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Novelist – Major Player Lyrics

February 28, 2020

[Verse 1]
Ever since a minor kid I knew I was major
Real Gs recognise real G behaviour
Girls like the presence of a man that’s not a hater
N*ggas think they’re bad because they don’t respect their neighbour
I ain’t got the time to get mad I get paper
Laughing at them rappers tryna talk like Darth Vader
Composed when I gotta do my thing later
I seen a brudda die because he was an underestimater
Dressed well best smelling in the elevator
When I intro myself I’m a first-namer
Asking what I do, who I know, I’m not a claimer
What’s the point in bragging if they’re gonna hear later
I can make a trackie feel like I’m wearing a blazer
Vigilance will have you more attractive than a shape up
Dilligence has got me on the road to big paper
Amaretto sour better shake it like a shaker
If a bredda’s funny I ain’t saying ‘see you later’
Dat bredda’s claiming he’s a G but he’s a faker
I ain’t gonna speak when I see a clout chaser
Breddas think they got it cos they hotted up the waiter
But fam I got the juice I got the bag like it’s Jamaica
So wait up before you get fresh it’s best to wake up
Understand the news that I make a straight major
I’m a major player

[Verse 2]
I ain’t giving nuttin but I’m blessing if they diss me
22 but I been thinking older like I’m 50
That’s why I only keep a couple brothers with me
Love the hood but I don’t trust the hood cause man are shifty
But me I hold my corner I’m legit see
I don’t slip I dip when I smell something fishy
I’m bout to take this to a bigger level
They’re saying give me I see it as if you’re my enemy if you ain’t with me
Amaretto sours got me tipsy
I never slip I’m vigilant
The roads are risky for those who quickly react and get drawn out swiftly
I’m a G that’s why I live my life in peace
Major players in the game are rocking with a G
I’m taking out them suckers that was trying to get rid of me
If it’s war then it’s war that’s what it’s gotta be
But I would rather bless it after I hear the apology
Authenticity can’t be a wannabe
I’m rolling with my set and they’re upset but that don’t bother me
Thinking I’m a threat but that ain’t stopping me
I’m doing what I must cause God is giving me authority
People like myself are the minority
Because we make sure keeping it 100’s the priority
And that’s straight up
Taking over everything
I’m a major player

[Outro] (PREM ?)
Major players in the game (in the game) (in the game) (yeah)
Game (yeah)
Major players in the game (in the game) (in the game) (yeah)
Game (yeah)

Soundcloud Rapper Pretended to Have Coronavirus on a Plane

February 18, 2020 Azlyrics

An aspiring Soundcloud rapper was arrested earlier this week after announcing to a crowded plane that he was infected with coronavirus.

According to the Daily Dot, 28-year-old Canadian James Potok pulled the ill-advised “prank” on a WestJet flight from Toronto to Montego Bay, Jamaica in a cringeworthy attempt to go viral.

The coronavirus, which originated in China’s Wuhan province, has already reportedly led to the deaths of over 500 people. So, needless to say, his mid-flight declaration did not go over well with the flight crew and fellow passengers.

Following his announcement, the plane was forced to turn back and make an emergency landing back at Toronto Pearson International Airport, where Potok was escorted him off the plane to the boos of fellow passengers.

And though he admitted that the “joke” was in “poor taste,” Potok ultimately didn’t seem too remorseful, as he went on to tell CityNews that it was still “good for publicity” — which, honestly, just makes this all-around gross situation even worse.

At the very least, Potok was charged with mischief and breach of recognizance, and is expected back in court on March 9. It has yet to be seen whether he will face jail time.

Photo via Getty

Garibaldi – Banana Lyrics

January 29, 2020

In the island of Jamaica
Everybody loves banana

Mexicana like it (banana)
Hot, hot (banana)
Nice, nice (banana)
Sweet, sweet (banana)
Light, light (banana)
Fine, fine (banana)
Young girl like it (banana)
Old lady like it (banana)
She doesn’t like it (banana)
I don’t want it (banana)

Banana duro (banana)
Banana tieso (banana)
Banana perverso (banana)
Banana travieso (banana)
Banana chiquito (banana)
Banana sabroso (banana)

Banana sweet (banana)
Banana nice (banana)
Banana beat (banana)
Banana long (banana)
Banana nice (banana)
Banana sweet (banana)

Ay con mi cara bonita
Movinema movine

Yo tengo una bolita que me sube y me baja
Ay, que me sube y me baja
Yo tengo una bolita que me sube y me baja
Ay, que me sube y me baja
Sube, sube, sube que sube
Ay, ay ay
Sube la bolita y sube la bolita
Ay, ay ay
Me sube, me sube, me sube y me sube
Ay, ay ay
Sube la bolita y sube la bolita
Ay, ay ay

Yo tengo una bolita que me sube y me baja
Ay, que me sube y me baja
Yo tengo una bolita que me sube y me baja
Ay, que me sube y me baja
Yo tengo una bolita que me sube y me baja
Ay, que me sube y me baja
Sube, sube, sube que sube
Ay, ay ay
Sube la bolita y sube la bolita
Ay, ay ay
Me sube, me sube, me sube y me sube
Ay, ay ay
Sube la bolita y sube la bolita
Ay, ay ay

Tucutucutu, tucutucutu
Tucutucutu, tucutucutu

Ay con mi cara bonita
Movinema movine

Yo tengo una bolita que me sube y me baja
Ay, que me sube y me baja
Yo tengo una bolita que me sube y me baja
Ay, que me sube y me baja
Yo tengo una bolita que me sube y me baja
AY!

Purpmiya – Who Don’t Hear, Must Feel Lyrics

January 28, 2020

[Chorus]
I was gone for a minute but I’m back now nigga
Don’t wrestle too raw for the smackdown nigga
Broke niggas trynna pull ma card, go fishing
Buh all who don’t hear must feel, don’t listen

[Verse 1]
Momma told me son you the man of the house now
I was 16 rolling weed like I’m finna burn the house down
On Jesus, every Judas in my life getting crossed out
On me I’m done taking orders, I’m the boss now
Yea am the boss now
Diamonds on Voss
Got the water and the sauce now
Bum broke bitches
Crawling back because they lost now
Sorry ho you lost out
I don’t f**k with fake
Rather love you with ya faults and ya flaws out
I don’t f**k with the snakes
Get the mower amma have the cut the lawn down

[Verse 2]
Momma told me son I need money for the house now
I was 18 selling weed like I’m finna trap the house out
You can take me from Jamaica, but you can’t the yaad out
Treat Atlanta like Broadway when I bring the broads out
When I bring the broads out
Two foreign women always walking with the bras out
Finna pull the cars round
Feds might be tapping
Gotta hold off sending calls out
I don’t f**k with the lames
All ma niggas making money and we bossed out
I don’t have to run game
Tell your friends I wanna f**k
Il bring em all out

[Outro]
Gone for a minute but I’m back now nigga
Don’t wrestle too raw for the smackdown nigga
Trynna pull ma card, go fishing
Who don’t hear must feel, don’t listen

Alcool Club – Do Vinho Lyrics

January 27, 2020

[Intro]
A princípio é simples, anda-se sozinho
Passa-se nas ruas bem devagarinho
Está-se bem no silêncio e no borborinho
Bebe-se as certezas num copo de vinho
E vem-nos à memória uma frase batida:
“Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida!”

[Verso 1 – Montana]
Meu amigo é barato e fala pouco
Meia dúzia de trocos
Põe qualquer nigga louco
Pacote ou uma garrafa
Carrasco, boa pomada
Aqui bebe-se tudo
Ya, não se deixa nada

Tu aí, tens algo para beber?
Tens?
Deixa aqui, mothaf**ka vai-te foder
Enrolo uma amiga
Que gosta de estar comigo
Acompanha, mais o seu amigo
Os dois juntos fodem-me o juízo
Dou bafos, suavinhos
Fico mais tranquilo
Chama-me o que tu quiseres
Cada um tem o seu estilo
Bêbado ou pedrado, yah
Não ligo a isso
Mas vê-se que cá para mim
Tens um filho que também dá nisso

Discreto, mais um copo
Atitude f**king nessa mesa
Mais uma surpresa, vinho no meu copo
Xau, até logo
Até logo

Vestido de preto, mil histórias e um segredo
Tou no Inferno, vejo pessoas que conheço
Não sei se devo, ou mereço ficar fora
Ou deste devil kiss dá-me uma missão na Terra
“Montana, vai apanhar a pedra!”
Whisky, erva
Desço como subi
E apanhei uma granda tala
E acordei ali
Sim, sim
Porque é que nem Deus acredita em mim?
Montana a olhar para ti
Sim, sou eu mesmo
Porco, sujo e bêbado
Eu sei que não devo
Mas gosto da vida que levo
Pois posso parecer parvo
Que ideia
Apenas gosto da pedra
Beber, Montana
Beijinho, marijuana
Enche-me o copo
Abre o decote
Faz-me um broche
Até logo
Eras doido, eu sou louco
Agora o deserto come-te o corpo
Morto
Moca, bófia, fuga
Foder tanta puta até apanhar pulga
Check
Jack, SanguiBom, Montana
Toma ganza, mas primeiro
Quero um copo cheio
Com um cheiro a whisky velho
40 de volume e como de costume
Letras sem sentido
Mas quem é que disse que a moca tem sentido?
Niguinho
A cantar assim nem te safas no deserto
Moca, kaya, Mexicano, emigrante da Jamaica

[Praso]
Por causa
(Do Vinho)
Eu fico louco por causa
(Do Vinho)
Praso, Alcool Club, casa de
(Do Vinho)
A minha dama deixa-me por causa
(Do Vinho)
Sa foda, Alcool Club é
(Do Vinho)
O meu coração é feito
(Do Vinho)
Vinho todo dia, porque eu gosto
(Do Vinho)
O Sérgio Godinho gosta
(Do Vinho)
Gostamos todos de quê?
(Do Vinho)
Porque eu sou feito
(Do Vinho)
Alcool Club é feita
(Do Vinho)
Porque eu sou feito
(Do Vinho)
A minha tala é de
(Do Vinho)
Não vale a pena
Não me falas por causa
(Do Vinho)
Eu fico com a tala por causa
(Do Vinho)
Alcool Club é feita
(Do Vinho)
O copo está cheio
(Do Vinho)

Dj Ostkurve – Limbo Dance Lyrics

January 24, 2020

Let’s go on a holyday
Let’s go to Jamaica
Flyin’ to Mantigo Bay
Let’s go to Jamaica
Maybe find to hide away
Let’s go to Jamaica
We can limbo on the sand
To a steel drop-band
Limbo good
Limbo fine
Everybody gets a chanceC’mon and move your body downDo the limbo dance
Limbo good
Limbo fine
Everybody gets a chance
Clap your hand it’s party timeDo the limbo dance
You will hear the limbo song
When you’re in Jamaica
You’ll be dancing all night long
When you’re in jamaica
We can party on and on
When you’re in jamaica
Whe can limbo on the sand
To a steel drop-band
Limbo good
Limbo fine
Everybody gets a chanceC’mon and move your body downDo the limbo dance
Limbo good
Limbo fine
Everybody gets a chance
Clap your hand it’s party timeDo the limbo dance
Fantasies can all come true
Let’s stay in Jamaica
Gone in sunshine of youLet’s stay in Jamaica
Sleepin’ under skies of you
Let’s stay in Jamaica
We can limbo on the sandTo a steel drop-band
Limbo good
Limbo fine
Everybody gets a chanceC’mon and move your body downDo the limbo dance
Limbo good
Limbo fine
Everybody gets a chance
Clap your hand it’s party timeDo the limbo dance

Vybz Kartel – World Government Lyrics

January 15, 2020

[Intro]
Shabdon
And Addi Di Teacha, di one don

Why di yute dem hungry?
Why di gyal dem still a sell fi money?

[Hook]
Di people wah World Government, nothing else mek sense
Save ghetto yute, everybody get help
World Government, nothing else mek sense
Save ghetto yute, everybody get help
Weh yuh vote? WorlBoss, WorlBoss!
Everybody happy, all who a chop grass
Weh yuh vote? WorlBoss, WorlBoss!
Landslide victory
Bomborassclaat!

[Verse 1]
WorlBoss step inna parliament
Every ghetto yute a get a house and a Benz
Child molester dem a get a rope and a heng
Juvenile nuh sleep a road, we a put up all a dem
Set up di elderly dem is di root not di stem
Black woman a mek money like di day na nuh end
Education it affi free, nah fi spend
Nuh crime nuh gwan again mi link di shotta dem

[Hook]
World Government, nothing else mek sense
Save ghetto yute, everybody get help
World Government, nothing else mek sense
Save ghetto yute, everybody get help
Weh yuh vote? WorlBoss, WorlBoss!
Everybody happy, all who a chop grass
Weh yuh vote? WorlBoss, WorlBoss!
Landslide victory
Bomborassclaat!

[Verse 2]
Nuh police couldn’t tell lie a court
Squady weh do dat affi divorce from di force
Nuh more Chiney couldn’t come in, lock di coast
Foreign nah buy a just di weed dat fi smoke
Stop extradite, stop dat by tonight
Slavery use di ship, nowadays use di flight
Same thing, nothing change, fight fi we life
World inna power, unu alright

[Verse 3]
After school program
Knowledge addi key, a wi slogan
No man can say him owe man
My cabinet mek sure ghetto yute get rich like di boss dem a Portland
Everybody neck have on ice dem a wonder a where Jamaica get snow from
Bauxite factory mi build inna Clarendon

[Hook]
Di people wa World Government, nothing else mek sense
Save ghetto yute, everybody get help
World Government, nothing else mek sense
Save ghetto yute, everybody get help
Weh yuh vote? WorlBoss, WorlBoss!
Everybody happy, all who a chop grass
Weh yuh vote? WorlBoss, WorlBoss!
Landslide victory

Alika – Inspirame Lyrics

January 15, 2020

[Letra de “Inspirame”]

[Coro]
Inspirame
Inspírame que yo te inspiro
Vamos a caminar que yo camino contigo
Escúchame lo que te digo
Fue lo mejor que pasó haberte conocido
Inspírame que yo te inspiro
Vamos a caminar que yo camino contigo
Escúchame lo que te digo
Fue lo mejor que pasó haberte conocido

[Verso 1]
No fue entre tabaco ni botellas de ron
No fue en una fiesta bailando reggeaton
Tampoco una cosita del fin de semana
Mira hasta donde llegamos y de la nada
Si yo te conocí en una calle cualquiera
Suerte porque me había metido en un problema
Pusiste Al Green en el viejo stereo y dicen que el destino nos enredó

[Pre-coro]
Un poquito de Jamaica y otro de México
Juntos en la pobreza o contando dinero
Yo quiero más de esto no me canso
Veni conmigo vamos para el dancehall

[Verso 2]
No fue por mensaje, ni tampoco por chat
No fue que solías llamarme a mi celular
Cuando sos vieja escuela de ese bling no hay
Yo sabia que me pasabas a buscar
Mira yo te conozco te gusta la O.G
Yo sigo con suerte te tengo para mi
Que feo aquel día casi te perdí….
Pero Jah nos regaló más días para vivir

[Pre-coro]
Un poquito de Colombia y otro de Mexico
En la noches de lluvia o en los días de sol
Yo quiero más de esto no me canso
Veni conmigo vamos para el Dancehall

[Coro]
Te abrazo y nos fundimos
Como leona te cuido
Te alejo de lo malo
Se que te tengo conmigo
Ya no queda mas dudas
Se quita la amargura
Tu amor es verdadero
Hace que todo me lo suba

iLoveMakonnen – I REMEMBER Lyrics

January 14, 2019 Azlyrics

I just, think about all my past times
Get on these fuckin’ tracks and make these words rhyme
I don’t even sell no dimes, cause I do not have no time
But I used to reminisce when me and my homies was on the grind
All the time, tryna shine cause we need them new things
Now a boy got pinky rings, switching lanes with 6 chains
I don’t even give a fuck, used to have a black truck
All the way in zip codes that I do not go no mo
Oh shit, I got shows every motherfuckin’ weekend
Me and my best friends ain’t fuckin’ speakin
‘ Got friends from down under arrivin’ in the morning
Tell ’em that Makonnen is the best thing goin
Worldwide, now you know it, finally I can show it
Young boy in the city lookin’ like I’m fuckin’ growin’
All the way with the moon, ocean sun when it be snowin
‘ I don’t know how I got it, I’m so thankful for the flowin’
My friends, once again, when they come back around
I remember all night, we was sellin’ that brown
To some motherfuckin’ junkies, I was actin’ like a monkey
Swingin’ off them god damn trees
Makin’ hunnid of them things
All damn night with the white, now a nigga barely see
Any type of fuckin’ drugs, who the fuck is me?
I just once was a young boy, on the fuckin’ corner
Sellin’ all this dope from Atlanta to California
And now I brought it back all the way to the West
Cuz them niggas in the East said that I was one of the best
So I’m like, let me go, see if the rumors true
When I step off in the room, niggas be mad at who?
When I step in studios, niggas tryna sound like who, now
God damn, I ride around in black fuckin’ coupes now
Don’t even need to pick it up
Nigga come deliver me
Feel like i’m dominos the way they fucking playing me
Oh shit is a game
Nigga love my last name
Girls want my last name
I switch them with my last game
Hit em with some new shit
Like how the fuck he do it
I remember being in church staring at the pool pissed
Like goddamn that water could make me feel stronger
Then i see that preacher daughter get killed by a gang banger
On the fucking corner and em girls was out here singing songs
Bout sweet jesus and how he was gon come back home
Put my whole family on as they fucking waiting
Niggas on the east side out here still hating
Cause they know that i’m great when i’m came from the south
Now i’m hottest in the north ain’t shit else to talk bout
I’m like damn Uncle Sam who the fuck is donald trump
These niggas done fucked up
Presidents be going up
Now the life in america is all about the money have no time for no jokes
Man ain’t seeing shit funny when my friends fucking dying and drugs fucking colliding everyday in communities
Bitches wanna do me
Niggas out here shooting bullets when we riding pass i’m like oh shit what happened i forgot about my dad
Cause that nigga did me wrong way back in ‘96 now i’m feeling like a bad dog
Looking like michael vick
Out here switching fucking teams can’t find my fucking path
I’m on the fucking road feeling so damn glad
That i have fucking twice another day at life
I remember last week when i felt like a bum
Shit be fucking popping now like a nigga is bubble gum
I remember being so broke i couldn’t afford no bubble yum
Now i’m see now and laters riding around in the latest jaguars supercars saying i’m a super star
And my mom came to my release
Thank god for warner but
Man i never swore that i would leave california
When i was young i felt dumb thought i had to be gang banging
Out here fucking slanging drugs but now all these songs i’m singing
I can’t think about no hook
History about these books all i know is fucking dope fiends and a few crooks that fucking switch they ways off in the usa
Now i feel like gps when i’m using that waze
In the app i can snap on any fucking rap but a nigga hate on me at the same time give me dap
I used to be a young fool now i’m feeling smarter
Goddamn thank god im feeling like a scholar
Didn’t go to college unless it was for beauty
Now the girls love me they want me out in movies
I done sign a stupid deal with a new agency
Hope they put me on a fucking tv show on channel E
Goddamn i’m entertaining oh shit ain’t complaining
Cause the money that i’m making is enough to buy jamaica uh
I love it but sometimes i dont uh
I think i’ll stay but sometimes i won’t
I swear that i should leave what’s is up my sleeve
Everybody hating, hating on me
So i fly all the time when i look at the moon
I remember being home making songs in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember when i was young making songs in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember making all these songs back in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember making songs in my room

With my dogs little two pit bulls
Man one of them just died i swear this shit ain’t cool
I been hurting so bad i can’t even call my dad
Thank god i got my mom hope that she ain’t feeling sad
Bout them rumors going round in the town
What they saying that i’m fucking new asian that i’m looking like satan
All i’m doing is K and the coke all night
I’m like momma no i’m not but she know i sold that white
So it might not sound to fucking far fetch
Plus you losing all this weight
Man you looking kinda sick
I’m like man no i’m not i be running in the morning
I’m practicing for the world stage so i can put a show on that is as good as beyoncé
Look for my fiancé
Retire off this rap shit
Chillin in a bungalow
Goddamn dont need no hoes
I just need the fucking cash
I remember being broke couldn’t afford fucking the dash
That’s the of us that be riding on western ave
I remember being down there crying for my dad
He like fuck you im leaving
I was out there weeping
Now i’m the man from akron to Cleveland
And beyond doing songs you know i can fucking snap
I be out here looking in the audience waiting for claps
But these niggas don’t give me claps
They just give me stank eye
So i’ve hit them with that whip
Cook that chicken one time
Now your girl said she wanna meet a kid backstage
I know what she really want just to hit it backstage and fuck around and break a condom so she could have my child and when a nigga fall off she said that i ain’t shit now
But i never will fall off cause i never got on
I’m the same little kid making songs in my room
Now when i fucking fly i just stare at the room at the moon in my room
At the same time im feeling like a bride and a groom
Why won’t somebody come and marry me
I been smoking all night i should fucking pay the fee to the goddamn smokers club weight i be be going up
Goddamn nobody fuck with me since i haven’t been going up on a fucking tuesday but i got new news today
I can make plenty songs slow it down anyway
All in the usa they know that i’m leaving soon
I remember making songs staring at the moon in my room
Now when i fly i just stare at the moon cause i remember making songs in my room
Now when i fly i just stare at the moon
Cause i remember being alone
Just making these songs in my room
Making these songs in my room
I remember being alone in my room
Starting at the moon

Migos – Intro Lyrics

December 15, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: Takeoff]
My weed from Jamaica, my money older than Sega
Bust it open, then wait up, tell m, work out, then re-up

[Hook: Takeoff]
My diamonds sparkling, I be like the sargent
Pull up in the Astin Martin, leave in a Burperry carpet
Migo the label, but no no playing with paper
My shirt tiger striped, my shoes aligater
With the plug, never see it
Wip them chickens and pidgens, cokina and midgets, touch it, I flip it

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
I remembered in school, teacher talkin bout history
I was tryna make history, up in that house in Beverly
I just called my jeweller, tell him bring me my rolly
In that muscle car, 12 pull me over for flexin

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I got sweet and sour chicken, lemon, go get me some beef
I got soldiers in the streets, I’m commander and chief
When the Js hit the dope, I bet those nose bleed
I got a plug from Mixico, and one plug that’s chinese
Bad bitch on my team, do whatever I please
Thick thais, brown eyes, she finesse you with eze
Think the jeweller got me sick, a chew, I sneez
Someone get me a key, I’ll just rest in peace
Last nigga try to jump, left him deceased
Then we dumped him in the river, body still won’t be seen

[Verse 3: Offset]
I’m a cool individual, selling dope, that’s my principle
Young like the siminals, baking soda a chemical
I done made it out vakent, had to lie on David
Keep the pistol like Peet, and keep the knife like I’m Jason
I ain’t Gigga for nothing, tell m fishing for money
Gotta bumblebee building, me and my crew, that’s some hundreds
Took the truck to Bahamas, pick the plug up from London
I be sellin so many fishes, call me Offset Benny Hanna
And the 9 is my ratchet, trappin and stampin on matress
Singing Tony Braxtin, and they all wet like napkins
Biggest bitches, I’m cravin, got that dope, so come taste it
No, my swag is not basic, pull up with a strap, no laces

Nicki Minaj – Coco Chanel lyrics

August 11, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: Foxy Brown, Nicki Minaj & JBeatzzz]
Whole lotta gang shit
Beatz
Oh, uh, ugh, ayo Chun, ayo Chun
We back on that Coco shit, nigga, number one, uh
Whole lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, girl
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Kick for my stomach, let’s go!

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, he got me like a coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, if I’m in the Gurkha, then they in the back of it
If I tell ’em eat food, then they make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then they make a plaque of it
Know we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they gon’ put the whack on it
She got the Nicki bundles, word to Stack on it
That’s word to Brooknam, that’s word to Bucktown
That’s word to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on ’em, I spray sheen on ’em
That’s word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on ’em
I’m mad Queens on ’em, with mad schemes on ’em
I never scale back, the triple beams on ’em
My ice gleams on ’em, Wu-Tang creams on ’em
I pull up on the block bumpin’ Biggie “Dreams” on ’em
A nigga greased on ’em, but I freezed on ’em
I light breezed on ’em, I might breeze on ’em
Might do it like it’s Christmas and light trees on ’em
I see the copycats bitin’ my steez on ’em

[Verse 2: Foxy Brown & Nicki Minaj]
Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
That’s my word to Big, I’ma murder them rasclaats
All black Chloe straps, gally I’ma skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dirty that
Puss dem I chat bout, back like I never left
Went down when I come ’round, all y’all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, back on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y’all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal a back it up
Coco ‘pon my foot dem, C’s pon my likkle pretty red bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem [?]
[?]
The bloodclaat [?]
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
[?] clip [?]
Gun slingers, let me see y’all gun fingers
Y’all bitches dick riders
Little Nicki’s, little Inga [?]

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
He got me like a coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Foxy plus one, it’s me young Chun
And me, I can fuck up the place, I’m done
So tell ’em run, come and bring a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don’t make us or break us, word to young guns
Put your hands up
Unless they ever do it, tell’ em fi recognize
Unuh dem fi fi real vibes
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don’t miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I’m physically fine
Who she? It’s like we know she dyin’
Bitch ain’t see Billboard in 2017
Had to drop Queen on ’em like a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the jelly team
Keepin’ it a hundred, that’s a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Azealia Banks – Chi Chi lyrics

May 25, 2018 Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
Hands up, it’s a hold up
Keep them pies hot nigga, pack the heater in the holster
Slip the clip in and pop it, they tried to G me on the quota
I could picture ya noggin’ rockin’, you peasy on the corner
I stretch it with the soda
Whip the cream to the top, pot Betty with the shoulder
Got the keys to the drop top, but I’m in the Rover
Keep them fiends on that clock, clock, came to get the dough up

[Hook]
Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the –

[Verse 2]
Hear my Lexus purr, I just crept to jers
Got genuine leather interi and my texture fur
Icy bezel, I’m freezy and my necklace splurge
Watch me run up on them niggas with that tech and burst
Now niggas wreck their dough for my X and O
La Perla provocateur lace, I feed ’em sex and blow
Chi Chi got it from some gualas in Calexico
Click-c-click, blam, you be next to go

[Bridge]
Sittin’ in the drop-top
Got money in my pocket, drugs in the glove box
I don’t even like ya
(Don’t wanna be nothin’ near like ya)

[Verse 3]
All of my bitches get money they made
All of my niggas is handsome with waves
All of these rappers is pussy
You heard they be stuntin’ on wax but they really afraid
You a hi-top with a cut on your fade
Harlem shaked in the middle of the fuckin’ parade
Told you to put some respect on my name
And stop talkin’ that shit, put that check on my name
Uh, put the check in my name
Weather advisor, we can’t stop the rain
I do not have time to entertain lames
Won’t say no names ’cause I won’t give you fames
Gang-gang-gang-gang, bang-bang-bang-bang
My niggas gorillas and orangutans
Live from the zoo, this the new 212
When I move with the crew, y’all bird niggas can’t hang

[Hook / Outro]
Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo

Fergie – L.A. Love (La La) lyrics

May 20, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
Mustard on the beat

[Verse 1]
Uh, tell ’em where I’m from
Finger on the pump make the sixth straight jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the west side east coast where you at
Just got to new york like a gnat on a jet
To London, to Brazil, to Quebec
Like the whole damn world took effect to Ferg
Tell ’em

Said back slow down
Better represent when we come to your town
Laid back slow down
Whatchu represent when we come to your town
Say

Get in with the business
Ima be there in a minute
I just booked a pilot’s ticket
Thinking Russia needs a visit
I’ma run it to the limit
And be on my way to Venice

[Chorus]
L.A. got the people saying la la la la la
Brooklyn saying la la la la la
Halcyon saying la la la la la
Vegas saying la la la la la
Rio saying la la la la la
Tokyo saying la la la la la
Down under saying la la la la la
Miami saying la la la la la
Jamaica

Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how we go

[Verse 2]
Uh tell em where I’m at
From the plaques to the uh uh
Everything fat
Got Mustard on a track
My girls all stack
When I roll down the window, let me know where you’re
Atlanta, North South kick it ‘lac
Texas grill, Cadillacs through Miami then back
To London, Jamaica then France
The whole damn world took effect to Ferg, tell’em

Said back slow down
Better represent when we come to your town
Laid back slow down
Whatchu represent when we come to your town
Say

[Chorus]
L.A got the people sayin’ la la la
Moscow, sayin’, la la la
España, la la la
Kingston, sayin’ la la la
San Diego sayin’ la la la
Chi-Town sayin’ la la la
Germany, sayin’ la la la
La Punta sayin’ la la la
Ibiza

Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how we go
Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how we go

[Chorus]
L.A got the people sayin’ la la la
Amsterdam, sayin’, la la la
Frisco sayin’, la la la
Switzerland sayin’, la la la
Sao Paulo sayin’, la la la
Joburg sayin’, la la la
Mexico sayin’, la la la
Stockholm sayin’, la la la
Jamaica

You on that Cali shit
…
You like to like it
We like seeing it
Yes you can join us now
We like to love it
We like to love it
We like to love it

Fergie – L.A. Love (La La) (Remix) lyrics

May 20, 2018 Azlyrics

(feat. YG)

[Intro]
(La la la la la)
(La la la la la)
(La la la la la)
(La la la la la)

[Verse 1]
Uh, tell ’em where I’m from
Finger on the pump, make the 6 straight jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the west side, east coast where you at?
Just got to New York like a net on a jet
To London, to Brazil, to Quebec
Like the whole damn world took effect to Ferg
Tell ’em

[Pre-Hook 1]
Laid back, slow down
Better represent when we come to your town
So lay back, slow down
Whatchu represent when we come to your town
Say, get in with the business
I’ma be there in a minute
I just booked a Paris ticket
Thinking Russia need a visit
I’ma run it to the limit
And be on my way to Venice

[Hook 1]
L.A. got the people saying (la la la la la)
Brooklyn saying (la la la la la)
Hacienda saying (la la la la la)
Vegas saying (la la la la la)
Rio saying (la la la la la)
Tokyo saying (la la la la la)
Down under saying (la la la la la)
Miami saying (la la la la la)
Jamaica

[Post-Hook]
Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how it goes

[Verse 2]
Uh, tell ’em where I’m at
From the plaques to the (uh uh)
Everything fat
Got Mustard on a track
My girls all stack
When I roll down the window, let me know where you’re
Atlanta, north-south cack a lack
Texas grill, Cadillacs through Miami then back
To London, Jamaica, then France
The whole damn world took effect to Ferg
Tell ’em

[Pre-Hook 2]
Get in with the business
When I come from Kansas City
Hit Manila till it’s Christmas
Out to India I’ll visit
Puerto Rico is exquisite
Bring my people back to Venice

[Hook 2]
L.A. got the people saying (la la la la la)
Moscow saying (la la la la la)
España (la la la la la)
Kingston saying (la la la la la)
San Diego saying (la la la la la)
Chi town saying (la la la la la)
Germany saying (la la la la la)
La Puente saying (la la la la la)
Ibiza

[Verse 3: YG]
W-E-S-T S-I-DE
Where you from? I’m from west side California baby
Brought her and fucked in our backyard, the minute it ain’t hard
My mama be like “YG you so brazy”
Have you ever seen a gangsta nigga make a billion dollars?
Dre did it, he from L.A so pop yo collar
The LAPD be all over me
Tryin’ to ban me from my own bity
But for no reason the cops just kill me
Home of the Rodney King riots this shit been wild
I hit the club and party like I scored a touchdown
I pop a bottle and all the models wanna fuck now
We jammin’ on Pico, bustin’ hoes on Sunset
I could take you to Venice Beach and watch the sun set
Or I could take you to the Blippers game, court seat, floor side
Eatin’ on Roscoe’s chicken wings

[Hook 3]
L.A got the people saying (la la la la la)
Amsterdam saying (la la la la la)
Frisco saying (la la la la la)
Switzerland saying (la la la la la)
Sao Paulo saying (la la la la la)
Jo’burg saying (la la la la la)
Mexico saying (la la la la la)
Stockholm saying (la la la la la)
Jamaica
(La la la la la)

[Outro]
You on that Cali shit
Profit [?] feel whatever
You like to like it
We legalizing it
Yes you can join us now
We like to love it
We like to love it
We like to love it

A$AP Ant – Acne Jeans lyrics

May 18, 2018 Azlyrics

(feat. LuLu P)

[Hook: A$AP Ant]
Uh, look at my bitch, she lit
Look at the sauce, it drip
Prada, look at the kicks
Suckin’ my dick, no kiss
Got an outfit, can’t afford it
So many swags in my closet
[?] my pocket [?] they keep fallin’
Bentley my truck got me parallel parking

[Verse 1: A$AP Ant]
Gun like a blunt we gon’ pull up and spark ’em
Got a white bitch and she came from Wisconsin
Fucked her then eat her [?]
Stackin’ my Acne, my pants they keep fallin’
Go to Jamaica to swim with the dolphins
Out of this world, man I feel like a martian
Own the whole building I don’t need apartments
[?]

[Verse 2: LuLu P]
4 white bitches with me at the garden
And another young nigga going harder
On a nigga top like a barber
Filled with the infantry, they wanna get with me
Baby is you [?]
These bitches they know how I came in
These niggas dickriding [?]
I know you niggas tender
I put your bitch in a blender (aye)
You got that bitch off of Tinder
I know you niggas beginners
[?]
Bitch, I just do it like the night check
[?] 1, 2, mic check
I do this shit for the right check
I know the thrill [?] like that
I’m from MD bitch I’m like that
Bitch [?] mic check
Your baby daddy he tight cap
She sent the message through snap cat
They send the pussy through Snapchat
These niggas skinny they rap snap
Pull around you get blasted

[Hook: A$AP Ant]
Look at my bitch, she lit
Look at the sauce, it drip
Prada, look at the kicks
Suckin’ my dick, no kiss
Got an outfit, can’t afford it
So many swags in my closet
[?] my pocket [?] they keep fallin’
Bentley my truck got me parallel parking

Tory Lanez – Can Lyrics

May 18, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro{ Tory Lanez]
And all my New York girls
Oh, and all my Latina girls
Yeah, yeah to my LA girls
Girls around the world

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Only call when you want somethin’
Sexy lady, [??] fuck for me like you on somethin’
Willy tops [??] boo boo like Nundada
Cock it up so back it down, buy me a [??] (hmm)

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
You got some, somebody
I got somebody too
Wine on me
Go slowly
I’m into you

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
And I know you know I’ll fuck you better than he can
And I know you know you’ll fuck me better than she can
So why we playing games when we can?
When I know, I know I’ll fuck you better than he can
Come on it
Somali
Sip on me
East African girl, she on me
Jamaica, Tobogga, Barbados
[??]
They scream “Ai carico”
Dominicana, Cubana, Columbiana
I’m on you mama (hmm)

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
She a beg for this when in advance we just saw one bodmans dances
I need it like weed and herb, oh
See she movin’, she groovin’, ooh I like her stance
Just me and her like meanies, oh girl

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Singers and martyrs
Broke it down wine and you fling it to pada
Broke down wine and you bring it to pada
Bring it to father
Deal with the martyrs

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
You got some, somebody
I got somebody too
Wine on me
Go slowly
I’m into you

Robin Thicke – Blurred Lines (feat. T.I. & Pharrell) lyrics

May 3, 2018 Azlyrics

[Pharrell & Robin Thicke Intro:]
Everybody get up, WOO!
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

[Robin Thicke Verse 1:]
If you can’t hear what I’m trying to say
If you can’t read from the same page
Maybe I’m going deaf
Maybe I’m going blind
Maybe I’m out of my mind

[Robin Thicke Bridge:]
Ok, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you’re an animal
Baby, it’s in your nature
Just let me liberate you
You don’t need no papers
That man is not your maker
And that’s why I’m gon’ take a

[Robin Thicke Hook:]
Good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You’re a good girl
Can’t let it get past me
You’re far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you’re a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

[Robin Thicke Verse 2:]
What do they make dreams for
When you got them jeans on
What do we need steam for
You the hottest bitch in this place
I feel so lucky, you wanna hug me
What rhymes with hug me
Hey!

[Bridge:]
Ok, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you’re an animal
Baby, it’s in your nature
Just let me liberate you
You don’t need no papers
That man is not your maker
And that’s why I’m gon’ take a

[T.I. Verse 3:]
Hustle Gang Homie
One thing I ask of you
Lemme be the one you back that ass up to
From Malibu to Paris boo
Had a bitch, but she ain’t bad as you
So, hit me up when you pass through
I’ll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two
Swag on ’em even when you dress casual
I mean, it’s almost unbearable
In a hundred years not dare would I
Pull a Pharcyde, let you pass me by
Nothin’ like your last guy, he too square for you
He don’t smack that ass and pull your hair like that
So I’m just watching and waitin’
For you to salute the true big pimpin’
Not many women can refuse this pimping
I’m a nice guy, but don’t get confused, this pimpin’

[Robin Thicke Breakdown:]
Shake your rump
Get down, get up-a
Do it like it hurt, like it hurt
What you don’t like work
Hey!

[Robin Thicke Verse 4:]
Baby, can you breathe
I got this from Jamaica
It always works for me
Dakota to Decatur
No more pretending
Cause now you’re winning
Here’s our beginning
I always wanted a

[Pharrell & Robin Thicke Bridge:]
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey

[Pharrell & Robin Thicke Outro:]
Everybody get up, WOO!
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Sean Paul & David Guetta – Mad Love (feat. Becky G)

March 16, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: Becky G]
Jiggle up yuh body
Jiggle up yuh sinting

[Pre-Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (How you mean?)
Love me, love me like that
Poco poco, muy, muy lento (Zeen!)
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York (Woop, woop, woop, woop)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Becky G]
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love

[Verse 1: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Baby girl cau’ me lovin’ how your body fat
Gimme some a dat
Lovin’ how your booty pop when the beat drop
Come in my baby when you do it is a wrap
Love the energy when you fling it up back
Steppin’ in gyal you pepparin’, you ever look hot
Epic win gyal, you know say you never yet flop
I know I see weh mi wah fi attack
Mi eye deh ‘pon she, precise and exact

[Pre-Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Good lord, girl, yuh going so hard (Woo)
Girl your legs look the best when I’m spreadin’ the two apart
(Oh, yeah yeah yeah)
Good lord, why you going so hard? (Do it, girl)
Boy, I’m tryna to be good but you’re making me be so bad
(Bidi, bang, bang, bang)
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (How you mean?)
Love me, love me like that
Poco poco, muy, muy lento (Zeen!)
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York (Woop, woop, woop, woop)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (Bidi bang)
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo (Woop, woop, woop, woop)
Love me, give me some mad love (Bidi, bang, bang, bang)

[Verse 2: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Spin like a propeller you a da in ting
Spin my girl, cau’ you know how to swing
Jiggle up your body, Jiggle up di sinting
Unquestionable you a run the sinting
Stepping in, ’bout to get it but you ever look hot
I’m the queen, boy, you know that you never yet flop
Are yoy ready fi a night of loving wid the stamina king?
Mi hear you body callin’

[Pre-Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Good lord, girl, yuh going so hard (Woo, woo, woo)
Girl your legs look the best when I’m spreadin’ the two apart
(Oh, yeah yeah yeah)
Good lord, why you makin’ it so hard?
Ain’t it good enough for you
You ready break down my guard (Bing, bing, bing)
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (Let go)
Love me, love me like that
Poco poco, muy, muy lento
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York
(Bidi, bang, bang, bang)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (Bidi, bang, bang, bang)
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (Woop, woop, woop, woop)

Chris Brown – I Love Her Lyrics

October 31, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Oh yeah

[Verse 1]
Baby, I know you gon’ blame me for every problem (na na no, yeah)
Know everybody got some skeletons in their closet (oh yeah, huh)
You’re always saying I don’t love you right? (I know you would, huh)
And now you looking for somebody that’s gon’ do you better
I know you fuck with bitches, hope they get you wetter
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I hope you niggas get some bitches in Jamaica
Me no gon’ deal with fuck freaky, just paper
I know you better, when we all alone
Fuck a text message or a letter, bitch, we grown
Bein’ sneaky and fuckin’ with a lame nigga
Live your life, bet you, you won’t be the same nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
They say haters be in they feelings
I’ve been a sucka for the love, gotta let it go
‘Cause I see that you love different
My homies always tryna tell me nigga, let her go

[Chorus]
But I love, I love her, I love her, I can’t let it go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I love, I love her, I can’t let it go (oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma do what I got to do, baby
But I love, I love, I love her, I can’t let her go

[Verse 2]
When I lick the pussy, don’t hear talkin’
I’m not gonna, I’m gon’ haffi find a way out
You want that boxer right now, get me vexed, turn the lights down
Don’t let these girls fuck your head up
I wanna lick it so you tell your bitches I did my thing
Even though you said you wouldn’t say nothin’
Tryna get your bitches away from me
Pour up a eight up, I just light some

[Pre-Chorus]
They say haters be in they feelings
I’ve been a sucka for the love, gotta let it go
‘Cause I see that you love different
My homies always tryna tell me nigga, let her go

Rick Ross – Tiptoe’n

October 20, 2017 Azlyrics

[Chorus]
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me

[Verse 1]
Flowers for the bitches, bottles for my dawgs
I got coupes in the yard so I fuck ’em all
I got Bally’s on my feet, the money on my mind
All year we run around like it’s the summertime
Ship my Bentley to Jamaica, "what the bumbaclot?"
My bitch dressed to the floor, that pussy Rastafari
Top shotta told me, "[? batty boy]"
Kidnapping charges, walk up in the with John Gotti’s lawyer
I’m tiptoe’n out the court, hope you don’t speak to me
Just respect a nigga name or die peacefully
I don’t fuck with sucka’ niggas, that’s the other side
And they still do B&E, that’s on my brotha side

[Verse 2]
The bitches for the playas, guns for the goonies
I’m addicted to this way, I’m accustomed to movie
Cigars in the mornin’, lobsters and the omelette
Your vibe not the vibe if money not the topic
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hop in the 650
Got another young nigga gettin’ rich with me
I’m flossing just to floss, I hustle to the core
I said the biggest boss, I always wanted more
Real estate, you gotta’ see a nigga gates
[?],cell phones on his waist
You know the streets will come all hell up in the ‘fits
I went and got the stick, they said it’s hit or miss
I’m still fuckin’ bitches out the magazine
Better log-on young niggas havin’ things
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, nigga
I bumped into Carmelo in the Wraith, nigga

[Verse 3]
Touch a couple dollars, time to pay your taxes
Keep another seven figures in a pissy mattress
Forbes list, five years, niggas started clappin’
Feds indicted half the city so I started rappin’
Her baby-daddy went to prison, shorty started strippin’
Then I got a pint of sirrup and we started sippin’
I pull up in a Wraith, them bitches saw the difference
Stop dissin’ pussy niggas, ain’t no competition
When you pull up to the crib you see the waterfalls
You would think that I produced TLC Waterfalls
Them boys was sellin’ crack while they was smokin’ speed
This only type of profit come from overseas

Trippie Redd – Rack City-Love Scars 2 (feat. Foreverantipop & Chris King)

October 3, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Ooh, ayy
14, 14, 14, babe yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd}
In rack city counting up a four
I was trapping, getting it by my ‘lone
Rocket got them pints for the low
Chris got the rocket, he gon’ blow
Murder what she wrote
We came through and took her soul
She want that dick then she get boned
Rack city blowing dope, bitch
She off the molly and the coke, bitch
You wan’ touch then you get poked, bitch
Run my hood like the pope pope, bitch

[Verse 2: FOREVER ANTi PoP]
They thought I was dead but I’m still alive
I just needed time to relax bitch
I just needed time, now I’m back bitch
The money coming faster than it ever did
Please play this at my funeral
If I die tomorrow tell my mama that I’m sorry for the life I chose
But this the life I chose
Mama I’m sorry
This is the life for me
Nobody loves me but me
Nobody loves me but me
I fucked my girl last week
Told her get on her knees
Then she sucked on my D
Then that bitch hit the streets, she ain’t fuckin’ with me

[Interlude: Trippie Redd & FOREVER ANTi PoP]
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more, no more

[Verse 3: Chris King]
I see more tombstones than the undertaker
And if we fuck now we can’t cuddle later
The chopper make roaches scatter, fuck a huddle breaker
This MAC, I aim it at your face, I cannot make up
Brrat, I got the pounds and that ain’t from Jamaica
Smoke, this thing I’m shooting fuck up god’s creation
Ah, you the best, who am I replacing
Woah, oh that’s a vest? well it’s your mind I’m aimed at
Scars of love from warfare with automatics
Bullets burn like lava, chopper spitting volcanic
Codeine and percocets, spend a kidney and a liver
Stupid bitch fuck me over, I get it, I still miss her woah

[Outro: Trippie Redd]
In rack city counting up a four
I was trapping, getting it by my ‘lone

Busta Rhymes – Girlfriend (feat. Tory Lanez & Vybz Kartel)

October 2, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo this shit sound like
This shit sound like the welcome music when you just landed in Kingston, Jamaica on a private nigga!
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air ( show em!) and let em’ know girlfriend

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Mommy on the dance floor she shake for me
Okra , steam fish prepare for me
Introduce her to my mother in another country (Fuck no!)
Make sure you never test me
Two branch chop off
Boil up the sensi
[]
Selector dem a play tune and me a MC
Or nah! Or nah! a Or nah me say Or nah !
All a the gyal them weh a dance u need fi go slow
Yeah yeah
Mom inna me section she a undress for me
In case you don’t, everything bless for me, Yeah!
Boof Baaf! beat a little boy carefully Koof Kaaf!
Beg you to watch here for me
Shoot that!
Gyal pull down your brazier for me
A you that ?

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air ( show em!) and let em’ know girlfriend

[Verse 2: Vybz Kartel]
Nicki Minaj booty squeeze it
Bet you say you love stew peas
Riri she have a fat coochie
Beyonce, big up Jay-Z
Ten gyal inna me Benz
Is a Sex-UV
Fuck pan the seat make the bedroom sleep
Plug in me matic fi go on the street
Look out the window, fucking police
Dawg oh no, who called the po-po that’s a no no
Me soon know who dweet
Loud with the weed me nuh care who see it
Busta which gyal that ? Who she ?
Babes ya forward ?

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air ( show em!) and let em’ know girlfriend

Verse 3: Tory Lanez

[]

Chorus (Busta Rhymes):
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air ( show em!) and let em’ know girlfriend

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
[]

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air ( show em!) and let em’ know girlfriend

[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
You can’t tell me this shit don’t feel like vacation
This shit feel like vacation nigga!

Island girls – Hood Celebrityy feat. Cardi B lyrics

September 10, 2017 Azlyrics

Lyrics Hood Celebrityy – Island Girls

Island girls
Wha ya know about island girls?
Island girls
Mi wanna tell ya ’bout island girls
Island giiirls
Guy, wha ya know about island giiirls?
Island giiirls
Lemme tell ya ’bout island giiirls.

No one can wind like my island girl
Act like a fly, that’s my island girl
Poppin’ champagne with my island girl
Come fly away to my island, girl.

Spanish gyal, me a dem freaky
Jamaicans, take ya man easy
Chinese gyals, they may talk to ta freely
Aye Hatian gyals, they may give it to you nasty
Trini giiirls, they love di body
Trini giiirls, they love to party
African giiirls, them all to party
African giiirls, them wan all di money
Whatever we do, tell nobody
Island giiirls like to have fun and party
Dress wit no panties
Gonna get a little bit nasty
Like right now
Like right now
Like right now
Like right now.

Island giiirls
Wha ya know about island giiirls?
Island giiirls
Mi wanna tell ya ’bout island giiirls
Island giiirls
Guy, wha ya know about island giiirls?
Island giiirls
Lemme tell ya ’bout island giiirls.

Island girl, island girl
Me a true Dominican girl, darling girl
My shi den kin a face up, bilingual
Watch me, no follow me
Rok, me no follow gyal
Me no
Me no
Me no, me no follow gyal
Watch dem a follow me
But me no follow gyal
Spill on the tip but me never give no time to chance it
Come to the coast to pay it my take
Gyal to expect us to ooh she can’t fix.

No one can wind like my island girl
Act like a fly, that’s my island girl
Poppin’ champagne with my island girl
Come fly away to my island, girl.

Time where?
Oh come air
Everything I got is all for you
Dem Haitian giiirls make me say ay, ay, ay
And you know it’s true
Oh yeah versuri-lyrics.info
All my island giiirls (all my island giiirls)
Yeah you know you run the world (you know you run the world)
The Caribbean giiirls (The Caribbean giiirls)
You know you run the world (you know you run the world)
Jamaica
Alize
Diana
Dominican
Got Cuba
Barbados
Antigua
Incinca.

Team rich – Meek Mill lyrics

September 10, 2017 Azlyrics

Lyrics Meek Mill – Team rich

Yeah, mmmmhm, turn the beat up a lil’ beat
Yeah, it should never be one nigga that’s the head of the crew
‘Cause if that one nigga go to jail, fall, die or somethin’, everybody falls
We live by this s**t
If you got money, you fall, it gon’ catch you
When the whole team rich.

Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we go get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich.

Really want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit but it don’t mean s**t
Look at what Po did to Mitch, hit him up for thirteen bricks
Niggas ain’t loyal, these b*tches ain’t loyal so we never trust ’em
I lay with that chopper, I sleep with one eye open these niggas’ll touch ya
I go to sleep with that Mech on the dresser
S**t, I feel like Tony Montana
Pray we don’t go to the slammer
They just got here for a hammer
I’m ’bout to go to Atlanta ‘fore I go banana
Payin’ these lawyer fees, coppers follow me, watch me, recordin’ me
P***y niggas, they said, they extortin’ me
Put a price on my head, try to order me
I’m like, look what this money s**t doin’ to me
It can make us or break us
I never fake with the fakers
I’m gettin’ money, s**t, I got your b*tch in Jamaica
Dutty whinin’, rolling papers
Never minding for your favors
f*ck, it’s time we do it major
We’ve been grinding for a minute
Bust a hundred with my niggas
That’s the only way I’m living.

You know I ride for my dawgs
It’s do or die for my dawgs
No switching sides on my dawgs
I done sold nickels and I done f*cked down with my dawgs
Nigga, it’s deep versuri-lyrics.info
We do not fall out for b*tches ’cause we done f*cked all of them b*tches
I’m alley-ooping these h**s, I get all my assists
You know I’m ball with my niggas
Time to get back on that trill s**t
Came in the game with some rare s**t
You came in the game with some bullshit
I turn it on when I wanna hit my kill switch
I make a mill’ quick, then I double up
I came from the bottom like a upper-cut
When the feds came, got the bubble-guts
S**t, I pray to god, it ain’t one of us
And I pray to god, I don’t f*ck this up
Bout to make a nigga get a hundred bricks
Passing, blowing s**t, probably blow this s**t
S**t, they said I can’t do a show and s**t
They ain’t notice it but I’m goin’ through it
I never show that s**t, I’m immune to it
I should kill these niggas, let my goons do it
I can smell the money, it coming soon to us.

Want the whole teaaam rich, want the whole teaaam rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole teaaam rich
See the whole teaaam rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole teaaam rich, want the whole teaaam rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole teaaam rich
See the whole teaaam rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we go get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team richhh.
Meek Mill lyrics
Video rich

Hood Celebrityy – Island Girls (feat. Cardi B, Josh X & Young Chow)

September 9, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro: Young Chow]
KSR READY DOEE!
[Hook: Hood Celebrity]
Island girls
Wha ya know about island girls?
Island girls
Mi wanna tell ya ’bout island girls
Island girls
Guy, wha ya know about island girls?
Island girls
Lemme tell ya ’bout island girls

[Refrain: Hood Celebrity]
No one can wind like my island girl
Act like a fly, that’s my island girl
Poppin’ champagne with my island girl
Come fly away to my island, girl

[Verse 1: Hood Celebrity]
Spanish gyal, me a dem freaky
Jamaicans, take ya man easy
Chinese gyals, they may talk to ta freely
Aye Hatian gyals, they may give it to you nasty
Trini girls, they love di body
Trini girls, they love to party
African girls, them all to party
African girls, them wan all di money
Whatever we do, tell nobody
Island girls like to have fun and party
Dress wit no panties
Gonna get a little bit nasty
Like right now
Like right now
Like right now
Like right now

[Hook: Hood Celebrity]
Island girls
Wha ya know about island girls?
Island girls
Mi wanna tell ya ’bout island girls
Island girls
Guy, wha ya know about island girls?
Island girls
Lemme tell ya ’bout island girls

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Island girl, island girl
Me a true Dominican girl, darling girl
My shi den kin a face up, bilingual
Watch me, no follow me
Rok, me no follow gyal
Me no
Me no
Me no, me no follow gyal
Watch dem a follow me
But me no follow gyal
Spill on the tip but me never give no time to chance it
Come to the coast to pay it my take
Gyal to expect us to ooh she can’t fix

[Refrain: Hood Celebrity]
No one can wind like my island girl
Act like a fly, that’s my island girl
Poppin’ champagne with my island girl
Come fly away to my island, girl

[Bridge: Josh X & (Hood Celebrity)]
Time where?
Oh come air
Everything I got is all for you
Dem Haitian girls make me say ay, ay, ay
And you know it’s true
Oh yeah
All my island girls (all my island girls)
Yeah you know you run the world (you know you run the world)
The Caribbean girls (The Caribbean girls)
You know you run the world (you know you run the world)
Jamaica
Alize
Diana
Dominican
Got Cuba
Barbados
Antigua
Incinca

Meek Mill – Team Rich Lyrics

September 8, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, mmm, turn the beat up a lil’ beat
Yeah, it should never be one nigga that’s the head of the crew
‘Cause if that one nigga go to jail, fall, die or somethin’, everybody falls
We live by this shit
If you got money, you fall, it gon’ catch you
When the whole team rich

[Chorus]
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich, want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit, see the whole team rich
See the whole team rich, want to see the whole team lit
My niggas so hungry, we got get that money and we ball forever
If you got some paper and I got some paper, if you fall, I’ma catch (I’ll catch you my nigga)
Want the whole team rich

[Verse 1]
Really want the whole team rich
Want to see the whole team lit but it don’t mean shit
Look at what pop did to Mitch, he done move thirteen bricks
Niggas ain’t loyal, these bitches ain’t loyal so we never trust ’em
I lay with that chopper, I sleep with one eye open these niggas’ll touch ya
I go to sleep with that Mac on the dresser
Shit, I feel like Tony Montana
Pray we don’t go to the slammer
They just got here for a hammer
I ’bout to go to Atlanta before I go banana
Prayin’ these lawyer fees, coppers follow me, watch me, recordin’ me
Pussy niggas, they said, they ain’t started me
Put a price on my head, try to order me
I’m like, look what this money shit doin’ to me
It can make us or break us
I never fake with the fakers
I’m gettin’ money, shit, I got your bitch in Jamaica
Dirty whinin’, rolling papers
Never minding for your favours
Fuck, it’s time we do it major
We’ve been grinding for a minute
Bust a hundred with my niggas
That’s the only way I’m living

[Verse 2]
You know I ride for my dawgs
It’s always down for my dawgs
No switching sides on my dawgs
I done sold nickels and now they fuck [?] with my dawgs
Nigga, it’s deep
We do not fall out for bitches ’cause we done fucked all of them bitches
I’m alley-ooping these hoes, I get all my assistants
You know I’m ball with my niggas (Woo)
Time to get back on that trill shit
Came in the game with some real shit
You came in the game with some bullshit
I turn it on when I wanna hit my kill switch
I make a mill’ quick, then I double up
I came from the bottom like a upper-cut
When the feds came, got the bubble-guts
Shit, I pray to god, it ain’t one of us
I pray to god, I don’t fuck this up
But then make a nigga get a hundred bricks
Passing, blowing shit, probably blow this shit
Shit, they said I can’t do a show and shit
They ain’t know the shit that I’m goin’ through
I never show that shit, I’m immune to it
I should kill these niggas, let my goons do it
I can smell the money, it coming soon to us

G Herbo – 4 Minutes of Hell Part 5 Lyrics

September 2, 2017 Azlyrics

Yall know what the fuck this is
Yall know exactly what this is

My lil cousin in the county fighting quadruple bodies
But when he beat it, we in Egypt, need a newer hobby
He beat his robbery, went back faster than a Maserati
Everybody in the race, I’m tryna cop Bugatti’s
Lost my ?? a year, but ain’t nobody rob me
We’ll come shoot up the party, ain’t no Lodi Dodi
I got niggas calling my phone from the federales
Told me niggas breaking bad, ain’t sent him 20 dollars
I remember breaking bread with like 20 heads
Imagine me behind the walls for like 20 years
Feeling like I’m dead, I couldn’t even make my bed
I ain’t have no spread
Project still 10 toes bitch and only got 1 leg
Niggas only had 1 life to live, never got no bread
Can’t think back on his decisions now he ain’t got no head
Niggas don’t really be clapping that lead
Yeah, really be scared
My niggas gon’ hop out killing instead
Make sure you cover them dreads
You in the streets better cover your tracks
You can’t talk to that hoe when you going to bed
Wonder how you end up shot in the back
Same way she was for you, that hoe going again
Next thing you know that hoe going again
Yeah gone with the wind
Bitches don’t know when I’m calling again
Next week I’m all in her friends
.40 Glock all in my drawers again
To walk through the mall again
I made 50 songs, had to ball again
Bitch go leak em all again
I’m making songs like Future, I got a future
And I be up with the roosters
Fuck niggas really be losers, really be using
Thats why I’m dolo as usual
And that’s why I tote my own pole with the shooters
I can’t be in this shit snoozing
If a nigga ain’t shooting he ducking or running
And I can’t be in this shit choosing
I remember I used to just play with a 100
Then graduated to 2’s
I remember I used to just bag up them onions
Then graduated to moving
And really my life is a movie
Real diamonds and gold in my jewerly
If you think you gon’ make it, nigga come take it
It do not matter, got Uzi’s
Told my Jeweler to make it, 80 point bracelet
Now ain’t no wonder she naked
Told lil bro to get closer to knock off his face
Cuz we don’t get niggas mistaken

Yeah we fry niggas like bacon
We find niggas like Taken
I’m from 0-7-9
I’m dropping 5’s
And I’m still slamming the rake’s
Still grippin four nickels and S 550’s
This what ima slide on the jakes in
They can’t catch me cuz them squad cars basic
Me and foenem up in our cars racing
Ain’t no pulling over, so we in hot cars daily
And we ain’t instagraming shit, ain’t no haha Davis
I got the gun with the light and the laser
I live my life and the light is amazing
I used to lean on a lot of the lazy
I would just lay back literally lettin her lick me
She did it long like my lady
I think her name was Lindsey, Lala, Lisa, Laura
I’ll get with her later
But I know I’m gon get this to this paper
Yeah I gotta get to the guap
If I don’t ima get on a caper
Soon as I used to get on the block
Police tryna give a nigga the vapor
Why they thinkin I’m gettin niggas knocked off
I’m somewhere way out here in Jamaica
Now I’m gettin a nigga knocked right off the map
Cuz my paper major
Everyday of my life I talk to Cap
He said don’t go to no major
So I ain’t go to no major
Still get major paper
Ain’t got no events, we hit a 100 bands
I been fucking hoes that had another man
See 2 50’s on the weekend, that was running in
We still counting rolls, traveling for shows
30 in bulk, 20 and 30 a show
Ain’t’ fucking no dirty hoes
No I ain’t broke no more
My mama don’t live in the hood no more
I ain’t in the hood no more
I barely pop out in the hood no more
And the henny ain’t worth it no more
Nah I ain’t working no more
I ain’t tryna blow 30s no more
You can’t see me in person no more
I ain’t just Lil Herbie no more
Yeah, I ain’t just Lil Herbie no more
A lot of shit ain’t worth it no more
Can’t see me in person no more
Nah I ain’t working no more
Them lil disses ain’t working no more
You lil niggas ain’t worth it no more

G Herbo, back on my old shit man
You know I’m still on some new shit
You know I’m bossed up, embracing all my power
But I’m back on my old shit man, I don’t give a fuck
Bout none of that shit niggas talkin’ bout
We still on gangsta shit, we still seeing niggas
In public, in the club, smacking the shit out niggas
Hittin’ niggas with bottles, pistol-whipping niggas
All that gangsta shit, with all this ice on
All these VV’s on, Rollies on, all that nigga
We got 30’s on us, Glocks, FN’s, all that shit, you know
Still dropping 4 Minutes Of Hell on you fuck niggas
This part 5 right here, in case you didn’t know
You know what I’m saying, free all my niggas
R.I.P. my niggas man, I’m in the studio right now
Got my big bro in here, Sizzle, with me, top in here
You know, brazy, Big B’s, you know, G-Squeak
In this bitch, uh huh… for real, and we got more guns
Than us… for real, for real, for real, for real, for real….
Them bitches ain’t never touching Instagram
Nothin, none of that, never seeing Instagram
Snapchat, none of that silly ass shit you niggas
Doing, cuz we out here for real (bitch)…

10cc – Dreadlock Holiday

August 12, 2017 Azlyrics

I was walkin’ down the street
Concentratin’ on truckin’ right
I heard a dark voice beside of me
And I looked round in a state of fright
I saw four faces one mad
A brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit
And turned to each other

I say
I don’t like cricket oh no
I love it
I don’t like cricket no no
I love it
Don’t you walk thru my words
You got to show some respect
Don’t you walk thru my words
‘Cause you ain’t heard me out yet

Well he looked down at my silver chain
He said I’ll give you one dollar
I said You’ve got to be jokin’ man
It was a present from me Mother
He said I like it I want it
I’ll take it off your hands
And you’ll be sorry you crossed me
You’d better understand that you’re alone
A long way from home

And I say
I don’t like reggae no no
I love it
I don’t like reggae oh no
I love it
Don’t you cramp me style
Don’t you queer me pitch
Don’t you walk thru my words
‘Cause you ain’t heard me out yet

I hurried back to the swimming pool
Sinkin’ pina colada
I heard a dark voice beside me say
Would you like something harder
She said I’ve got it you want it
My harvest is the best
And if you try it you’ll like it
And wallow in a dreadlock holiday

And I say
Don’t like Jamaica oh no
I love her
Don’t like Jamaica oh no
I love her oh yea
Don’t you walk through her words
You got to show some respect
Don’t you walk thru her words
‘Cause you ain’t heard her out yet

I don’t like cricket oh no
I love it (Dreadlock holiday)
I don’t like reggae oh no
I love it (Dreadlock holiday)
I don’t like Jamaica oh no
I love her (Dreadlock holiday)

ASAP Twelvyy – Castle Hell (12 Album)

August 4, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yo, yeah
Shit is real
Yeah

[Verse 1]
S’nothin’ greater
Than countin’ paper in front of haters that hated
They tried to cut off my cable
Couldn’t even watch the wire
Ain’t even see the Lakers
But a nigga see a kid meet his maker
Shit is like Jamaica with them shottas
If you playin’ with that paper
They’ll make you see the fire or
They’ll take you to the lake
Put your face up on the flyer ’cause I know that you ain’t make it
This is Castle Hell
City by the sea, the Devil’s favorite
I was raised up, up in building 8
(?),(?)
Dealt it raw, Seal your fate
Million more, (?) with my nigga Bill
You know that nigga ill

My YGs be on that gun until they die shit

[Verse 2]
The flight longer than the stay
My nights longer than my day
Shit, these Nikes on me got a ray
I’m a star myself

Dizzee Rascal – I Ain’t Even Gonna Lie (Raskit Album)

August 3, 2017 Azlyrics

[Hook]
If you wanna get by
You better not come shy
You can whinge and cry
Til’ your eyes get dry but it still won’t fly
They throw dirt on the sly
I ain’t even gotta try
And when they wanna know why
And they need a reply
I ain’t even gonna lie

[Verse 1]
I ain’t even gonna lie
I want a piece of the pie
They told me reach for the sky
I said each to their own if you wanna get high
Gonna get high on my own supply
I can’t rely on a guy
I don’t even wanna pry
And my pride’s at an all time high
Bare priors, an’ I’ll provide
Provide the vibe inside (inside)
And the vibe is wide
Worldwide, get down where the hell can I hide?
They can’t deny or divide the cypher
I’m so live I’m a survivor
Rough rider, east sider
Spit fire, saliva on ya
You know the runnins
Can’t be summin, I’m slummin
I done rolled through the slums in somethin’ stunnin’
Stunted once and the cops keep coming
What are you bunnin?
Flew to Jamaica
Tryin’ to have fun and get a little bit of sun in
Thugs at the entrance tryna get the gun in
Man are so wicked and cunning

[Hook]
If you wanna get by
You better not come shy
You can whinge and cry
Til your eyes get dry but it still won’t fly
They throw dirt on the sly
I ain’t even gotta try
And when they wanna know why
And they need a reply
I ain’t even gonna lie

[Refrain]
I ain’t even gonna lie
I ain’t even gonna lie
I ain’t even gonna lie
Why lie? I’m the guy
One finger in the sky
I ain’t even gonna lie
I ain’t even gonna lie
Top guy, I don’t beg no bly

[Verse 2]
Bookie
Stay on duty they can’t spook me
Salue they can’t mute me
And the beg friend ting don’t suit me
They can say what they want but they can’t uproot me
I’m en route in a coupe going loopy
And I’m in it for the booty
I said I’m in it for the loot, I ain’t talkin’ bout a groupie
Excuse me, cos I refuse to lose and these girls are choosy
Suzie got a little woosie had a little booze and a doobie
Movin’ unruly, had a little boogie
Suzie’s a little too boujee but she wants to move with the goonies
She don’t want a smoothie
Truthfully, she don’t wanna go to the movies
Wanna get a million views on her boobies
Oi
Don’t get lost in the sauce
Get caught off course
Of course I’ve mastered the force
Hop of the porch, I’m horseless off in a Porsche
I’m often soaring abroad
Boppin’ aboarder, lord of the world explorin’ the shore
Sure I’m a baller, all in boy in da corner
I don’t gotta warn ya