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Future – TYCOON Lyrics

March 27, 2020

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[Intro]
Starin’ at the candle
Feel the pain on me, nigga, it don’t matter
Got my currency exchanged, got my bands up
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus]
I’m a ty-tycoon, that’s why they hate me
‘Till they throw the sheets on me I’m goin’ crazy
Got Balencis on my feet, they can’t take me
I know I ain’t gon’ be deceased ’til I’m like eighty
I been gettin’ so damn geeked, I been prayin’
I been chinchilla sheet wherever I’m stayin’
Took that Draco on the PJ, I ain’t playin’
I ain’t goin’, no, no, street’s dangerous

[Verse 1]
Ain’t got Activis, so fuck it, I had to red it
I sent hitters from everywhere, they had to dead it
You know my niggas, they bangin’ the same color as spaghetti
I got my transport up and I got my Getty
I’m gettin’ the passports stamped, we goin’ steady
They try to cut a nigga throat off with a machete
I know my lil’ bro’s gon’ kick the door in and let that lead hit
I’m not an imposer so I’m tryna find an exit
They know it’s a thousand cutters hittin’ off if they come for me
Uno gang, twenty-seven, they gon’ gun for me
ABK gon’ broad day, he go’n get it done for
I’ma big dog, they a lil’ son to me

[Verse 2]
Fully auto on the seat they let you take it
I ain’t going no, no, no, I’ma spray you
Let my dog’s off the leash, you gon’ hate it
Twin choppers on me, they my favorite, yeah, yeah
Catch me rollin’ in the Ghost, Patrick Swayze
Travelin’ all across the coast for this gravy
Buyin’ gold by the pound, I upgraded
I came from Lil Mexico, a nigga made it
Posted up outside the store I’m the greatest
If you can make it out the bricks thats amazing
I got my gang from out the 6, ain’t no tradin’
You know the side was two guns blazin’

[Chorus]
I’m a ty-tycoon, that’s why they hate me (I’m a ty-tycoon)
‘Till they throw the sheets on me I’m goin’ crazy (Throw the sheets on me)
Got Balencis on my feet, they can’t take me (Got Balencis on me)
I know I ain’t gon’ be deceased ’til I’m like eighty (Yeah, ain’t gon’ be deceased, no)
I been gettin’ so damn geeked, I been prayin’ (Yeah, I’m geeked, man, I’m geeked up)
I been chinchilla sheet wherever I’m stayin’ (Got my chinchilla sheets up)
Took that Draco on the PJ, I ain’t playin’ (Took the Draco on the P, whaddup)
I ain’t goin’, no, no, street’s dangerous (Goin’ no, no, street’s dangerous)

[Outro]
Yeah, ain’t goin’ no, no (Ain’t goin’, no, no), street’s dangerous (Trap)
Ain’t goin’, no, no
Yeah, what you do?
I been chinchilla all of my sheet wherever I’m stayin’
I been gettin’ so damn geeked, I been prayin’
Took that Draco on the PJ, I ain’t playin’
I ain’t goin’, no, no (Ain’t goin’, ain’t goin’)
Starin’ at the candle
Feel the pain on me, nigga, it don’t matter
Get my currency exchange, got my bands up

88GLAM – Swim Lyrics

March 7, 2020

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[Intro]
1K (1K)

[Chorus: 88 Camino & Derek Wise]
Ever since I got bags, yeah, they been on my dick
Ever since I got swag, yeah, they jump on my ship
Everyday pushin’ muscle, yeah, I don’t go to no gym
When I walk through, leave puddles, yeah, all I do is swim
(Swim, swim, swim, swim, swim) Pockets out of shape (Shape)
Got a kilo on my neck, yeah, sorry for the wait (Wait)
And I had to throw these bands, know that nigga heavyweight (Racks)
And I want it more, no less, yeah, I don’t take no breaks

[Verse 1: 88 Camino]
Brand new foreign goin’ “Beep, beep” (Beep)
Runnin’ up this game, we got the cheat sheet (Cheat sheet)
We go back to back like my CCs (Back)
I got cabbage patch, I got seaweed (Rack)
Run up rack, rack, racks on the briefly (Yeah)
Skrrt, skrrt in the back of the foreign, the backseat gon’ recline back
Run up my racks when I’m tourin’, I’m never gon’ get this time back (Time)
40 pointers in my chain, that’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout (What I’m talkin’ ’bout)
Told you this ain’t no game, man, coach call timeout (Time)
Still talkin’ down online, you need to sign out (Yeah)
I can never be no jank, I made up my mind ’bout

[Verse 2: Derek Wise]
Runnin’ it back like avoidin’ the sack, keep me a shooter that got it attached (Yeah)
I know one day I’ll be catchin’ that rat, one in his leg and then one in his ab (Pew, pew, oh yeah)
All of this spendin’ while makin’ a stack, all of these bitches is makin’ me mad (Mad)
Got all these stripes like I’m wearing the plaid, speakin’ no English, you wearin’ a badge (Yeah)
And I can’t even add all this money in my hand (Yeah)
Too many poles, never ran, took the measures in my hands (Racks, racks, yeah)
And I can’t even add all this money in my hand (Can’t)
Too many trips, where do I land? Hop out the PJ into a Lamb’ (Yeah)
That ain’t no stack, it’s minimal flex, stumble on racks, now I’m watchin’ my step (Arriba)
Drive the Bugatti, it fly like a jet, I walk on this beat like a pimp with a limp (Yeah)
Shoot at his dog like I work at the vet, green light is on, keep one in the head (Pew, pew)
Pourin’ me up, yeah, I’m sippin’ the red, that money go long, sleep when I’m dead (Yeah, yeah)

Marlo – Pointers Lyrics (feat. HoodRich Pablo Juan)

March 4, 2020

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pablo Juan, nigga
Let’s go

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
That thirty-six came with a .40 Glock
Got racks in the vault I forgot about
Four rings on, pushin’ the Audi out
Beat the case, they can’t prove without a doubt
Pull up new Benz, tennis chain with the pointers
You f**k niggas ain’t gonna beat us, better join us
[?] cheerleader, all my bitches is foreign
I don’t even tell the truth to my lawyers
I need a thick bitch if she loyal
See the Wizard of Oz and the [?]
She a freak, she let me f**k her like a whore
She suckin’ that dick that’s a chore
She got some titties, she got a ass-galore
Blow the sack like I used to be poor
Kept my gun, same color door
Hood nigga, I f**ked that bitch on the floor

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I’m the heavyweight, take that bitch on a dinner date
Hood nigga, the streets I authenticate
From the PJ’s, shoot the ball in the crate
Forty pointers on, now I can skate
I got on Cuban link, I’m plugged out in the BAPE
C’s my Cartier match Chanaynay
Nut in her mouth like a payday
Put an extra fifty rounds in the AK
I f**k and I’m gone, don’t give me no headache
Stuck, geeked off the lean like I meditate
Rari’ pull up, nigga, who wanna race?
She a freak, she like when I skeet on her face
She killin’ that pussy, I’m catchin’ a case
I can’t go broke I’m [?]
That Rollie gon’ tell me the day and the date
Diamonds hittin’ like Gervonta Davis

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Just bought a brick, came with a .40 Glock
Got racks in the vault I forgot about
Four rings on, pushin’ the [?]
Glad I got rich, nigga, that without a doubt
Pull up, a new whip, tenant chain with the pointers
You f**k niggas ain’t gonna beat us, better join us
[?] cheerleader, all my bitches is foreign
I don’t even tell the truth to my lawyers
I need a thick bitch if she loyal
See the Wizard of Oz and the [?]
She a freak, she let me f**k her like a whore
She suckin’ that dick that’s a chore
She got some titties, she got a ass-galore
Blow the sack like I used to be poor
Kept my gun, same color door
Hood nigga, I f**ked that bitch on the floor

[Verse 2: Marlo]
Marlo
I don’t even tell the truth to my lawyer
When he asks about a body, I’ll straight up ignore him
Niggas be [?] real real [?]
Yeah, and the dope came with a Migos FN
And it must be two sides yeah, just me and my friends
Whippin’ that dope and it came out the water [?]
If a nigga play with the gang, and say my name
I will control their block, shots get popped, non-stop
Yeah, I will control that rock
For the money, power, respect the [?]
Yeah, we control the rock

Jackboy – On A Flight Lyrics

February 28, 2020

[Chorus]
I just put a baby doll on a flight (On a flight)
She finally agreed to spend the night (To spend the night)
Booty on fleek, just my type (Just my type)
Soon as I get the chance, I’ma pipe (Oh, I’ma pipe)
Swiper, no swipin’, pussy swipe (Pussy swipe)
Pop a sex pill, f**k all night (I f**k all night)
PJ sky writing, f**k on a flight (f**k on a flight)
She gon’ side with me wrong or right (Wrong or right)

[Verse 1]
She gon’ side with me wrong or right
I shoot, she shootin’ too, I fight, she fight
Don’t want me in the streets, I die, she’ll die
Swear it hurt me deep every time she cry
Truth hurts, f**k it, I told a lie
I ain’t mean to cheat, bae, I was tired
Diamond dancing on me, got her shy
Diamond dancing on me, can’t get denied

[Verse 2]
Might make her my wife, depend how she f**k me tonight
Hope I don’t catch her uptight
Remaining polite until I get you confined
And f**kin’ you deep from behind
Thoughts in my mind, get on top and grind
Beat the pussy ’til it whine
Got your back, spine
But I’m not your slime so don’t call me slime
Out committing crimes
I should be writing rhymes, not slangin’ dimes
Or slanging iron
‘Cause I’m knee deep in my prime
Bottom to the top, I climb
In the dark, I shine
In the rain, I grind
Ayy, yeah
In the dark, I shine
In the rain, I grind

Nick Cannon – Madoff Lyrics

February 20, 2020

[Intro: Birdman]
Nick Cannon
This Birdman, Cash Money Stunna, mane
Just wanted to tell you keep it pushin’
Keep doin’ your thug
You know niggas proud of you
Keep risin’, keep goin’ higher
Keep gettin’ the bag
You got full support on this side of the fence
Cash Money, NCredible
(Got it on smash)
It’s a way up lifestyle
Keep blastin’, homie
Blatt, Rich Gang
(Hitmaka)

[Chorus]
Pull up shootin’ shots out the AR (Boom)
f**kin’ bad bitches, then I skate off (Skrrt)
You know this a PJ when I take off
I’m tryna make a hundred billion like I’m Madoff
Bad bitch catcher, Richard Mille watch snatcher
Took a flight to France just to shop expensive fabrics
I’m in a whole ‘nother league, way out of your tax bracket
Niggas talkin’ action, we pull up and get to spazzin’

[Verse 1]
I’ve been beefin’ with these niggas all winter, yeah, yes
Summer comin’, bitch, we ’bout to run it, yeah, yeah (Run it, run it)
I like millions, boy, I got a habit, yeah, yeah (Habit)
Shorty shakin’ ass, lookin’ back at it
Twenty thousand all in ones, tell them bitches, “Don’t panic” (Don’t panic)
Shakin’ like an addict, give me top like an attic
They say beware of Marshall Mathers, I’ma watch him like my Patek (Never scared)
If niggas want the static, we pull up and let ’em have it, ayy

[Pre-Chorus]
On a whole ‘nother level, throw it all (Throw it all)
Money in the air, don’t give a f**k (Don’t give no f**k)
Haters really wanna beef with me, for what? (For what?)
‘Cause my diamonds, they be shinin’, got every bitch in the party like (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
I-I-I been beefin’ with these niggas all winter, yeah, yes (Oh)
Summer comin’, bitch, we ’bout to run it, yeah, yeah (Run it, run it)
Haters in my comments, niggas hella funny
I don’t got Twitter fingers, use mine to count money (Count)
When my hands get tired, get your bitch to count it for me (Your bitch)
My main chick bad, she killin’ bitches, Ted Bundy (Killer)
Even though I do her dirty, when I f**k her, she still love me (She love me)
f**k with pretty chicks, get the dick even if you ugly (She thick)

[Bridge]
Like I’m Madoff
Yeah, like I’m Madoff
Like I’m Madoff
f**ked some bad bitches, then I made off
Like I’m Madoff
Like I’m Madoff
Money, like I’m Madoff
f**ked them bad bitches, bad bitches, then we made off

[Outro]
How could I, a black man, a negro
A negro, a whatever
How could I be the heir of the vineyard?

Mustard – Interstate 10 Lyrics (feat. Future)

January 13, 2020

[Intro: Future & YG]
This shit breaking a nigga heart (Yeah)
The person they want a nigga to be (Where that shit go?)
This shit breaking my heart (The gang)
This shit you never see (10 Summers, yeah)
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus: Future]
Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo
Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors
Yeah, we was hanging at the bando
Fully loaded clip, went and snatched up a Benzo
Flew them Dracos out of LA on a PJ
And we taking off, no delay
No delay, we taking up the murder rate
Everything from chinchos to parquet

[Verse 1: Future]
Audemar baguette, have it tinted, better reli-lax
Money coming through, blue hundreds on impact
Married to the game, cop new pink stones
No new friends, cop five new phone
Aston money, need to be the right one
Double up my cups, ooh-ooh, pop one
Cop new drops, upper echelon
Hustlers dream to live lavish
In the middle of the night go to Saturn
Two-tone Patek, go spazzing
Ten brand new whips in traffic
No evidence, no lacking
Bentley routine, go re-up
Fully loaded magazine when you see us
It’s a full time job tryna stay on point
Glock four-zero, hollow points, yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
Game chose me, I ain’t choose this
Empty out the clip before you lose this
If your city on your back and your shoulder
You gotta rally, you gotta spray like a soldier
Vultures, they come with the territory
V12, your motor is mandatory
Whipping the soda, be cool, do the speed
Make it on Interstate 10 and achieve
This is not regular time, you gon’ bleed
Came from the game, ain’t no trust, pushing keys
From the cook up to the tour bus
You see how far ambition took us
We bring all the hood niggas with us
They non-believers, we made ’em believe us
From my block to your block, they love homicides
Looking like a foreign dealership outside, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Skinny jeans on me with extendo
Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors
Yeah, we was hanging at the bando
Fully loaded clip, went and stashed up a benzo
Flew the dracos out at LA on a PJ
And we’re taking off, no delay
No delay, we’re taking off the murder rate
Everything from chinchos to parquet

[Outro: Future]
Interstate 10
We risked it all to get it in
And we would risk it again
It’s breaking my heart, with this currency throwin’
It’s breaking my heart
It’s tearing me up, what you’re doing to me
It’s tearing me apart
This greed and this envy, I don’t know where to go
Don’t know where to start

Future – Tricks on Me Lyrics

January 19, 2019 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Just got a call from my mom
Tellin’ me what the lawyer was sayin’
About the lawsuit
I thought they had had that down, yeah

[Verse 1]
Big money shit, baby, I just bought a new six, baby
Flintstone in my ears, pissed on my wrist, baby
This song just mutilated, everything decapitated
Deep on new relations, just gotta be brand related
Ain’t no sellin’ out, no tradin’, so you gotta be gang related
Pop stylin’ this shit for my shottas incarcerated
Rockstar this shit, a street star, I stay in Quentin
Pop stylin’ this shit, how you get the high maintenance one?
How she gon’ take my love and give it away like it ain’t nothin’ to her?
How you gon’ judge my plugs, not take what I never did off of me?
Hawaiian surfin’ on the thick one to the PJ
I can just imagine the pain on Bankroll PJ
Murder murder, broad day, I got tears, I can’t let ’em out
I can’t take it, I can’t take it no more, I’m ’bout to spaz out
I’m good on deposits but I gotta have a stash house
I see you bein’ greedy and I gotta work my ass off
I chief on gas house, until I pass out
Rollin’ in a Phantom, came with an umbrella
Survive the trenches, it’s on me the day I walk through it
Here done came Pluto, I’ma drip all through it (Icy)
I was lettin’ the shit I can’t control destroy me
It was goin’ too deep for you, baby, pardon me
I tried to treat that shit just like a party
I’ma feel weak if I tell you sorry

[Pre-Chorus]
Gotta be a genius, gotta be extraordinary
Gotta plant seeds, nigga, like a florist
I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist
I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate

[Chorus]
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me
Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me?
Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me
Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary

[Verse 2]
Rockstar in this shit, like a popstar in this shit, yeah
Tryna forget the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin’ harder
Seen his son at my little boy birthday party, it was harder
The streets of the ATL don’t respect nothin’ but shottas
Had to look the other way, could be the other way
Hit Yung Mazi up, that was in the broad day
I popped two Xans and I been sleep all day
(Let’s go, let’s go)

[Pre-Chorus]
I was lettin’ the shit I can’t control destroy me
Everything’s too deep for you, my nigga, pardon me
I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist (Super)
I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate

[Chorus]
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (I’m so fuckin’ hurt)
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (Maybe my mind)
Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me?
Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me (Someone that’s jealous, I know, I know)
Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary

Roy Woods – Russian Cream Lyrics

June 9, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
A man like PJ
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Too much muhfuckin’ goin’ on
The warm up

[Verse 1]
I don’t need a bitch, all I see while makin’ dolla signs
Rollie on my wrist but I never check it for the time
Said she heard the kid through the boy in the summertime
Said she love my songs that I got with Ty Dolla Sign
When I’m in LA I’m fuckin’ shorties from Corona
Look me in my eyes say you love me but you love to lie
I can make a hit on four beach cali time
Niggas copy sauce, claim it’s theirs, happens all the time
I be switchin’ up on these niggas, like my bitch does
18 karat, VVS is on your S1s
I don’t put no thought into a thot, that’s a waste of time
Flying bitches out of the city, come and shoot to mine

[Chorus]
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
You don’t know your bitches but I know ’em (I don’t mind, yeah)
Shorty finna hit me on my trap (on my trap, trap, trap, trap)
She gon’ give me top playin’ Fortnite (give me top, woah)
Shorty wanna fuck I need more time, yeah
Gettin’ the bands, gettin’ the digits
Bitch [?]
Gucci my linen (yeah that’s good right there)
Will Smith, I’m a legend
R&B John Lennon
Rap and I sing to women
Bought my whip with the key, flyin’ when you finish
Pussy with the Hennessy for the real niggas
Smokin’ blunt, sip the Henny with some real niggas

Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

ASAP Ferg – Moon River lyrics

May 19, 2018 Azlyrics

Moon river
Wider than a mile
I’m crossing you in style
Someday
Oh dream maker

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg & (Elle Fanning)]
I ain’t window shopping today
(Heartbreaker)
I got a feeling today
Uh, yeah
How you feeling?
Ferg in the building
Tiffany grills with the all gold filling
[?] I’ma stack it to the ceiling
Only do it for the children
Teach you how to make a million, ayy
Tiffany for the breakfast
[?] what a plate for the necklace
(Dream maker, you heartbreaker)

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
*Down*
Moo-moo-moo-moon river wrist
T-Square ring
Room full of glis
Blue give me kiss
In a pool full of Cris
Canary on a finger
(Moon river)
Don’t drool on my drip
How you feeling?
*Hey*
I’m feeling great
(Dream maker)
Got Elle on a block on a crate
I tell them bring all my jewels to the PJ
Believe in love and your dreams will come easy
Easy, easy, easy

[Outro: Elle Fanning]
My Huckleberry friend
Moon river and me

Don Q – Words Of Wisdom lyrics

May 16, 2018 Azlyrics

(feat. Pusha T)

[Intro]
Don
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I like this type of vibe
Yeah

[Verse 1: Don Q]
Don’t you ever question my greatness
Come see the legacy this legend creating
Testing my patience, your label gon’ have to check for replacements
The Wraith a call away, I bring it out on special occasions
Motha’s onto me
Used to hide my work right next to the vases
Nightmares haunting me
Feeling like the last breath I was taking
God was warning me
Now every morning I’m checking for faces
Now that I get paid to party, I show up and bring my army
Better off safe than sorry, I’m never gonna play Safaree
LA nights boogie had the Lambo, I played the ‘Rari
Selling white and I ain’t tell ’em a word when they came and charged me
I never worked a shift, I got it from the first to fifth
I had to learn the tricks like stuff the bags and burn the tips
Christmas time I couldn’t tell my daughter I ain’t earned a cent
I had to hit the curb and pitch, I leave and I return with gifts
Made decisions to keep my momma with a place to live
And stayed up wishing that she never seen them dinner plates was missing
Where I’m from the young wild niggas just hate to listen
Cause the old heads before us ain’t show us how to make a difference
I feel upset, my killers check whoever’s sending threats
You still in debt, got pendin’ checks and I ain’t get to spend ’em yet
Nothing in direct, I’m still a living legend in the flesh
I remember deaths I couldn’t cope but dog I’m still a mess
Bitches left and I wish ’em best
I know she feel depressed
You the one it should effect
Your loyalty was just a test
Bitch, Don!
Bitch!

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Back to the future how I hit ’em with the flows
This coop isn’t born, you need nine months to grow
Marty McFly like I’m nineteen years old
I’m Marty McPie sell ’em thousand dollars an O
Yellow gold, keep it classic
Big money been around, push weight Jurassic
Send your bitch to Aspen for her b-day
Send your younger bitch to Coachella for bout three days
Same circle pass each other like a relay
You live in, I land on, difference between our PJ’s
Niggas still making albums using label budgets
I get it out the streets before the label touch it
Take two years and tell the label fuck it
My kilos streaming in the streets without a single buzzing
Never wore all saints, retired Balmain
Ball players turn them shits into a mall thing
Showroom shopper, the clerk is scrambling
JW Anderson, I’m the mannequin
You highbridge niggas done made me fans again
And Don Q got y’all panicking
Push

A$AP Ferg – Moon River (feat. Elle Fanning) lyrics

May 7, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: Elle Fanning]
Moon river
Wider than a mile
I’m crossing you in style
Someday
Oh dream maker

[Outro: Elle Fanning]
My Huckleberry friend
Moon river and me

DJ Esco – Chek (feat. Future)

April 7, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Pluto
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Verse 1]
I put a pool on top of the penthouse
You can see me now
I’m still high from the day before
‘Bout to re-up now
Nigga was broke some years ago
Fuck around, lose a cap
Had the stewardess on the PJ
And she chewed me out
I was always in some shit
Nigga, look at me now
These bitches will have me lookin’ bad
Tryna air me out
Then I gave that bitch some cash
Over a fair amount
Ain’t gon’ never trust a bitch
Who can’t close they mouth

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check

[Verse 2]
They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout racks
‘Bout to pop one now
Most of these niggas all whack
They ’bout to get knocked off now
I done went way past the quota
Shit, I lost account, yeah
Pulled up, turbo on a motor
It was unannounced
Make the Forbes’ once again
The talk of the town
I got Snow White on the seat
Shit, I’m droppin’ it down
I put good dope on this beat
I’m ’bout to take some now
They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout jewelry
‘Bout to buy some now

[Verse 3]
Get, get your money, get your weight up
Just like a shark, dog get ate up
I been told, another demeanor
I been frozen, another demeanor
Got more lights than a arena
Hit ’em on sight for the subpoena
Pull, pull up [?]
What’s the total? You can keep the receipt
I can dap up Curry sittin’ in my seat, yeah
I give her allowance three times a week, yeah
I’m out your league, yeah

DJ ESCO – Chek Lyrics

March 30, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Pluto
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Verse 1]
I put a pool on top of the penthouse
You can see me now
I’m still high from the day before
‘Bout to re-up now
Nigga was broke some years ago
Fuck around, lose a cap
Had this lil bitch on a PJ
And she chewed me out
I was always in some shit
Nigga, look at me now
These bitches will have me lookin’ bad
Tryna air me out
Then I gave that bitch some cash
Over a fair amount
Ain’t gon’ never trust a bitch
Who can’t close they mouth

Eric Bellinger – Ain’t Ya Ex lyrics

March 24, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: Eric Bellinger]
Aw yeah, oh
Player sh*t only, yeah, yeah, yeah
This gon’ be your favorite song
(Hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]
I’ma have to call you
You might have to fall through, yeah
I might just need all of you
Can you give me all you? Yeah
Baby, I’m the one for you, yeah
All I got is love for you
I might put my tongue on you
I wanna eat some of you, yeah

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Said I ain’t nothin’ like yo ex nigga, yeah
Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah
Said, I’m a young, rich, blessed, nigga, yeah
I’m a famous like Dex nigga, yeah
She said I remind her of her ex-nigga, yeah
Said, boy you only want the sex, nigga, yeah
But I’ma call, not text nigga
I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga, yeah
I ain’t your ex-nigga, ex-nigga, ex-nigga, yeah
I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga
Ex-nigga, I ain’t you ex-nigga, yeah
Said, I ain’t nothin’ like your ex-nigga
Ain’t your ex, your, ain’t your ex, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain’t your ex, oh, ain’t your ex (It’s Eazy)

[Verse 2: Mila J]
Mila to the rescue (Mila, Mila)
I’m about my checks too (Hold up, Mila)
I’m a goddess so I can bless you (Bless you)
If you’re lucky, I might sex you
First, I gotta know, boy, what that head do? (Oh yeah)
I’ma send a pic to test you (Oh yeah)
I know, I impress you (Oh yeah)
So shoot that PJ, need my leg room
Baby, I ain’t nothing like your ex-bitch (Ain’t your ex)
Let’s get this sh*t established (Ain’t your ex)
Hella fatter that a bad bitch (Ain’t your ex)
Plus, my booty real, come grab it

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger & (Mila J)]
Girl, I ain’t nothin’ like yo ex nigga, oh no no
Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah
Said, I’m a young, rich, blessed, nigga
I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga
I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga
I ain’t your ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga
Yeah (ex)
I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga, yeah (ooh, ex)
Ex-nigga (ex), I ain’t you ex-nigga
Said, I ain’t nothin’ like your ex-nigga

[Verse 3: Tink]
I got this message for my next love
Hope you ain’t as messy as my ex was
Words don’t mean a thing, words don’t mean a thing
You gon’ break my heart, then tell me I changed
Like my ex-nigga
I always swear, I’m freaking on the next nigga
Don’t be like my ex, nigga
I’m gon’ leave you lonely for a day
What you tryna say?
‘Cause words don’t mean a thing
Fuck a car, baby, pull up (Pull up, pull up, pull up)
Right now, right now, yeah
I just wanna roll with you
[??] before the [??]
You know what he put me through

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger & (Mila J)]
Girl, I ain’t nothin’ like yo ex nigga, oh no no no
Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah
(I’ma young) Said, I’m a young, rich, blessed, nigga
I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga, yeah
I ain’t your ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga (ex)
I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga (ooh, ex)
Ex-nigga(ex), I ain’t you ex-nigga
Said, I ain’t nothin’ like your ex-nigga
Ain’t your ex, your, ain’t your ex
Ain’t your ex, ain’t your ex (I ain’t nothing like your ex-nigga)
I ain’t your ex nigga
Ain’t your ex

[Outro: Eric Bellinger]
Ooh, yeah, Mila, Mila, Mila
Shoutout Tink
She did her thing
And you know me (It’s Eazy)
It’s all Easy
It’s too easy, way too easy
And I ain’t nothing like your ex-nigga
It’s all Easy
It’s too easy, way too easy
So take my number, that’s a Eazy Call
Haven’t seen you in a while

Eric Bellinger – Ain’t Ya Ex (feat. Mila J & Tink)

March 22, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: Eric Bellinger]
Aw yeah, oh
Player shit only, yeah, yeah, yeah
This gon’ be your favorite song
(Hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2: Mila J]
Mila to the rescue (Mila, Mila)
I’m about my checks too (Hold up, Mila)
I’m a goddess so I can bless you (Bless you)
If you’re lucky, I might sex you
First, I gotta know, boy, what that head do? (Oh yeah)
I’ma send a pic to test you (Oh yeah)
I know, I impress you (Oh yeah)
So shoot that PJ, need my leg room
Baby, I ain’t nothing like your ex-bitch (Ain’t your ex)
Let’s get this shit established (Ain’t your ex)
Hella fatter that a bad bitch (Ain’t your ex)
Plus, my booty real, come grab it

Kodak Black – Believe This Shit

March 8, 2018 Azlyrics

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

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

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

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

ASAP Ferg – Kristi YamaGucci lyrics

March 1, 2018 Azlyrics

Aw lord baby, she got a flip phone
Damn baby, I been smoking
Been choking and its so potent baby, we high baby
And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg, baby
You a giant baby, you steppin’ on these niggas’ necks
Sometimes you gotta just ease that left foot off baby
And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, baby
And choke them even harder
‘Cause you’s a dawg, you’s f*cking [??], these are puppies baby
They can’t f*ck with you baby, lord

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Racks on racks on racks
Dapper Dan all on my back
Double G all on my cap
Monogram on a Maybach
Testing that n*gger like Pap (smear)
Eating that bitch from the back (yeah)
Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah)
Lil Pump she makin’ it clap
I’m ’bout to write here me a letter
Tell ’em I’m doing way better
“Plain Jane” the song of the year
I’m busy just chasing the lettuce
I’ma Calvin Klein model on billboards
I did a campaign with the fellas
Adidas done gave me another deal
And Hennessy too, they got cheddar (alright)
Shoot videos in the PJ’s
Then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
They sending me all these free clothes
Momma just put it on eBay
I run the sh*t like a relay
Niggas gon’ have to press replay
Yammy say hi to my daddy for me
And Jam Master Jay for TJ

[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
Goddamn, nigga
When it be raining outside nigga, you the umbrella
‘Cause that sh*t just bounce off you with that Gucci
God, nigga I’ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
‘Cause you just all over the f*ckin’ world with this sh*t, baby
Niggas cannot touch you

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget
You don’t wanna see a pretty scene get drastic
Fuckin’ with the lords, no Frodo Baggins
Niggas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat bitch
Even though my name is Denzel, no actin’
Pap-pap, puttin’ everything inside a casket
Track that, everything is gonna be a classic
Wrap that, put that bitch inside a prophylactic
When I’m rappin’, got no hard-on, double tappin’
From a city built on coke and pistol-packin’
See you flagging and they packin’ what you lackin’
Take you out and then they act like nothin’ happen
Amnesia got rid of the heater
Back in the hood where they blowin’ on reefer
I follow the light while you follow the leader
Now a nigga overseas where they checkin’ my Visa, look

[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you got?
Is that a Nextel baby, Chirp baby
This nigga got a Boost, baby, what the f*ck
Nigga, you gotta step it up
You need to get you a trap phone
You need to get one of these f*ckin’ Motorola’s
Niggas can’t even track us, baby

[Verse 3: IDK]
Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah
Ballin’ on my enemies, I ain’t even tying up to punks
Imagine when I tie ’em up, yeah
I shake ’em, they gon’ need a crutch, yeah
And I ain’t talking groupie bitches when I say they got their panties in a bunch
I’m talking niggas, I ain’t talking nada
They ain’t talking figures, gotta be six, seven or better
Tryna get a house, gotta get my bread up
Tryna stay on pace? you gon’ have to step up
Cruising in a Wraith, see if they make a get-up
Pull up to the place, f*cked her when we met up
Yeah, I’m getting buzz, but I never let up
I ain’t seen a doctor, but I got my check up, check up, check up, check up, check up
I’m playing chess, you stuck on checkers
That’s why your gang can never check us
They take your chain, and now you neck-less
Check up, check up, check up, check up
I got a check on my watch (wait)
I’m losing track of time ’cause I don’t hear tick or no tock (yeah)

ASAP Ferg – Kristi Yamagucci (feat. Denzel Curry & IDK)

March 1, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: NickNPattiWhack]
Aw lord baby, she got a flip phone
Damn baby, I been smoking
Been choking and its so potent baby, we high baby
And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg, baby
You a giant baby, you steppin’ on these niggas’ necks
Sometimes you gotta just ease that left foot off baby
And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, baby
And choke them even harder
‘Cause you’s a dawg, you’s fucking [??], these are puppies baby
They can’t fuck with you baby, lord

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Racks on racks on racks
Dapper Dan all on my back
Double G all on my cap
Monogram on a Maybach
Testing that pussy like Pap (smear)
Eating that bitch from the back (yeah)
Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah)
Lil Pump she makin’ it clap
I’m ’bout to write here me a letter
Tell ’em I’m doing way better
"Plain Jane" the song of the year
I’m busy just chasing the lettuce
I’ma Calvin Klein model on billboards
I did a campaign with the fellas
Adidas done gave me another deal
And Hennessy too, they got cheddar (alright)
Shoot videos in the PJ’s
Then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
They sending me all these free clothes
Momma just put it on eBay
I run the shit like a relay
Niggas gon’ have to press replay
Yammy say hi to my daddy for me
And Jam Master Jay for TJ

[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
Goddamn, nigga
When it be raining outside nigga, you the umbrella
‘Cause that shit just bounce off you with that Gucci
God, nigga I’ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
‘Cause you just all over the fuckin’ world with this shit, baby
Niggas cannot touch you

[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you got?
Is that a Nextel baby, Chirp baby
This nigga got a Boost, baby, what the fuck
Nigga, you gotta step it up
You need to get you a trap phone
You need to get one of these fuckin’ Motorola’s
Niggas can’t even track us, baby

[Verse 3: IDK]
Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah
Ballin’ on my enemies, I ain’t even tying up to punks
Imagine when I tie ’em up, yeah
I shake ’em, they gon’ need a crutch, yeah
And I ain’t talking groupie bitches when I say they got their panties in a bunch
I’m talking niggas, I ain’t talking nada
They ain’t talking figures, gotta be six, seven or better
Tryna get a house, gotta get my bread up
Tryna stay on pace? you gon’ have to step up
Cruising in a Wraith, see if they make a get-up
Pull up to the place, fucked her when we met up
Yeah, I’m getting buzz, but I never let up
I ain’t seen a doctor, but I got my check up, check up, check up, check up, check up
I’m playing chess, you stuck on checkers
That’s why your gang can never check us
They take your chain, and now you neck-less
Check up, check up, check up, check up
I got a check on my watch (wait)
I’m losing track of time ’cause I don’t hear tick or no tock (yeah)

Taylor Bennett – Minimum Wage

February 27, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Minimum wage, minimum wage
I give you that dollar, you give me the day
‘Cause I cannot work for that minimum wage
Minimum wage (yah) minimum wage (yah)
Minimum wage (yah)

[Chorus]
Minimum wage, I cannot work for that minimum wage
I give you that dollar, you give me the day
‘Cause I cannot fall for that minimum wage (yah)
Minimum wage, I cannot work for that minimum wage
I give you that dollar, you give me the day
‘Cause I cannot fall for that minimum wage (ooh, yah)

[Verse 1]
Camera got minimum, I need the mems and the M again
I need my benefits, I need that business
I’m running that bitch ’til I’m out of adrenaline
Call up the jet, be like "Son, you been killing it"
Straight off the PJ, I’m right to the dealership
Then I’m back in this shit, that’s how my win is spent
That’s how I spit when I step back that bitch just get you a uh
Forty dollars in a day, that ain’t enough for my babe
I need a house in a hills with a maid
Like "Damn, where the fuck do you stay?", ay
Water dancing on my wrists, uh
Big body with assists, yah
Give a fuck about a bitch, nah
Did some drugs, now we lit, yah

[Verse 2]
I think I need new identity, I need that big bottle Hennessey
I need my pool on infinity, fuck what y’all niggas is ‘finna be
All y’all just feed off my energy
Fuck what y’all people pretend to be
Y’all move as one like a centipede
I’m out the box like you missing me
This is signed field, and sense out officially
All y’all niggas gotta die out eventually
Free smoke, free smoke (yah)
Lil bust, big folds (yah)
Lil glove, big dopes , Chi’ with the crime, same as my way
Way, way, way, way, way back in ’94
Why you think we working nine to fo’?
And Why you think we seling rocks and blows?
Cause we all grew up on a rock and roll
We back and forth like a pendulum
Win for the summer, then back for the win again
You think you winning shit, boy, yo’ ass is innocent
Ignorant to the pen, we ain’t been injured and
Work through this shit like an in-school suspension
Can’t whip out my cop like a bitch’s extension, get
We get on road like them niggas is finished
And we wanna work, but the bands is not getting it

[Chorus]
Minimum wage, I cannot work for that minimum wage
I give you that dollar, you give me the day
‘Cause I cannot fall for that minimum wage
Minimum wage, I cannot work for that minimum wage
I give you that dollar, you give me the day
‘Cause I cannot fall for that minimum wage
Minimum wage, I cannot work for that minimum wage
I give you that dollar, you give me the day
‘Cause I cannot fall for that minimum wage
Minimum wage, I cannot work for that minimum wage
I give you that dollar, you give me the day
‘Cause I cannot fall for that minimum wage

ZumBee – Funday Onna Sunday

February 7, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
I don’t understand man
All these oldheads feeling like they
You know, just too old to have fun man
If you ain’t having fun, then why you doing it?
(You not too old to have fun)

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Verse 1]
Let’s have a fun day
Monday through Sunday
Don’t want no gunplay
So watch what you say
And you gets no play
Like Bobby Boucher
Three bitches with me
Uno, dos, tres
Got three pretty girls with me and they tryna have fun
I only want you for one night so you can leave when I’m done
Heard your boyfriend got a frown, ’cause you swallowed all my sons
He might as well put it down, it ain’t no bullets in his gun
It ain’t no bullets in your gun and tell me why the fuck you on it
Fourth batter in the lineup, well bitch my bases loaded
Old bread stashed away for rainy days, it’s probably molded
School nigga turned street, when you got caught I know you folded

[Pre-Chorus]
Stop all that flexin’
Blue cheese, salad dressing
Sloppy top, yeah it was messy
With ease, ain’t it a blessing

[Verse 2]
I can (yes), and you can’t (hah)
Big racks (bands), in my bank (cash)
Trash can (ooh), ooh he stank (psh)
He mad (mad) ’cause he can’t (can’t)
He tried to swim with a shark, he gon’ fuck around and drown
I heard they hate you when you up but they gon’ love you when you down
These niggas really ain’t your partners, can’t name one that’s really down
It’s only bosses in my circle, ain’t got time to sit around
We got bananas for you monkeys like we played in Jumanji
My favorite color green ’cause I’m in love with the money
Tryna add to the pot like the bees do the honey
Ate my plate, I need seconds, need it all in my tummy

[Pre-Chorus]
Whoa, they say they closed
Not for me, open them doors
Add cheese on number four
Wish you was me, I know, I know

[Verse 3]
Tried to bring some people with me on this journey, they didn’t listen
Now my bases loaded full, I’m Michael J, he Scottie Pippen
Bitch we up, please check the score
When we was down man y’all was distant
My first hit was slept on, Banana Peels, I’m never slippin’
We can all have fun, Lil Boat to Budden Joe
So let’s all jump around until we reach another mode
Got a little taste of money but I swear I need some more
I’m a fiend for that paper sort of like I’m Curtis Snow
When the cows go moo and the sheep make a sound
Shiny goes boo, pretty ladies skip around
When the clock strikes two all the panties hit the ground
Bases Loaded be the crew, and bitch it’s ZumBee at the mound

[Outro]
I can, and you can’t
I can, and you can’t
I can, and you can’t
I can, and you can’t
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway

Meek Mill – Fall Thru

November 30, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Sad to say it but I love you
Don’t take no offense but you’re my bitch

[Chorus]
Yeah, you gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Verse 1]
Ass all fat say she get it from her mama
She just want the money, she ain’t fuckin’ with no bloggers
Fuck you on a PJ the whole way to the Bahamas
Gucci, Valentino, baby, I can be your stylist
Fuck me with your friend, yeah yeah, you was wildin’
1942 shots turn you to a monster
Thuggin’ like you 2Pac, you know that I got you
Love the way you ride it, move them hips like you Rihanna
I was supposed to hit, I was never s’pose to cuff you
Put you on my homie ’cause he say he wanna fuck you
When he asked me ’bout you, I just told him that I want you
But now its quiet for you, ’cause I told him that I loved you

[Chorus]
You gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Verse 2]
I was locked up, I remember when I hit you
Used to write me back every letter that I sent you
You wasn’t my girl but you used to pretend to
When I came home, let me beat it instrumental
Lame left you scarred so I had to reinvent you
If you was car, shit, you ride it like a Benz do
Wraith it with the stars, every time I come and get you
We be goin’ hard every time you on that Hen’ too
I was in the mix, actin’ like a savage
Got another bitch and you told me I could have it
I know you was sick so I doubled back to grab you
So anything you wish, yeah yeah, you can have it

[Bridge]
Whoa, she just want a ride with a shotta, though
I’m an original don dada, though
Knock them all down like dominoes
Make me tell them other bitches, vamonos
Whoa, good gal, bad gal, small city, mad world
She just wanna shine, whoa
And last night was mad real, sunshades, advils, fuck you all the time

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – God Damn

November 7, 2017 Azlyrics

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m ice skating, got my shooter waiting
I, I got the cookies, baking
I wanna fuck, I’m impatient
Foreign, she half-Asian
Foreign, I ride like I’m racing
Dirty AK with my shell cases
None of my bitches is basic
On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything I wear is rare
Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
Yeah, rocking Chanels and Moncler
Outfit, it come out next year
I’m drinking lean, not no beer
Yeah, strapped the fuck up, ain’t no reason to fear
Get your ass busted, ain’t no pussies over here
Brand new foreign with the camera in the rear
Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
I got some bitches that’s white like vanilla
These niggas falling off the map like Sears
I got these haters mad, they in tears
My niggas sharp, I cut like a seal

[Verse 2]
VS all-black diamonds like Wesley
Beat up the pot like I’m playing Tekken
Can’t wear silver, I ain’t come in second
I ain’t got no time for these thots and these peasants
Yeah, strapped up like I was Giuseppes
Bad bitch I just seen at Essex
All of my bitches, they too sexy
1017 chain, cop a fezzy
Just like the police, you gotta arrest it
I fuck her and treat her like a pedestrian
Fly by with butterfly wings on my Tesla
Cook with that pot like professional wrestler
Pour that shit up, why the fuck would I measure?
Gucci bag with the .38 special
I’m rocking Louis like I could play Chess
I spread like the old man that you piss
Ooh, I make her give me the neck
Call me PJ like a private jet
Trap like a soldier, got stacks on deck
I stay in Designer, I walk on a check
I’m dressing like I’m vinegarette
I bust that seal on that Hitech
Rich nigga, I bet I can get her wet
She want shit bad, but I got the check

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty to [?]
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got Supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

Marc E. Bassy – So Simple (feat. G-Eazy)

October 4, 2017 Azlyrics

[Marc E. Bassy:]
When I was broke girl, we wasn’t rocking
But to tell the truth girl, that didn’t stop me
Said you wanted to get the Wraith, Imma cop that
Now we be picking up every time you drop that
And your next dude, you know I’mma top that
And she wanna come back, She wanna come back to me
Now she wanna come back she wanna come back to me

But she don’t fly my way
Unless I’m on PJ
That gossip, all you say
My baby you got so LA
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple

When I got on girl, you didn’t trust me
But to tell you the truth girl, that didn’t bug me
You came to my party, with your young socialite
I slid a couple ’cause I was cold as ice
Then the next morining you gon’ tell me you love me
Now she wanna come back
She wanna come back to me
Now she wanna come back
Now she wanna come back to me

[G-Eazy:]
She’s so simple
She’s so cliché
She’s so gossip
She say, he say
She wants me back, says that each day
But I don’t repeat, and I don’t replay
She moved to Weho, now that’s where she stay
Went up on weekday, she f- the DJ
She won’t fly my way, unless I’m on PJ
She lied to me, I would die before I betray
Anyone I love most, Anyone I hold close
Sniffing all her love up, OD off of one dose
One shot, play me, I become ghost
You could be the prettiest, but ugly when it’s up close
Used to be my type, now I’m off those
Driving through the city full of lost souls
Just be careful look out for the potholes
But now I know how to spot those

[Marc E. Bassy (G-Eazy):]
But she don’t drive my car, unless I’m on a boulevard
That vintage fits you good
You getting known in Hollywood (hey)
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple (I can’t believe it)
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple (yeah)

Juicy J – Get Back (feat. T Shyne & Slim Jxmmi) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

September 21, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Yeah
Need that… ooo, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Uh, uh, uh, uh, whoa

[Pre-Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Big blunts make you lean back (Fat Joe)
House in the hills, I need that (need that)
I don’t need your love, you can keep that (keep that)
Just touched down, where the weed at?
Nigga this here, that get back
Stopped poppin’ Xans and I relapsed
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Nigga this here, that get back
How you still broke? I don’t get that
Remember them hoes ain’t want that?
Now they prayin’ that a nigga come hit that
Now they prayin’ that a nigga come hit that
Nigga this here, that get back
Nigga this here, that get back

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Just touched down where my bros at
Better yet, where the hoes at?
Word on the street, Ima chick mag
Bald head bitch, Amber Rose swag
I don’t ask the price when I pop tags
Leanin’ got jet lag
I can’t go out sad
All the niggas ’round me got they own bag
Got a bitch in every city
These hoes ain’t nothin’ when you winnin’ (nothin’)
I can do the Gucci, I can do the Fendi
I can do the ‘Rari, I can do the Bentley
If a hater wanna stunt, I’m with it (let’s get it)
If a hater wanna stunt, I’m with it (let’s get it)
Popped a bar before I came, I’m trippin’
Y’all cuffin’ these hoes, I’m different

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I’m so dope, she relapse
I hang up, she call me back
I don’t want your love, you can keep that
Bitch got me twisted, Keith Sweat
Gimme that check, I need that
Gimme that neck, I need that
If it ain’t about that, you can lean back
Heard what I said, I mean that
This that get back
I’m in the back of the Mulsanne kick back
Big blunts, full of that
Green suicide, bitch hit that
Came up, from the bottom
Now a nigga on top with big racks
Louis this, Gucci that
When you a rich nigga, you can mismatch
Most these niggas that flex be broke, I don’t understand, I don’t get that
All on the ‘Gram, showin’ niggas what you toting ’til a nigga come through and blow your shit back
One shot to the dome, brains on the ground where your feed at
{Gunshot}
I’m tryna get paid, fuck that beef, you can keep that

[Pre-Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Big blunts make you lean back (Fat Joe)
House in the hills, I need that (need that)
I don’t need your love, you can keep that (keep that)
Just touched down, where the weed at?
Nigga this here, that get back
Stop poppin’ Xans and I relapsed
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back

[Verse 3: T-Shyne]
Lil’ ass nigga better get back (get back)
If you ain’t broke nigga, bet that (back that)
Yeah, I trap, I’m with that (with that)
‘Bout to move a pound through the lift app (Skrrrrt)
Think about it all when I sit back
The drank got me gone when I sip that
If I’m with a bitch, bet I hit that
If she fuck me good, might tip that
I got your bitch on my phone, she told she can’t leave me ‘lone
Give me head while I finish a song
Pussy dead, I just beat it for fun
I just spent your whole rent on my lungs
Gettin’ money, let’s count up the funds
You so broke, you got counterfeit ones
You don’t gotta lie to me son
The Rollie Presidential, like Sinbad
I just got off the PJ, I’m jet lagged
I’m pushin’ a foreign car (Skrrrt)
It’s me and some pornstars, I got ’em all on bars
What else could I want for?

[Pre-Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Big blunts make you lean back (Fat Joe)
House in the hills, I need that (need that)
I don’t need your love, you can keep that (keep that)
Just touched down, where the weed at?
Nigga this here, that get back
Stop poppin’ Xans and I relapsed
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back

Russ – Prosper

September 15, 2017 Azlyrics

[Chorus]
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I saw I conquered
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I conquered
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say

[Verse 1]
Eating in Italy
Golfing in Glasgow
Swimming in Switzerland
Mr international
All off these rap flows
All off these chord progressions
All of these kicks, snares, melodies and tour investments
I put my own money up so no one tells me shit
I know what you about to say before you tell me it
You so predictable
I’m so in tune with it
I gotta folder with a lotta women’s nudes in it
I gotta Rolex
I gotta lotta chains
But none of that is worth as much as memories that I’ve gained
I’m flying PJ’s
50,000 each way
Live from the peach-state
I hit the sweepstakes
These days they all scream Russ
Some are screaming hate
Some are screaming love
Fuck it everytime you judge I get paid
That’s what my mom told me
I’ma cop the wheels of fortune cause you owe me
Pat sayjak shit, pat sayjak shit
Might get a maybach for maybach just to say that shit
I gave a million to the government
I pay taxes
Did I say government I meant the mob
I hate that shit
Legal extortion of half my fortune
Soon as the tour ends a portion of my racks like Nordstrom gets taxed
If that’s the cost of doing business dog I need loopholes
Luckily the money getting longer than manute bol
Sumo it’s time to put my foot down
Picked up the gin around the time I put the kush down
I still smoke a little but not without a shot in me
Connected to my higher self yeah that’s the god in me
I’m just tryna stay on top like an apostrophe
Bitch I’m tryna win fuck only being a nominee
I’m a one of one, Russ is an anomaly
Coming to your city and boosting its economy

[Bridge]
Just live your truth and do you
They hate honesty boo hoo
Just count up all your blessings
Big or small they’re still all blessings

[Verse 2]
Three accounts each over a milli
Rap game so crazy if I’m sober I’m silly
Yeah I drink, yeah I smoke
But that’s natural elixirs
You live like your future ain’t in the picture
I’m high up out in Malibu
The road to real wealth is always paved with different avenues
The difference in dividends
Is multiple businesses
I got end of year goals too big for Christmas lists
I’m dropping these jewels
I’m breaking the rules
I take your negativity and I use it as fuel
These rappers are food
Yeah I’m still hungry
I own apartment complexes that’s real money

Tee Grizzley – Beef (feat. Meek Mill)

September 1, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro: Tee Grizzley]
Helluva made this beat, baby
Haa
Meek, you got your strap?
Ain’t nothin’ to talk ’bout
Let’s get it

[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
I don’t sleep on no beef
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas
You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
I come on your street
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
Murk ’em
I don’t squash no beef
We ain’t doing no flex
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
I don’t play with no beef
We ain’t play with no pussy
Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? (Brr)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
If I wanted a nigga gone, he a dead man (He through)
Say my name on his song, he a dead man (That’s your ass)
Tryna hide behind your niggas, that’s your man’s ass (nigga)
I leave his whole body bloody, call him Red Man
Hit the club in them Audi trucks and threw bands
Don’t get it twisted, bitch, we still got them Scooby Doo vans (Still slidin’)
Fuck with me, I’ma come to where you stand
And walk in your house with big shit like I’m finna move in
(Tell that bitch, we in this bitch)
Let me say that I don’t wanna see you bustlin’ (Kill the niggas)
Niggas in your backyard and on your front grass (We here)
And then don’t shot cribs, they gon’ give you one chance
Like nigga, come outside or we gon’ come in, boy

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yeah, nigga diss me in these raps, how we gon’ go about it (We gon’ go about it)
When we wack ’em, shit Obama prolly gon’ know about it (Brr)
Load the chopper, crack the window when we rollin’ by (There it go)
Fuck a drive-by, run ’em down so we know we got ’em (Hit ’em)
Know we chopping, test ’em and we leave you Holy Bible (Woo)
All this money got me thinking what I owe my rivals (Pussies)
A nigga said we tried to squash it then you know we lyin’ (Fall)
I told my youngin’ grab that rifle, set that boy on fire (Brr)
Couple niggas used to be with us, we ain’t make it to they funeral, they said that we did it
If we make it through the summer, we gon’ leave niggas (Like what?)
Like it’s [??] order, we gon’ squeeze niggas (Facts)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
I see the fear in your face, nigga (Lying)
And ain’t no turning back, I got my mind made, nigga (For real)
I chase nigga, eliminate niggas (Ayy)
Tell ’em Leek, that lemon squeeze ain’t for lemonade, nigga (No)
I ain’t no hatin’ ass nigga, but I hate niggas (Hate ’em)
What they gone do, that doctor ain’t got shit to save niggas (It go)
I’m through the city in that Range with my thang, nigga (On my momma)
Say my name and get banged, that’s on gang, nigga

[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
Still putting Draco’s on the plane, nigga (Draco)
Stopped the PJ in your city, we ain’t playin’ nigga (Skurt)
Heard he sneak dissing, seen him, what you sayin’, nigga (What you sayin’?)
Lost the memory, him must have had them Xans in him (On them Xans)
Still ride SRTs with the yams in ’em (SKurt)
Rental in my cousin’s name with the grams in him
Catch his homie out in traffic, that’s your man, nigga? (That’s your man?)
He say he don’t fuck with you and he a fan of us, pussy

[Verse 5: Tee Grizzley]
These niggas tweet a lot, these niggas text alot
What they gone do when I pull up and make em’ catch a lot?
Blue beam on that choppa Kamehameha
I throw them dragon balls at you like I’m Kakarot (boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 6: Meek Mill]
Circle through your hood, where your crew at? (Where your crew, nigga?)
Send your whole squad a message like a group text (Uh, brr)
Hit your dawg 20 times, nigga, you next (You next)
Squeeze that Glock until my trigger blue-black (Bow)

ASAP Ferg – Nandos

August 30, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Nowadays shit is crazy out here man
Gotta protect yourself, yeah

[Chorus]
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
This what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You fuck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
This what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You fuck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me

[Verse 1]
Hundred bottles in the club when I land though
We was in the PJ flying high fucking up Nandos
Landed in Cannes for a couple bands, that was the plan though
We gotta get a couple model bitches we gon’ fuck on the damn boat
The ass and legs got me dippin’ out, we gon’ fuck with the Lambo
The pigs fuckin’ with me I’mma turn into Django
Let’s ride on these niggas ’til Kirk Knight gotta speed up the tempo
This Hennessy got me fucked up, yeah I ain’t feelin’ my pain though
Feelin’ my pain though

[Chorus]
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You fuck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You fuck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me

[Verse 2]
Fuckin’ hatin’ niggas damning my interviews
Fuck what you thinkin’ my nigga? This USA shit get it critical
I’m not talkin’ lyrical
I’m talkin’ po-po-po that be shootin’ niggas in the blues
Shit is so cynical
Call up a Uber now my little niggas will finish you
Now look what I did to you
Motherfucker don’t you see that I’m ridin’
24/7 on the corner all my niggas they be all survivin’
Used to only hear ice cream trucks now all we hear is sirens
That’s ’cause this fucking world only stuck on money and violence
Money and violence

ASAP Ferg – Nandos (Still Striving Album)

August 23, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Nowadays shit is crazy out here man
Gotta protect yourself, yeah

Kodak Black – Boost My Ego (feat. Future)

August 2, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro: Future]
It’s that Project Baby
And we about fifteen up, you know what I mean?
They ‘gon try take advantage of this money
Shit coming in fast
They know we ain’t got a blueprint of this shit
We just came into this shit with it already

[Chorus: Future]
Baby mama flagein’, she don’t get no pardon
Boostin’ up my ego, made me go my hardest
Took me out the PJ and put me in a mansion
Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstandin’
Panamera these days, used to ride the banshee
Louis Vuitton these thots, I trap out the spot
Hermes belts and drapes, keep my doggies straight
Kodak buyin’ a Wraith, soon as he beat the case

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
All I know, identity theft, I buried all the credit cards
G1 had me in the kitchen, sellin’ hard and doin’ fraud
Took me out the ‘jects, now I’m flyin’ private jets, nigga
‘Member snatchin’ chains, I got my own around my neck, nigga
I caught five kidnappin’, but I ain’t no babysitter
I caught five kidnappin’, how you let me take your nigga?
Posted on the ugly, I jump out, go to bustin’
My baby mama dusty, got my little one out here musky
Skrrt, skrrt, pull up in a vert, call it a pullback, ayy
Pull up in a Wraith, they be like "Who is that"?
Pulling up in luxury, thank God, ain’t no more strugglin’
I’m rollin’ ’round, I be duffelin’
She under arrest, I’m cuffin’ it

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I just beat the case, I’m ridin’ in a double R
Spread the cheese with your people, gotta feed the squad
I bought my mama and my brothers, them another car
At first I was playin’ with this shit, but now I’m goin’ hard
It’s like my baby mama feel like she the superstar
I threw away the Fossil watch and bought an Audemars
Was in the ‘Yota, now I’m ridin’ in the luxury car
I was off the chain, now a youngin’ on the charts
I was ridin’ Suzuki, ayy, now I’m actin’ boujee, ayy
Now I’m coolin’, foolin’, I’m just ’bout my music
No more shootin’ cee-lo, poppin’ wheelies on the Banshee
Can’t be thuggin’ no more, homie, I stay in a mansion
I’m on mollys and the Xannies, feel extravagant
Took me off the ugly corner, I’m ridin’ panoramic
You hate the way I’m transitionin’, I’m corporate thugging
You miss when I was headfirst, when I wasn’t gettin’ no money

Boost my ego – Kodak Black feat. Future lyrics

July 29, 2017 Azlyrics

Lyrics Kodak Black – Boost my ego

It’s that project baby
.. fit in, you know what I mean
They ‘gon try take your bands and this money
S**t coming in fast
They know we ain’t got a blueprint of this s**t
We just came into this s**t (boost my ego).

Baby mama flies in
She don’t get no pardon
Boosting up my ego, made me go my hardest
Took me out the PJ, put me in a mansion
Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstanding
Panamera these days, used to ride the ..
Rover .., I trap out the spot
Her mans ..
Keep my doggy straight
Kodak ’bout to raid
So many beat the case.

All I know, I didn’t steal
I buried all the credit cards
She won’t have me in the kitchen, selling hard and doing fraud
Took me out the ‘jects now I’m flying private jets, nigga
Remember snatching chains, I got my own around my neck, nigga
I caught five kidnapping, but I ain’t no babysitter
I caught five kidnapping, how you let me take you, nigga
Posted on the ugly, jump out go to busting
My baby mama dusting, I’m a little one out here, ..
Skrrt, skrrt, pull up in a Vert, call it a pull .., ayy
Pull up in a Wraith, they be like “Who is that”?
Pulling up in luxury, thank God, ain’t no more struggling
I’m rolling and I be duffeling
You under arrest, I’m cuffing it.

I just beat the case, I’m riding in a double R
Spead your cheese with your people, gotta feed the scar
I bought my momma and my brothers, them, another car
At first I’m playing with this s**t but now I’m going hard
It’s like my baby momma feel like she the superstar
I threw away the Fossil watch and bought an Audemars
Was in the .. now I’m riding in the luxury car
I was off the chain, now I’m yanking on the charge
I was riding Suzuki, ayy
Now I’m acting boujee, ayy
Now I’m .. for it
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I’m just ’bout my music
No more shooting
.. popping wheelies on the bench
Can’t be thugging no more, homie, I stay in a mansion
I’m on Mollys and the Xannies feeling extravagant
Took my off the ugly corner, I’m riding panoramic
Hate the way I’m transitioning, I’m caught for thugging
This when I was headfirst, I wasn’t getting no money.