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Young M.A – She Like I’m Like Lyrics

September 28, 2019 Azlyrics

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[Intro]
Hm (She like)

[Verse 1]
Why you don’t love me? Uh
Why you ain’t call me?
Why you insult me?
Why you ain’t home? Why you at a party? (I’m like)
Why you with them hoes that be talkin’ on the phone
With another man talkin’ ’bout they man?
Them hoes that gotta lot of kids
But they ain’t got no money and they ain’t got no plans? (She like)
I asked you a question, so answer my question
‘Cause them the same hoes you impressin’
Type of shit you be on? And you all on your phone
Now, um, who the fuck are we textin’ (I’m like)
Girl, I love you
Them hoes is below you, put no one above you
You know what it is
Now take off them pants, let me rub on your bubble

[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh, uh
Going back and forth like ping-pong
Give her this ding-dong she can go up
I’ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin’, I ain’t never leavin’
Why even trip? (She like)

[Verse 2]
I wanna go shopping
New Gucci just dropped and I wanna cop it
Heard the purses is poppin’
And bae, get the blicky, ’cause niggas be plottin’ (I’m like)
You know that I got it
Deposit the check, then withdraw the deposit
You my Pocahontas
Now check your Chanel, twenty bands in the pocket (She like)
Thank you, lil’ daddy
I know I be snappy, don’t mean to be catty
But bitches be tryin’ they luck
Like I won’t act a buck, like I won’t pull up gladly (I’m like)
They just be aggy ’cause they cannot have me
Them hoes don’t be happy
Call them hoes mani-pedi
Now grab on this, uh, while I grab on your fatty

[Verse 3]
Hm, ayy (Ayy), ayy (Ayy)
Bonnie, fuck a Clyde, this a homicide
When we come outside
Here we come, arrived
She gon’ ride or die
I’ma ride or die
The lie detector said, “That is not a lie”
Yeah
And that is no surprise
I throw up the five, she throw up the five
Yeah
Trigger smoke, get high
But do not drink and drive
My chick know she fine
I would die for mine
Don’t get out of line
Yeah
We don’t dine and dash, but we wine and dine
Vodka with the lime
She be drippin’ sauce, I be drippin’ slime

[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Going back and forth like ping-pong
Give her this ding-dong she can go up
I’ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin’, I ain’t never leavin’
Why even trip? (Why even trip?)

[Outro]
What’d you say?
(Ayy) Why even trip?
I go hard like King Kong
Give her this ding dong
She can go up
I’ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin’, I ain’t never leavin’
Why even trip? (Why even trip?)
I just go run some checks, bae
Let’s just go on some trips, bae
Like, why even trip, bae?
Let’s just go on some trips, bae
We on a ship, bae
‘Cause we on our shit, bae
Why even trip, bae?
Let’s just go on some trips, bae

Gunna – 3 Headed Snake Lyrics

February 22, 2019 Azlyrics

[Intro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Shit, me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
I bought me a Benz, it came with a shank
I fuck on your friends, I fuck on your bae
Every time I pretend, it came with a bait (Uh-huh)
I was in a Royce, I was seeing space
‘Bouta fuck a bitch brain, my DM’s late
Bitch, you ain’t my sensei
You could use my nut to cleanse your face

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Bitch, drink my nut like E&J
I was fucked up bro, had to reinstate (Uh-huh)
Look and see I’m straight
We sexin’, we ain’t got a birthday cake (Uh-huh)
Gotta keep an AK
These niggas play games like arcade (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Porsche
See you’re unloyal, had to part ways (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Young Thug & Gunna]
I drip on my dawg’s stage
I brought this shit down at the Barclays (Uh-huh)
I fucked her at Ross place
I ran it up, fillin’ my dawg’s safe (Uh-huh)
Cashed out on some dog, yay
You niggas was taught to follow the way (Uh-huh)
I blocked a thot today
Stop blowing up my number and stalkin’ my page (Uh-huh)
I got a thot, uh, I got a thot, hey
If I leave the spot, I go to the yacht, hey
New Gucci stocks, cover her twat, hey
Givenchy socks, dress up the spot, hey
Jeepers creepers, the gators got measles, shit
I fucked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
No realer than this
Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (Lick)
Slime in that bitch
I went and got rich, my necklace glist’ (Yeah)
Two hundred a fist
One hundred my bitch, I’m real as it get (Uh huh)
Talkin’ that shit, I hope your kids still humped all your kids
They hit up my mans
They caught him down bad, I want some revenge
I ran up them M’s
Need cash in my bank or pull up in a Brinks

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Verse 4: Young Thug & Gunna]
Top off the Benz, the one with no space
It’s drivin’ itself, hit the gas and the brakes
I had her bent inside of the Wraith
The size, the tint, the curtain, the weight
I had to sprint all way to the end
I lost some old friends, couldn’t keep up the pace
Copped the new Lam’ and put it on land
These fuck niggas mad, I see it in they face
The jet that I’m on, its muzzle got Wraith
I’m dodging the rain and I’m dodging the hate
I don’t need a pass ’cause I’m not in school
You playin’, you gon’ be another cold case
My diamonds gon’ dance, they come and enhance
My dick in her hand, I bet it get ate
I spent sixty bands on one of my cases
The paperwork in, my co-D is safe
YSL, we the guys
We murder him and his tribe
I show you around like a spy
This city is mine ’til I die, ah
Patek the rock, ah
Soon up, we shoot at your spot, ah
Perfectly aim for the top, ah
Fuckin’ your ho ’til she tired, yeah
Yeah, just look at these rocks, uh
Lil’ mama got top, it’s wet as a mop, whoa
I creep in the spot
It’s knot knots on me on the way out
Got too many vibes
She feelin’ my brother, we swiggity-swap (Thugger)
Keep sendin’ him Dots
I’m gon’ free my cousin, I won’t let him rot
You sent me a dyke
I fucked her so good, I got her back right
It’s locked, and she got Suge jaws
But I never want the key to the heart, nah
She say my music art
And love it when I’m rappin’ with a guitar
We really came from the A
My shit flowin’, havin’ plenty of bars

[Outro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh (Aimin’ at a gate)
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate (Aimin’ at a gate, mmh)
(Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate)

Chaz French – Hol Up (feat. Shy Glizzy)

October 13, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Did you put that shit on it?
Can you turn the beat up too?
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
This the soundtrack to my life
Yea this the soundtrack to my life take a trip
You ain’t got to hold me down I hold my own in this bitch
Shit kept my word stayed true you know how this can get when it’s real
One thing just don’t count me out yo just don’t count me out

[Hook]
Yea said this the soundtrack to my soul take a trip
You ain’t got to hold me down
I hold my own in this bitch
Kept my word stayed true
You know how this can get when it’s real
One thing just don’t count me out
Yea just don’t count me out
Hol’ up say hol’ up, Hol’ up say hol’ up, Hol’ up say hol’ up

[Verse 1]
Look I did this shit for the hoes, I did this shit for the youth
I did this shit for the gang gang, I did this shit for the wave
All of you new niggas sound the same you cannot say this don’t sound the same
When they hear this they gon feel a way unless I add a xan or lean and 100K
Money, money, money piling 20’s, 50’s, 100’s got em heard it all
I just might buy me an island
Horsing around in Ferraris let set it off
You and your bros flying privates
All of your hoes on my private they finna ball
Ima finesse it through college long as she keep them toes polished
Problem solved like ohhhh
Out with the old and in with the new
Yea it’s a goal messie with the goals
Man this shit ain’t you
It ain’t the same nothing was the same I’m Drake with the views
It’s outta control you can’t control while keepin it true

[Shy Glizzy Verse]
I’m rappin and trappin, I’m trappin I’m robbin
While you niggas acting I’m about that action
Boy you ain’t about nothing, my nigga what’s happening
Know that they napping, let’s flip up the mattress
We gon wake em and slap em
All of this gold, can’t wait to go platinum and see they reaction
New Gucci on me these niggas look bummy
Boy go spend some hundreds go buy your bitch something
Go buy that bitch something before she run up under me
She gon come andalay she gon come andalay she know I’m the money man
We come from nothing we don’t ask for anything
We got more juice than Minute Made
We laid up in the shade we counting this cash my bitch she so bad
Trips to Barbados we sit in the sand and we listen to Jazz
Getting this bag I kick it with Chaz, bitch look at my swag
I’m in my G-Wag, my moms got a beamer and my bitch got a Jag

Rambo – Marty Baller feat. Rich The Kid lyrics

April 6, 2017 Azlyrics

Lyrics Marty Baller – Rambo

None of you heard of that
None of you heard of that
I get herbal back
Smoking that herbal pack
None of you heard of that (Marty Baller)
Marty Baller, hello.(rambo)

Young nigga sixteen (Yeah)
Six five, sixteen (Yeah)
Niggas know what I mean (Yeah)
I know you ain’t heard of that (Yeah)
Young nigga going Rambo (Rambo)
Chopper loaded up the ammo (Ammo)
Desert Eagle with the camo (Camo)
Fifty hit him through his flannel (Yeah).

F*ck it, I’ma cop a Lambo (Lambo)
I just came up with some grams bro (Yeah)
I ain’t even let my fam know (Yeah)
I ain’t even let my mans know (Yeah)
‘Cause they will not understand (Understand)
Was broke and now I’m the man (Now I’m the man)
I had a better plan (I had a better plan)
I’m tryna’ cop me some land (Tryna’ cop me some land)
‘Cause I need a house (Nigga) versuri-lyrics.info
You keep running your mouth (Yeah)
I’ma rub on your spouse (Hello)
Then I’m kicking her out (Bye-bye)
Sour diesel got me lazy (Yeah)
Got me feeling so amazing (Uh)
Got me talking to you crazy (Whoa)
Got me acting like I’m brazy (Whoa)
I be tripping, I be dazy
Man this kush, it got me faded (Whoa)
Pick it up and I be aiming (Yeah)
Leave a nigga on the pavement (Yeah)
He was talking to me fly (He was talking to me fly)
Now you talking from the sky (Now you talking from the sky )
f*ck it, meet him when I’m there (f*ck it meet him when I’m there)
Tell that nigga I don’t care (Tell that nigga I don’t care).

Pull up, I shoot like Rambo
I … your b*tch through the back door (b*tch)
I f*cked that hoe on the top floor (Ya)
Rollie it cost me a whole load (Load)
Counting that money, that blue cheese (Blue cheese)
Act right, on a four of the lean (Lean)
Won’t miss, got a scope and a beam
On her knees, she gon’ suck the whole team (What?)
All of my niggas we ready (We ready)
New Gucci, no guiseppes (Gucci)
Pop a pill now she ready (Ya)
I just wanna f*ck and .. (Ya)
Passed out on a bar (Lean)
Seventeen had a .. (Woo)
Ride with that chopper, I stay in that push to start.

Marty Baller – Rambo (feat. Rich The Kid)

April 5, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro: Marty Baller]
None of you heard of that
None of you heard of that
I get herbal back
Smoking that herbal pack
None of you heard of that (Marty Baller)
Marty Baller, hello

[Hook: Marty Baller]
Young nigga sixteen (Yeah)
Six five, sixteen (Yeah)
Niggas know what I mean (Yeah)
I know you ain’t heard of that (Yeah)
Young nigga going Rambo (Rambo)
Chopper loaded up the ammo (Ammo)
Desert Eagle with the camo (Camo)
Fifty hit him through his flannel (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Marty Baller]
Fuck it, I’ma cop a Lambo (Lambo)
I just came up with some grams bro (Yeah)
I ain’t even let my fam know (Yeah)
I ain’t even let my mans know (Yeah)
‘Cause they will not understand (Understand)
Was broke and now I’m the man (Now I’m the man)
I had a better plan (I had a better plan)
I’m tryna’ cop me some land (Tryna’ cop me some land)
‘Cause I need a house (Nigga)
You keep running your mouth (Yeah)
I’ma rub on your spouse (Hello)
Then I’m kicking her out (Bye-bye)
Sour diesel got me lazy (Yeah)
Got me feeling so amazing (Uh)
Got me talking to you crazy (Whoa)
Got me acting like I’m brazy (Whoa)
I be tripping, I be dazy
Man this kush, it got me faded (Whoa)
Pick it up and I be aiming (Yeah)
Leave a nigga on the pavement (Yeah)
He was talking to me fly (He was talking to me fly)
Now you talking from the sky (Now you talking from the sky )
Fuck it, meet him when I’m there (Fuck it meet him when I’m there)
Tell that nigga I don’t care (Tell that nigga I don’t care)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Pull up, I shoot like Rambo
I [?] your bitch through the back door (Bitch)
I fucked that hoe on the top floor (Ya)
Rollie it cost me a whole load (Load)
Counting that money, that blue cheese (Blue cheese)
Act right, on a four of the lean (Lean)
Won’t miss, got a scope and a beam
On her knees, she gon’ suck the whole team (What?)
All of my niggas we ready (We ready)
New Gucci, no guiseppes (Gucci)
Pop a pill now she ready (Ya)
I just wanna fuck and [?] (Ya)
Passed out on a bar (Lean)
Seventeen had a [?] (Woo)
Ride with that chopper, I stay in that push to start

Chief Keef – Empty (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

January 30, 2017 Azlyrics

[Hook]
I’m so motherfuckin’ true like I’m 2 Chainz
Ridin’ in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it’s empty

[Verse 1]
When a real nigga talkin’, please don’t speak
My watch tried to take your bitch from me
Dead ‘mens in my pockets, all hunnid
Bitch, I’m sippin’ right now, don’t even touch me
No, I’m not sippin’ slow
Just pass me the ball
I’ma pick and roll
I get that give and go
I’m out there gettin’ dough
Sosa what’s your goals? I don’t really know
But I know I want a new house, new shit, new money, new that
New this, new thot, new bitch
Every time I have mood switch
New Gucci, new Louis
New shirts, new pants, new kicks
New drink, new weed
I’m surrounded by a bunch of new shit

[Verse 2]
Big stash pot in the car for a fuck nigga
Soon as I see you creepin’ up, I’ma bust, nigga
One thing about my pistol, we got lots of trust, nigga
He know he’s a throw-away and he don’t give a fuck, nigga
Don’t let my niggas catch you on that rough, nigga
All these waves, I feel like I’m Puff, nigga
At the top it’s just us, nigga
If you ain’t with us, we don’t really fuck with you
I’m countin’ cash on my ten fingers or my ten toes
When I wanna be low-key, I’m in that Land Rover
You can put me in detox, don’t think I’m stayin’ sober
Jump in front of this metro train, and get ran over

Chief Keef – Empty (Two Zero One Seven Album)

January 26, 2017 Azlyrics