock!)
Now these fuck niggas wanna kick it (ha-ha!)
Customise my whip, Xzibit (Xzibit!)
You ain’t making no noise, got crickets (shh-shh!)
We ain’t going back and forth handle business (uh-uh!)
And I don’t even gotta score like Pippen (no!)
We done broke records, ask Guinness (Guinness!)
Nigga we ain’t done, we ain’t finished (we ain’t finished!)
We was on the run independent (go!)
100 rounds drums in the Sprinter (Draco!)

6ix9ine – TATI lyrics

May 27, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Hold up, let me get it started
B.B. with the Robins, lookin’ all retarded
B.B. saggin’, fly like a dragon
Bitches suck my dick cause I’m fly like Aladdin
Scum Gang!

[Verse 1]
These bitches think I’m stupid, I ain’t stupid
Dummy boys fall in love with it, he stupid
All these hoes on my body, cut the bullshit
All these hoes they ain’t loyal, y’all lookin’ stupid
I just left Starlets and I ain’t even cash out
Back out, straight to the trap house, I blow her back out
I’ll pull her tracks out, got her running like it’s track now
Like a Smackdown, rock bottom I’ma pin her down
Hold up, let me get it started
B.B. with the Robins, lookin’ all retarded
B.B. saggin’, fly like a dragon
Bitches suck my dick cause I’m fly like Aladdin

[Chorus]
Pour a semi, pull up to the cribby, uh
Licky-licky, licky on my blicky, uh
Take a flicky, make a movie with me, uh
Take a flicky, make it real drippy, uh
Why you watching me?
You all on my IG
Why you stalking me?
You don’t even follow me
Why you tweet my shit?
You ain’t used to read my shit
Bitch you used to fuckin’ leave me on seen and shit

[Verse 2]
Went to the Eastside, spanked out Juju
Lucky I ain’t have it on me, I was gon’ shoot you
Spanked him on camera, threw it on YouTube
Stupid lil’ dumb nigga, now you on YouTube
If a nigga want beef, I’m the type to drag it
Shoot ya while you with your bitch then it’s back to mackin’
Police pull up on me, I don’t know what happened
Police pull up on you, you gon’ get to yappin’
We gon’ get to clappin’, we been on static
Semi-automatics, they gon’ get to clappin’
We ain’t with the chattin’, you lil niggas cappin’
If we catch you lackin’, turn you into has-beens
Ran through Lust, 100 bands up
Shout out SpinKing, that my motherfuckin’ blood
Go, go, Mulani, go, go, Mulani

Cardi B – Leave That Bitch Alone lyrics

May 18, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Cardi
Cardi B

[Hook]
Leave that bitch alone
Leave that bitch alone
You knew that I was crazy
Why the fuck you took her home?
Now I’m goin’ through your phone
Seein’ all these hoes
You knew that I don’t like her
What type of crazy shit you on?

[Verse 1]
You want me to come to your crib and get comfortable
What if I wanna move in and shit?
I will show up on some random shit
Don’t let me catch a bitch, you wanna chance that shit?
You should just dead it
I swear to God you gon’ regret it
Watch when I start askin’ you:
Why the fuck you take so long to answer my message?
The fuck you gon’ tell me?
Oh, you with the homies?
Don’t even think you can curve me for some other pussy
‘Cause it can get ugly
Boy, I be on some other shit
Just lettin’ you know wassup
‘Cause if I ever find out ’bout that other bitch
Boy, you gon’ get that bitch cut

[Pre-Hook]
I’m not the one
I don’t know why would you try it
Trust me, my nigga, just know I will beat all of them judges
I swear I’m not lyin’
Pussy was good
Pussy was perfect
But watch when I pop all ya tires and key up ya whip
Like, “I hope it was worth it”

[Verse 2]
What if I tell you I wanna be wifey?
What you gon’ tell me, I might be?
Then I’ma want ya password to ya Twitter, ya Facebook
And even ya IG
Boy, it’s a wrap
‘Cause I got the gat
And I will blow all them bitches that’s all in ya DMs
Just don’t call me back, nigga
Please don’t be dumb
My hair always in a bun
You know what that means, I’ll be ready for war
And remember I got a gun
I be on some other shit
Just lettin’ you know from now
So when that time come around and I do catch you lackin’
Move outta town

[Pre-Hook]
I’m tellin’ you
I don’t be with all that crying
If I get her or you fuck with motions
I’m gon’ light ya girl on fire
Pussy was good
Pussy was perfect
But if I ever pop up on you fuckin’ that bitch
Boy, you gon’ need a surgeon

[Outro]
Leave that bitch alone

Cardi B – Pull Up lyrics

May 18, 2018 Azlyrics

[Hook]
Hella fake, you better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face, you better pull up on me
Ain’t no backin’ down, prepared to shake, you better pull up on me
Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain’t safe, you better pull up, homie
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up on me
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up on me
I heard you talkin’ cray, I know you hella fake, you better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face

[Verse 1]
No, I don’t think they know
They don’t know how this go
They think I’m broke
What a fuckin’ joke
When I walk in the door, I gets my dough
Then a bitch get low
I used to kill them poles, now I kill them shows
They don’t like my growth, well fuck ya hoes
Yeah, ’cause all my bitches that be gettin’ with me
If I put a fifty, they gon’ put a fifty
Every night, ask Sue’s rendezvous
It was Kita, Sweetness, and Ashanti with me
I had to go get it on some real shit
If you a real bitch ,you gon’ feel this
Every single nigga that came my way
I finesse and juug on some ill shit
So much people think they know my pussy
But no one can say they fucked
Please show me hoe facts
Name-drop, round ’em up
That bum bitch like to run her mouth
I swear to God I’ma lay her out
When I catch you on the side of town
My Guiseppe heels gonna stomp you out
I’m tired of playin’, I’m tired of playin’
I’ma give you hell, you gon’ think I’m Satan
I see you mad ’cause I’m ’bout to have this whole shit on lock
Incarceration
Someone gave you wrong information
You try to play me, that’s confirmation
But it’s all good ’cause when you see my face
Shit don’t come out like it’s constipation

[Pre-Hook]
You stuck, bitch, yeah
I know it sucks, bitch, yeah
Pull up, bitch, yeah
Like wassup, bitch, yeah

[Hook]
Pull up on me
I heard you talkin’ cray, I know you hella fake, you better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face, you better pull up on me
Ain’t no backin’ down, prepared to shake, you better pull up on me
Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain’t safe, you better pull up, homie

[Verse 2]
Let’s go, I mean come on now, who you tryna flex for?
Why you actin’ like I won’t leave you down in the ground?
But you knew what it was from the get-go
That Cardi on some new shit
Get that money then I go flip
Some people think I’m just a dumb bitch
If that was true I wouldn’t have shit, yeah
Bronx bitch ’til the day I die
I did my dirt and I ain’t gotta lie
You can talk crazy on IG
But when I run up, let them hands fly
I don’t fuck around with no fuckin’ clowns
Any niggas with me, they fuckin’ hounds
Any bitches with me, they fuckin’ down
So if you really ’bout it, then pull up now

[Pre-Hook]
You stuck, bitch, yeah
I know it sucks, bitch, yeah
Pull up, bitch, yeah
Like wassup, bitch, yeah

Cardi B – With That lyrics

May 18, 2018 Azlyrics

[Hook]
Hundred band, hundred band
I’m ’bout my bread I got to get this shmoney man
They fuck with my shmoney I’m sending them shots I watch them do the running man
I’m with the shits if a nigga want this he gon’ have to buy all of that
I’m with the shits if a nigga want this he gon’ have to buy all of that
He just want to splurge and its ok I’m so cool with that
5 thousand on a purse yeah baby boy I’m so cool with that
Fuck him so good he gonna want to go spend all that
Pussy got him on the jugg he gonna re-up and come right back

[Verse 1]
No I’m not cool, ’cause bitch I’m bool
And I’m been jacking that ever since school
So don’t be a fool
Run up on me got mechanics with tools
And they ain’t scared to lose
They had me on snooze
Now when I host it’s is a zoo
When the host is a zoo
Got me a check I got a check
Feeling so blessed
Doing a lot more than what they expect
I’m in my prime everything in effect
And I’m so cool with that
This hustle not new to that
Sell out these spots got ’em thinking like who did that
This new bitch from the Bronx
The one that you slept on for so long so cool all that, cool all that

[Verse 2]
He want to dab in this pussy but I don’t think he get the picture
He ask me what I want I tell him, make me look like Sub-Zero sister
I’m talking that ice, just ignore the price or I might just dismiss ya
Don’t do broke niggas, ain’t no joke nigga ’cause the pussy delicious
Bitches mad at me cause I’m on my shit
I know they doubted me cause I used to strip
Blew on IG on some regular shit, then she to TV on some degular shit
When I pull up on that bitch for talking that shit amnesia kick in and I swear they forget
Then I think to myself they ain’t fuck with my money then I keep it pushing watch out lil’ bitch

Wale – Complicated Lyrics

April 13, 2018 Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Let’s be honest, shorty
I got bitches, you got niggas, don’t be modest, shorty
Complicated but simple, I don’t know how to call it
I be smoking you be drinkin’, we both tired of fallin’ in lust
I can’t find nobody, I can zone out and can talk to
I don’t want no wifey, don’t get mad if I don’t call you
Get you Chanel shit, from what they gave me at this walk through
I can tell you ain’t had nobody to give your all to
Understand I’m street as fuck, might get you a beamer truck
I was taught just throw some bread, every time I seen a duck
Grippin’ and I keep it tucked, she felt it while she huggin’ me
Am I happy to see you, nah, this shit help me move comfortably
Sit you down in front of me, massage you like I love your soul
You sleep all up under me, I treat you like the one I chose
It’s complicated, your momma hate it, I get inside, you say I’m amazin’
Fresh out the shower, I probably taste it, no conversation
What is love when you lustin’, afraid of trust and you either fuckin’ or fussin’
I never happen to rush it, that make ’em come fuck the function up
That’s why I got no connections, just chicks that wanna fuck
Then argue, I don’t love enough, make sure I pick some rubbers up
Kyrie don’t need no sisters, probably only make women
My past chicks is forbidden, from livin’ this life with me
You might of came to studios but you ain’t write for me
You only watch me pour my lean, ain’t sip no Sprite with me
She got ass, look at her face, my niggas’ hypin’ me
Still can’t take this ride with me, I think about you, while I’m fuckin’ her
It’s complicated, I’m tellin’ on myself, won’t say another word

[Verse 2: Wale]
It’s complicated to find a lady in my generation
That’s not preoccupied with social clout
We almost fazing out from the high we get from love and conversation
To go on IG galavanting for likes and shit, oh, it’s complicated
I’m tryna say I need loyalty like Clyde Barrow was tryna get
When Bonnie was shot up riding shotgun with him
My problems are justified but, I gotta admit
I got someone who loves me so effortless
But, I’m so messed up from another chick I feel like such a bitch ass nigga
That my exes got the power with no effort to decline the next shawty I get
So, I’m guarded and shit
But, never mind that ’cause you’re a goddess and shit
What I’m tryna say is I like you but it’s complicated
Foundation on all my pillows, still your tender face is flawless when the sky kiss you
Should I bury you in compliments or buy gifts or
Just let you tell me bye and for that time I’ll miss you
My life is fairly complicated
You show too much of your heart I promise they confiscate it
I am young, black, and accomplished baby but
I’m not the type to bring home to mama, I’m just crazy
‘Cause I’m broad crazy, monogamy’s kind of hard for me
When I start throwing them curves that’s when they caught feelings
I got famous at a young age, I’m spoiled
I get paid, don’t go out so the club scene I’m bored of
I don’t believe in unicorns nor pure love, but more so the latter, seen Porzingis from courtside
I got missed calls from porn stars and church girls
You’d be surprised who get the wildest and squirt more

[Bridge]
Let’s be honest shawty
I got bitches you got niggas don’t be modest shawty
Don’t care about your IG pictures I don’t follow anyway
‘Cause, if I really like you I don’t like your pictures, dig it?

[Verse 3]
I believe that love is complicated at best
And at it’s worst it’s a permanent burning in your chest
I pray to earn that from somebody someday
But, somehow someway, I no longer have a heart to invest
It’s miles away, the smiles is fake and my job ain’t real
Why would you think I’ll find a woman who is?
I’m high today, tomorrow I’m chill ’cause my job get real
What mature woman would put up with my shit?
I mean I’m damaged goods
I mean, I’m rather good at being just kind of good to women who deserve more from me
But, I see you as something more than a purring kitty
You hate my state of mind, somehow you think the world of me

[Outro]
It’s complicated
It’s complicated
It’s complicated
It’s complicated
Just be honest shawty
I got bitches you got niggas don’t be modest shawty
Don’t care about your IG pictures I don’t follow anyway
‘Cause if I really like you I won’t… fuck it
Block all them bitches, ’cause it’s complicated

MoneyBagg Yo – Break Da Internet

March 12, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
I walk and talk like a check my nigga, like
Don’t slip on the drip
Error, error, she might fuck around and crash, hahaha

[Chorus]
If they found out who I’m fuckin’ I’ma break the internet (hey)
She shake ass on the gram, time to break the internet
He want attention, chasing clout, tryna break the internet (pussy)
If I upload my account, I’ma break the internet (crash)
If I post a million cash I’ma break the internet
They like damn look at Bagg, he just broke the internet
When she walk she know she bad, she gon’ break the internet
Skrrt skrrt skrrt, that whip fast, bet it break the internet

[Verse 1]
Ayy my bitch look like a Kardash’
She trippin’, all in the car mad (why?)
Keep bringin’ up hoes from the past
I told her shut up and bought her a bag (lil bitch)
Then I proceed to get to the cheese
My pockets on full but my tank on E
I walk around with all this goddamn money
I don’t need no teller, got the bank on me (hey)
They like how I’m dressin’ (I’m dressin’, I’m stylin’)
Racks bleu cheese (racks blue, ooh)
Water, water on me (swim and splash)
These blue seas (ocean)
Yellow my diamonds, they butter (ugh)
I’m in the coupe with the cutter
Nut on her face, I’ma slut her (ugh)
Then celebrate to her brother (hah)
I got my name out the concrete (concrete)
You in the back like the carseat (pussy)
Paint you a picture, artist
Might show my bitch on my IG (hey)
She topped me out of a knapsack (hey)
These bitches poison, anthrax (hey)
I want that cap like a snapback (ugh)
Let me record it on Snapchat (snap)

[Verse 2]
I might just make her my missus (wifey)
Get her some ass and some titties (surgery)
Then I’ma Rollie her wrists (bust down)
I’ll have her shit on these bitches (ugh)
She want the dick from the front (front)
She gon’ make your boy give her the junk
He can’t make a hit like a blunt (so what?)
So he tryin’ publicity stunt
I know that you notice me (notice me)
These bitches all over me like I was Jodeci (singer)
Got the stick in the coat with me (coat with me)
It ain’t no foldin’ me, it ain’t no ho in me
I’ma break the social sites, ridin’ in a creature, parasite
Look how my teeth flare at night
Ruger, NuNu, scary sight (bop bop)

Molly Brazy – Molly’s Story

March 3, 2018 Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
Close my eyes, and I relapse
Memories of things, I never ever had
In a world where our skeletons entertain the mass
Where people have opinions but don’t know the half
Where nobody really knows what you go through
I been trying to dodge the block, like a post move
But this street shit run through my veins
Upgraded my situation, don’t mean I don’t go through pain
How you wait for the sun, but ain’t been through the rain
Don’t know the pressure of fame
When millions of people mention your name
When bitches from your city talking filthy, they greasy
They wanna run you out of your lane
I guess it’s apart of the game
Well fuck ’em, they can leave out the door that they came
Molly World still the same, yeah

On live, spending time with my baby
Who would have thought toy gun a make the world go crazy?
But it’s Brazy, I’m eighteen and I’m gravy
Got money stacked to the ceiling, still screaming
"Fuck you nigga, pay me!"
This beef shit is like rabies, hoes foaming out they mouth lately
They should show they gratitude, ’cause a young bitch done made it
How the fuck we from the same city, and sis still hating?
That simple shit, I didn’t take it personal, I got patience
Plus a bitch got paper, yeah, I swear my life a fucking movie
These bitches drooling, and I’m out here sitting loogy

I switched leagues
‘Cause my old team was toxic
That ivy
We was family, now a bitch can’t even her IG
Sometimes I look back, and some shit I can’t believe
But I keep moving, I’m built different
No fuck shit can stop me

[Chorus]
You know you gotta stand tall
You can make it out your city, ya
Can’t nobody stop you
You gotta beat the odds, you gotta beat the odds
You know you gotta beat the odds
Can’t nobody stop you
You know you gotta beat the odds

[Verse 2]
Chase your dream at full speed, even though shit gets hard
No father figure in my life, I still beat the odds
I’m just a voice for a young girl from them trenches, God
I came from being lost, success was a mirage
You see that Draco with me, and you think a murder charge
I see that Draco, it remind to shoot for the stars
In a world where niggas do not respect the queen
Sometimes you gotta point, aim, and shoot to change things
Every hood the same thing, feds lurking at the same scene
Trap life at the same scheme, Baking soda and a triple beam
System designed to lock us up, take our chance to shine
Gotta stay focused on the end result, don’t ever lose your mind

Young Dolph – Playa Lyrics

February 16, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Ayyyy
Buddah blessed this beat

[Verse 1]
What up?
All of these diamonds on me, they say I ain’t playin’ fair (damn)
Pull up at the mansion, I got cameras everywhere (uh)
Dobermans in the backyard like the president (uh)
Fifty bitches on my dick, call me Dolph the pimp (hey)
Don’t give a fuck, ain’t a rich nigga, you a shrimp (lil boy)
Court side with my lil son watchin’ LeBron and them, hah
P’s of cannabis, my nigga I sold tons of them, hah
Drop a bag on his head, each and every one of them, hah
And these bitches (what?), nah, we don’t love none of them (nah)
The police get behind this Rari, I’ma run from them (skrrt)
You know that they smokin’ weed and they got guns in there (yeah yeah)
Got a bad bitch waitin’ on me with no underwear (yeah yeah)
Black skirt, not a lick of panties under there (uh-huh)
Gangster from the start, my heart ain’t got no love in there (uh-huh)
They always on my IG just to see what I wear
Got somebody’s bitch bent over, from the back and pullin’ hair (huh)
Fuck it, I don’t care (fuck it)
Count better than I spell (fuck it)
It smoke how it smell (fuck it)
Fuck ’em, send some shells (fuck ’em)
I just bought a P to smoke and I ain’t got shit for sale (nah)
I know you can tell (what?), I’m a fuckin’ player (player)

[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player

[Verse 2]
Look how that shit hit (shine), Michael Jackson dancin’ (dance)
White bitch told me she wanna go fuck to Marilyn Manson (hol’ up)
My hood bitch said she wanna fuck me good then make a sandwich (okay)
I turned it to a traphouse but at first it was abandoned (trap)
The game been good to me (yeah)
A quarter milly every week (yeah)
I dream about cake when I sleep (yeah)
I wake up like it’s time to eat, hey
Fuck you, pay me (give me that)
Secure the bag daily (whoa whoa)
I’m thinkin’ new Mercedes
Your main bitch my baby (hah)
I fucked your favorite public figure but she say we dated (uh-uh)
My lil nigga can’t stay out of jail, he keep catchin’ cases (damn)
Two of my dogs, they fell out ’bout money and I swear I hate it (shit man)
I put extra ice on my wrist because it keep on achin’ (woo)
I put her legs behind her and now she keep on shakin’ (woo)
Bitch I went from a Cutlass (Cutlass), to a double R (R)
Light up my blunt then push a button, that motherfucker start (yeah)
Trap nigga living large (yeah)
I put that on God (ayy)

G Herbo – Sins Lyrics

February 16, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
I speak the truth, I live the truth, I respect the truth
I respect the grind man
Niggas who be they self you try to force yourself upon some shit that you ain’t and you never been
I just can’t relate to it, look

[Verse 1]
The rap game kill niggas, literally
It turn gangstas into drag queens
They look down on workin’ hard like it’s a bad thing
Shit I’m the last man standin’ if you ask me
I was just broke not long ago, it feel like last week
Remember niggas in they Benz’s ridin’ past me
I never hated, used to see that shit as motivation
And I was lost up in the streets, I needed navigation
Ain’t wanna be no doctor, lawyer, ended up a patient
Young nigga said, “Fuck Jordans” went and copped a Sauer
Ruth’s Chris three times a week, I got tired of Goya
I’m from Chiraq but I got killa niggas in the Nola
Go get that money for tomorrow, fuck who did before ya
Don’t put yo focus in this bitches, they just gone destroy ya
Don’t put ya trust up in these niggas, man fuck these niggas
Cause when you ain’t so beneficial they stop fuckin’ witcha

[Hook]
That’s why I just be wit my niggas, fuck them other niggas
And every nigga always put they niggas over niggas
But I know my niggas ain’t nun like no other niggas
If you ain’t grinding, you just hating, you a sucka nigga
No we don’t do no Twitter beef, we really in these streets
We ain’t trippin’ bout no bitches, cause we know they freaks
And we really getting money, but we stay lowkey
If niggas really getting money, they gone let it speak

[Verse 2]
Can you break down your whole grind, and still keep it brief?
Instead of tellin’ Instagram what you make a week?
Ten-thou’, twenty-thou’ that’s what you make a week?
On my mother, fly nigga, spend that shit on briefs
Fifty for a pack of three? I spend that shit on tees
Fifty-thou’, hunnid-thou’? I spend that shit on jeans
Stunt on me? Lil nigga please, I do this shit with ease
A thousand on my G-Fazo’s I don’t do Giuse’s (Giuseppes)
Still 1500 for my jeans, bitch I love the B’s (I love Balmain)
200 for my Backwoods, you know we smokin’ P’s (Postooo!)
But I ain’t tryna stunt my nigga, run it up, Imma run it up
Tryna see 30 with a hunnid-mill, boy I pray to God I don’t fuck it up
Couple hunnid-thou’, I done fucked it up
Went and got it back told myself “enough”
Had to slow down I was in a rush
Two or three hunnid’ always in the cuffs
Spent 500 when I woke up
Young nigga living I ain’t give a fuck
Spent 10 thou’ like it wasn’t nun
Remember them days I ain’t have nun
Slide in them foreigns totin’ them thirties nigga, we slidin’ always stunting
Don’t IG none of our cars, can’t let niggas know how we comin’
But niggas know how we comin’
No Limit M.B. we drummin’
Pull up, everybody start runnin’, know foenem gone hit sumn’
I ain’t worried bout none of my enemies, I know I’m gone hit sumn’
I’m on defense, keep that thang wit me, gotta keep on gettin this money
But I know I’m on my way to better days
Some niggas hatin’ they wanna see me in my grave
Let me keep that .40, wanna see me in a cage
I jumped off that porch, and knew what was comin I seen it in so many ways
But I knew how to handle myself in the streets I can’t let that shit drive me insane
On the 8 we on point for the opps in the morning been at war for so many days
In the cut wit that bitch gotta watch for the Jakes, jumping and hopping the fence
50 shots and we bang, “Jumpout” the Gang, hop out the car wit them tents
And my niggas, they still in the hood everyday
Bitch I’m the only one traveling, tried to tell em to come on the road
All the time, they just wanna stay in the trap wit it. (Haann)

[Hook]
That’s why I just be wit my niggas, fuck them other niggas
And every nigga always put they niggas over niggas
But I know my niggas ain’t nun like no other niggas
If you ain’t grinding, you just hating, you a sucka nigga
No we don’t do no twitter beef, we really in these streets
We ain’t trippin’ bout no bitches, cause we know they freaks
And we really getting money, but we stay lowkey
If niggas really getting money, they gone let it speak

[Outro]
150 Dream Team the Campaign man
I’m focused full fledged, you know what I’m saying
Just on my shit, I ain’t too much
Anticipating all this other shit
What niggas got going on
I’m just on my own shit man
Big G Herbo, you already know what it is

Wale – All Star Break Up

February 14, 2018 Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
If my pride was aside, I probably would text you first
But, If you could die from a broken heart you would drive a hearse
Cause, every guy that has ever found you attractive and acted on it
Back pedals much after, that’s when you’ve shown your worth
And I heard you love NBA niggas and
Now, you could track how much them niggas make and make rounds
At the All-Star break of day or so by valentine’s
So my advice if shorty doesn’t know the game she gaming y’all
And this valentine’s, dollar signs have you satisfied
The Gold’s Peak add a rollie and fashion nova ad
And that don’t mean to talk to you like a ho cause nah
We both do what we want but if I want you
I must want you bad, right

[Pre-Hook]
Just saying, right
Your friends all getting married but yeah right
It’s scary, right
That’s real life
You might just catch you a spirit, you praying right

[Hook]
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in

[Verse 2]
Look
Pardon this pessimistic
Message I’m representing
Yes yes, i know this bitch
I mean woman, I was getting reckless
But hol up lemme get one second
I spent so much in Fendi
She know I’m cool with Robyn
She bother me for the Fenty yeah
I’m trying to block the part of my heart that thrives on your affection
You tried the love it’s not enough, it’s cars, it’s money, attention
But, I’m way too flawed to judge you
And I do my part to push you
Father and father from me from my broads and all my problems
She say look ‘le I’m sorry, my plane leaves in the morning
I’m trying to hit some parties, and Staples for the performances
Maybe I’ll see you Monday, thanks for this box of chocolates and
Roses you hold before me but court seats could get me 40
Thousand likes on my IG, someone I like just invited me
Plus I’m not even wifey, plus you 5’9 he’s a giant no
Baby mama, I might could just make a blog and get popular
Let’s hold a 40 before us but fame and fortune excites me
My valentine

[Outro]
I don’t believe in valentines
I don’t believe in valentines (I heard you love NBA niggas and now)
I don’t believe in valentines (I heard you love NBA niggas and now)
I don’t believe in valentines
You ever lost your main jawn to a point guard or a small forward
I don’t believe in
I find it funny Cupid’s busiest days, four days before the All-Star
It was fun while it lasted
I don’t believe in