October 12, 2016 | azlyrics.li

Macklemore – Drug Dealer lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

Macklemore:

Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh, oooh, oooh

They said it wasn’t a gateway drug
My homie was takin’ subs and he ain’t wake up
The whole while, these billionaires, they kicked up
Paying out congress so we take their drugs
Murderers who will never face the judge
And we dancin’ to a song about our face goin’ numb
But I seen homies turn grey, noses draining blood
I could’ve been gone, out 30’s, faded in that tub
That’s Prince, Michael and Whitney, that’s Amy, Ledger and Pimp C
That’s Yams, that’s DJ A.M
God damn they’re making a killing
Now it’s getting attention cause Sara, Katey and Billy
But this shit’s been going one from Seattle out to South Philly
It just moved out about the city
And spread out to the ‘burbs
Now it’s everybody’s problem, got a nation on the verge
Take Activis off the market, jack the price up on the syrup
But Purdue farmer’s ’bout to move that work

Ariana DeBoo:

My drug dealer was a doctor, doctor
Had the plug from Big Pharma, Pharma
He said he’d heal me, heal me
But he only gave me problems, problems
My drug dealer was a doctor, doctor
Had the plug from Big Pharma, Pharma
I think he tryin’ kill me, kill me
He tried to kill me for a dollar, for a dollar

And these devil’s they keep on talkin’ to me
They screamin’ “open the bottle,” I wanna be at peace
My hand is gripping that throttle, I’m running out of speed
Tryin’ close my eyes but I keep sweatin’ through these sheets, through these sheets
Four horseman, they won’t let me forget
I wanna forge a prescription, cause doctor I need some more of it
When Morphine and heroine is more viewer budget
I said I’d never use a needle, but sure, fuck it
I’m caught up, I’m on one, I’m nauseous
No options, exhausted
This is not what I started
Walkin’ carcass, I lost everything I wanted
My blinds drawn, too far gone to leave this apartment

Ariana DeBoo:

My drug dealer was a doctor, doctor
Had the plug from Big Pharma, Pharma
He said he’d heal me, heal me
But he only gave me problems, problems
My drug dealer was a doctor, doctor
Had the plug from Big Pharma, Pharma
I think he tryin’ to kill me, kill me
Tried to kill me for a dollar, for a dollar

More, more, more
Re-up, re-up

Death certificate signed the prenup
Ain’t no coming back from this percocet
After this ambien, adderral, xanax binge
Best friends with the thing that’s killing me
Enemies with my best friend, there’s no healing me
Refilling these, refilling these
They say it’s death, death
Institutions and DOC’s
So God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can’t change
Courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference
And the wisdom to know the difference

Oooh, oooh
Oooh, oooh, oooh

Jidenna – BET Cypher Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Intro: Jidenna]
Primo, you ready to set it off?

[Verse 1: Aaron Cooks]
Yellow lives matters
Yellow God, nappy head trapper
Mack daddy, daddy macker
Criss cross with the wrist, I whip backwards
I walk on water in black Louie
Scoop some up in a pot and get back to it
The light skin Makavelli [?]
Valentino Nino sipping pinot, kilos in his Chevy
I turn your favorite rapper to Casper
Take his blood and make a masterpiece disaster
How you master the pieces
When you don’t own a piece of your master lil’ nigga
You gotta pardon me fam
But you was talking like you had a whole [?]
Only pennies I ever needed was Janet
Feds at the door, more [?]
[Verse 2: 3D Na’Tee]
I know you heard of me
Fine as a bitch and got more bras than Bourbon Street, without surgery
See I’m a [?]
Bring me a [?] I cook like a Jamaican thief
See every year when I don’t get an award it’s such a sad reminder
That I get robbed like Blac Chyna
With no ghostwriter, shout out to Drake though
I ball out like OG Maco
Play close attention cause I’m the savior
For y’all chasing Pokémon, I be chasing paper, without a major
While y’all tearing on every silicone clone for four summers
My flow been dumb as Raven-Symone
Like BIG and ‘Pac in a female body, I body all of you
Cause I’m an author, and I’m smarter
My IQ higher than Barack daughter
Why you let them labels rape you like Darren Sharper?
The game know ain’t no rap chick harder
Than 3D Na’Tee

[Verse 3: Rain 910]
Y’all hating for nothing, well it’s equal
Got a brother that I look just like, that I don’t speak to
What makes you think you have an opinion that I care for?
Got to take it in vain from here on
That’s [?] when he’s the topic you gon’ have to read about it
Sergio Tacchini sweatsuits and [?] watches
[?] at the bottom of every bottle of [?]
Sweety it won’t be easy to leave me but keep it rocking
Never did he mean to be greedy, just needed options
It’s different pictures from different nights, it just lead to gossip
The seat is toxic, and I never needed your love
Never needed your trust, it’s just me and my drugs
This deuce is for [?], this fo’ is for [?]
It’s aces for [?], sip slow, go with the flow
This is why I always end up where there’s nowhere to go
Shit, alone on this road, it’s cold on these slopes
If I overdose right now, no one’ll know
Don’t erase that I know what I wrote
It doesn’t show when I sow
And I don’t give a fuck if nobody feel me
It’ll take a whole army to kill me
Yeah

[Verse 4: Consequence]
[?] I ain’t got no time for flee markets
A chick get with me it’s like she land free on parking
Read about me, better hit the mean market
Cause in these streets homie, we ain’t ’bout talking
Cause back when Stevie had bees like Venus
And back when Venus had bees like [?]
I was in the MPV with Irv Gotti
Hoping one day we both be in Ferraris
Just like safari, moving neck after neck
But that’s the consequences of the lifestyle you pick
Been with the shit, I was raised for the revolution
Cause I’m a Black Panther like Cam Newton
Support this on your [?] now
Cause like Usain I can’t be beaten on a track
And you can’t be seen, thinking you eating off of rap
And he yada yada yelling “Yo Cons’ is back”, uh
It’s the Cons’ fool, word

[Verse 5: Jidenna]
Here go the black Abe Lincoln, half Blake Griffin
Amish man who stay pimping, game straight women
Or maybe he doesn’t date women but he stay primping
Looking like a Muslim leader with 88 children
They still tryna feel Jidenna out though
Is he that Uncle Tom whiter than the South Pole?
A field nigga that can wiggle with a [?]
On the line like I wiggle where the [?]
Eh, these rappers all copy
They lie to the world like Ryan Lochte
Yeah I’m in the White House on occasion
In the gentlemen’s club on occasion
But it’s way too many dollars in that fake ass bubble
Man I call that inflation
I guess fake is the new real
And everyday I’m tryna daze on a new pill
They see collard greens are the new kill
Well money talks, and nigga sales

Rich Chigga – Dat $tick Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Hook: Rich Chigga]
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’

[Verse 1: Rich Chigga]
Don’t give a fuck, poppin’ bottles in the club
Tryna fuck Atlanta bitch but let her lick the pussy up
Turn your bitch into a dyke, finna need her baptized
Pool full of liquor, finna dive in her eyes
Bitch I don’t care, finna fuck a bitch with no protection
I be ignant
Pray to God I’ma die with my nine on my side
Mothafuck cops, bustin’ like a pork, better hide
Put my dick in her mouth, call that shit a metapo
Cigarettes to my lungs ’til I let the pistol go
Liquor to my eyes, tell me what you wanna do
‘Fore I kill you in the street with the rest of your crew
I did this, you know this, the mark on my shoot
With a bullet grazin’, I almost took my life
Forgot what day feels like, I only live at night
Like a bat, not a rat, never die where you at, hoe
[Verse 2: Pouya]
I can’t see, walk, talk then stray, hoe breakin’
Ain’t nothin’, the energy I generate
The underground underdog ’bout to fall off
Into another generation
I was workin, bussin’ tables, now I got my own squid on the plate
Fuck the fame, baby, I don’t wanna live in L.A
Back to the M-I-A to the M-I
Gon’ lay with a ho, face in the coke lines
Toe taggin’ rappers thinkin’ that they’re snappin’
Goin’ bar to bar with me is suicide
You or I, do or die, baby, don’t even worry about who am I
Bank account go stupid now
You should know about the whip situation (aye)
Tour been feelin’ like a damn vacation
Germ fucked up, woke up not knowin’ where he at
You was blacked out in the damn basement

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I don’t give two fucks, I blow big bucks
Strip club, white pussy marks on my black tux
‘Cause after the party’s the hotel lobby
And that bitch gonna give me more head than Steve Harvey
I keep a duffle bag, not like the money team
All coked out on a scale of a triple beam
Nah mean? Fuck a team of guerrillas
Silverback stomp out your gang of chinchillas
Shoot case, military scopes
Korean shotty up the sleeve of my coat
Each slug is like one big egg roll
Impact, you could lose half of your leg, bro
‘Cause we don’t play those games
Franco hit the deck, click, clack, take aim
Guns never jam, we don’t waste rounds
Best shot’s behind the ear like chhhk BOW

A Boogie & Don Q – Floyd Mayweather Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Had to stop writing you back
Too young for a fucking attachment
I’m like a biker with swag
Zippers on my jacket like I’m Michael Jackson
If you put a knife in my back yeah I promise this gon be the fucking last one
I make a hit every track
Every one I make I say that I got one
Putting the x on the map
You miss your ex and you stay tryna find her
I put the D in her back made a track about it gave it to drama
The face in my rollie is black
Ima flood it up whenever the time come
Most of my hoodies are black
I was trapping before I was a rapper
I got off my ass and I ran it up
That sum in my stash was a hundred bucks
Now under the mattress got hundreds tuck
Niggas need classes to study us
I tell her don’t front and she back it up
These hundreds is lifting my mattress up
You wifing a thot and she acting up
You niggas be fucking the package up
My jeans are Armani I swag it up
I got the collection I madden up
Flooded the bridge out in Avianne I want you to see where im coming from
I want you to see it ain’t no one on one
I want you to know I don’t give a fuck
I picked up your bitch in a drop top I want you to see her when I pull up

[Verse 2: Don Q]
Lil bitch
Come and suck a nigga dick lil bitch
My groupie love when sky rocket
Extra condoms in my side pocket
She came to the show with her man
She left with the gang while he was outside watching
I put that hoe in a lamb i’m cutting through lanes she calling me phsychotic
I put a 4 in a can I’m tryna stay up off the drink so i drive nodded
I pull up my jacket it’s Rick Owen
My neck freezing and my wrist snowing
You niggas look like lick though
Wassup with that pussy, Ya bitch going
They know im important I don’t got to holla I tell my assistant to pick for me
They calling me Jordan my jeweler just make me some rings
I left with like 6 on me
I hear the lies in the rooms when are you guys gonna do?
Reach for this watch boy you stupid
Please do not die over music
Hundreds and thousands they come by the hour
We pumped out the housing you wasn’t allowed in
Need a rollie just to flood it with diamonds
Need a foreign that gon come with no milage
I got that bag and I ran through it
Come to the field bitch I’m Cam Newton
I bought a chopper that bitch got a stand to it
I jump out the van shooting
They throwing on that don and they ran up them bands to it
I still got them grams moving
20 on diamonds they dance when the hand moving
They told me I can’t do it

Usher – Would U Believe It

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

Hey there, unfortunately we don’t have the lyrics of this song named “Usher – Would U Believe It” yet.

We do try our best to have all the lyrics you want, but sometimes the lyrics are just not submited to us yet.

Do you have the lyrics? Why not submit them!

If you have the lyrics for “Usher – Would U Believe It”, it would be great if you can submit these. This will help other people find these lyrics instantly!

Submit Lyrics

Usher – Friday

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

Hey there, unfortunately we don’t have the lyrics of this song named “Usher – Friday” yet.

We do try our best to have all the lyrics you want, but sometimes the lyrics are just not submited to us yet.

Do you have the lyrics? Why not submit them!

If you have the lyrics for “Usher – Friday”, it would be great if you can submit these. This will help other people find these lyrics instantly!

Submit Lyrics

Lucian – Calm Waters

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

Hey there, unfortunately we don’t have the lyrics of this song named “Lucian – Calm Waters” yet.

We do try our best to have all the lyrics you want, but sometimes the lyrics are just not submited to us yet.

Do you have the lyrics? Why not submit them!

If you have the lyrics for “Lucian – Calm Waters”, it would be great if you can submit these. This will help other people find these lyrics instantly!

Submit Lyrics

Bridgit Mendler – Do You Miss Me At All

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

Hey there, unfortunately we don’t have the lyrics of this song named “Bridgit Mendler – Do You Miss Me At All” yet.

We do try our best to have all the lyrics you want, but sometimes the lyrics are just not submited to us yet.

Do you have the lyrics? Why not submit them!

If you have the lyrics for “Bridgit Mendler – Do You Miss Me At All”, it would be great if you can submit these. This will help other people find these lyrics instantly!

Submit Lyrics

Jay-Z – Girls Girls

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

Hey there, unfortunately we don’t have the lyrics of this song named “Jay-Z – Girls Girls” yet.

We do try our best to have all the lyrics you want, but sometimes the lyrics are just not submited to us yet.

Do you have the lyrics? Why not submit them!

If you have the lyrics for “Jay-Z – Girls Girls”, it would be great if you can submit these. This will help other people find these lyrics instantly!

Submit Lyrics

Michael Buble – Nobody But Me letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Verse 1]
Baby, I get a little bit jealous
But how the hell can I help it?
When I’m thinkin’ on you
Maybe, I might get a little reckless
But you gotta expect that
What else can a boy do?
My momma taught me how to share
But I’ll be selfish and I don’t care
Cause I want you, I need you all for me

[Chorus]
Now I don’t want anybody loving my baby
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody but me, hey
Now I don’t want anybody thinking just maybe
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody but me

[Verse 2]
And I know when you got a lovely lady
It might drive the boys crazy
When she’s looking so fine, woah
I know, know, know that no one would ever blame me
The only thing that could save me
Is just knowing your mine
My papa told me once or twice
Don’t be cruel but don’t be too nice
Cause I want you, I need you all for me

[Chorus]
Cause I don’t want anybody loving my baby
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody but me, hey
And I don’t want anybody thinking just maybe
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody but me

[Verse 3]
Hey, we make beautiful music together, how you make my heart sing
Move into the side with us and never be apart thing
Work of art thing, the way you pull me like a harp string
Every moment spent is worth it, that’s the perfect part, see
I like whatever you like, we had to do right
And do like, two sovereign nations and try to unite
I’m proud of you, like a treasure, you’re the one I’m cherishing
Every other girl is silly, paling in comparison

[Bridge]
Baby, I get a little bit jealous
But how the hell can I help it?
I’m so in love with you

[Chorus]
I don’t want anybody loving my baby
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody but me, hey
I don’t want anybody loving my baby
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody but me

[Outro]
Oh my papa told me once or twice
Don’t be cruel, don’t be too nice
My baby don’t need no one but me
Oh, and I know how to share
But I’ll be selfish, I don’t care
My baby don’t need no one but me

Olly Murs – Grow Up letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

(I thought about you the other day)
What the hell happened with you and me?
Cause, oh, ain’t no lovin’ no more
You ain’t as cool as you used to be
Closer to the mirror than you are to me
I said, oh, had to show you that door

Someday I hope we can fix it, ’cause I ain’t too proud to try
Say hi to your friends, and if they ever ask you why
We don’t talk…

Know you gotta grow up
Ain’t you sick of being immature?
Talkin’ loud ’cause you insecure
You always turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, c’mon
Why you always gotta show off?
You’re so offended, I already know
But when you hear this on the radio
You’re gonna turn it up, turn it up, turn it up

‘Cause it’s all about you-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
It’s all about you-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Now you said some stuff that you can’t take back
How did you think that I would react?
Cause you, you must be out of your mind, no
How did we go straight from love to hate?
Now it’s so deep that we can’t be mates
I said, oh, we should give it some time

Someday I hope we can fix it, ’cause I ain’t too proud to try
Say hi to your friends, and if they ever ask you why
We don’t talk…

‘Cause it’s all about you-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
It’s all about you-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Anytime you start it
You’re growing up a little darlin’
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Anytime you start it
You’re growing up a little darlin’

Know you gotta grow up
(Know you gotta grow up)
Ain’t you sick of being immature?
(Ain’t you sick of being immature?)
Talkin’ loud ’cause you insecure
(Talkin’ loud ’cause you insecure)
You always turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, c’mon
Why you always gotta show off?
(Why you always gotta show off?)
You’re so offended, I already know
(You’re so offended, I already know)
But when you hear this on the radio
You’re gonna turn it up, turn it up, turn it up

‘Cause it’s all about you-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
It’s all about you-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Anytime you start it
You’re growing up a little darlin’
‘Cause it’s all about you-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
It’s all about you-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Anytime you start it

(You’re growing up a little darlin’)

Hayley Kiyoko – One Bad Night letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Chorus]
Talk with your fingertips
Don’t stop the car, let’s drive
Suck on your amber lips
Just give me one bad night
Heart beat is razor thin
Hot heat, you make me high
Get underneath my skin
Just give me one bad night

[Pre-Chorus]
Ohh, ahh
You make me feel like
I wanna be bad
I wanna be bad, bad
Ohh, ahh
Let’s have a good time
And never look back
Let’s never look back

[Chorus]
Talk with your fingertips
Don’t stop the car, let’s drive
Suck on your amber lips
Just give me one bad night
(One bad night)
Heart beat is razor thin
(One bad night)
Hot heat, you make me high
(One bad night)
Get underneath my skin
(Give me one bad night)
Just give me one bad night

One bad night
One bad night
One bad night

[Bridge]
We play with fire
These yellow marks get glowing
Ember on the wire, I’m burning with you on this black tar road
When it feels this good, you don’t let go

[Pre-Chorus]
Ohh, ahh
You make me feel like
I wanna be bad
I wanna be bad

[Outro]
One bad night
One bad night
One bad night

All night
Never gonna stay
All night
Never gonna stay
All night

One bad night
One bad night
One bad night
One bad night

All night
All night

Maroon 5 – Don’t Wanna Know (feat. Kendrick Lamar) letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Intro]
Oh hey
Oh hey
Oh hey

[Chorus: Adam Levine]
I don’t wanna know, know, know, know
Who’s taking you home, home, home, home
I’m loving you so, so, so, so
The way I used to love you, no
I don’t wanna know, know, know, know
Who’s taking you home, home, home, home
I’m loving you so, so, so, so
The way I used to love you, oh
I don’t wanna know
[Verse 1: Adam Levine]
Wasted (wasted)
And the more I drink the more I think about you
Oh no, no, I can’t take it
Baby every place I go reminds me of you

[Pre-Chorus: Adam Levine]
Do you think of me? Of what we used to be?
Is it better now that I’m not around?
My friends are actin’ strange, they don’t bring up your name
Are you happy now?
Are you happy now?

[Verse 2: Adam Levine]
And I every time I go out, yeah
I hear it from this one, I hear it from that one
Glad you got someone new
Yeah, I see but I don’t believe it
Even in my head you’re still in my bed
Maybe I’m just a fool

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
(Oh hey)
No more “please stop”
No more hashtag boo’d up screenshots
No more tryin’ make me jealous on your birthday
You know just how I made you better on your birthday, oh
Do he do you like this, do he woo you like this?
Do he lay it down for you, touch your poona like this?
Matter fact, never mind, we’ll let the past be
Maybe his right now, but your body’s still me, woah

[Chorus: Adam Levine]
I don’t wanna know, know, know, know
Who’s taking you home, home, home, home
I’m loving you so, so, so, so
The way I used to love you, no
I don’t wanna know, know, know, know
Who’s taking you home, home, home, home
I’m loving you so, so, so, so
The way I used to love you, oh
I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna know, know, know, know
Who’s taking you home, home, home, home
I’m loving you so, so, so, so
The way I used to love you, oh
I don’t wanna know

[Outro: sample]
Oh hey
Oh hey
Oh hey
Oh, oh

Nick Jonas – Voodoo letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Verse 1]
Oh man down
You’re shaking his solid ground
You’re running me wild
And breaking me down, down
Desperate now
Way you do it, I don’t know how
You’re drinking me dry
Throwin’ fuel on a fire, fire

[Pre-Chorus]
And we ain’t enough
If this is what you’re calling love
I swear I’m better alone
I feel ya claws sinkin’ in
Gettin’ under my skin like

[Chorus]
Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea
V-V-Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea
You got me too attached, keep me comin’ right back
And just like that, got me comin’ right back like
Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea
V-V-Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea
You got me too attached, keep me comin’ right back
And I know that I ain’t fuckin’ with your voodoo
Voodoo do voo voo voo voo voo

[Verse 2]
And all my life
Can’t hold on to you this tight
Phasin’ you out
Just a face in the crowd, baby

[Pre-Chorus]
And this ain’t enough
If this is what you call love
I think I’m better alone
I feel your claws sinkin’ in
Getting under my skin like

[Bridge]
Fakin’ the rush
Is almost like callin’ it love
So why are you callin’ it love?
Yeah why are you callin’ it love?

[Outro]
Voodoo
Oh no
I ain’t fuckin’ with your voodoo

DJ Mustard – Want Her (feat. YG & Quavo) letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Intro: YG & DJ Mustard]
4Hunnid
Y’all already know who I am, right?
Mustard on the beat, ho!
Let’s go

[Hook: Quavo]
Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
[Verse 1: Quavo]
If I’ma spend I’ma pay for some friends
I’ma pay for some friends
If I’ma spend I’ma pay for some friends
I’ma pay for some friends
If I’ma spend I gotta pay for some friends
Let me pay for some friends
If I’ma spend, shawty bring your friends
I’ma pay, I’ma jugg, get ’em in
I’ma rap to you like Juvenile when that bag come
You want a rich nigga to pay your table tab, huh?
When we go shopping you want me to buy that bag, huh?
You don’t like it when I hop out with that mag, huh?
You don’t like when I’m finna dip with my niggas, huh?
That’s the only way a nigga can’t come get you, huh?
I got what you want, I know what you want
Want a rich nigga come up and pull up on your block
Want a rich nigga come up and pull up on your block
Bum bum, tell her get out that Honda

[Verse 2: YG]
You want a nigga to buy you a new ass, huh?
You want a nigga to pop out that tag, huh?
You want a nigga that know how to smash, huh?
You want a nigga to curve like he got that badge, huh?
You want a nigga that don’t care about your past, huh?
Cause you been living NASCAR fast, huh?
Don’t talk just buy that bag, huh
Bought that bag and get that ass, huh
She fuck with niggas by the plug (by the plug)
She got me going against my morals (‘gainst the morals)
Oh this bitch lying, but she loyal (oh she loyal)
Oh this bitch want to be spoiled (want to be spoiled)
That pussy got me tripping, need to wake up
How I let her sleep in my bed with all this makeup
That head game got me tripping, tripping
Can’t believe she let herself get face fucked

[Bridge: Quavo]
Shit how you spending, spending, spending
Spending, spending, spending?
Shit how you spending, spending, spending
Spending, spending, spending?
She could make a rich nigga spend
She could make a rich nigga spend

Dave East – Type Of Time letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Intro]
I did a lot but I never hated
Never hated
Did a lot but I never hated
We throw the money up
We throw the money up
I did a lot but I never hated
We throw the money up
We throw the money up

[Verse 1]
Strapped with my driver
You know there’s no running up
You go against the family you dumb or what?
I’m bout to fuck four or five summers up
She got that waist trainer on her waist
Told that bitch go get a tummy tuck
Wake up, I’m smoking dope everyday
I hit the bank that’s a money run
Baby girl chew me like bubble gum
I do not wanna smoke blunts with them
On them late nights pray the sun will come
Double dutching bitches jumping us
Polo on me, lot of horse power
Past women I am done with them
Baggin up in front my little brother
I ain’t wanna do that shit in front of him
Niggas tell me that I’m going nuts
Ask your bitch, she just was holdin those
You put Gucci all up on her clothes
When it come to this she probably overdose
Waited long enough we on it now
No more hoopin’ but I’m balling now
Got em in they feelings, I don’t call ’em now
I’m just tryna get it foreign tryna whip it
Neiman Marcus went like 20 on ’em
Shout to Trigga, had the Bentley for me
Remember I ain’t have a penny on me
If it’s (??) classic penny’s on me
Walking like I got a milli on me
[Hook]
I did a lot but I never hated
My man home so we celebrating
I’m in a condo with a elevator
My mind blowed, I’m just elevating
I’ve been on a different type of time
I’ve been on a different type of time
I did a lot but I ain’t never hated
My man home so we celebrating
I’m laying up countin hella paper
Got her goin down, I’m just levitating
I’ve been on a different type of time
I’ve been on a different type of time

[Verse 2]
I’m tearing Louis down
I’m tearing Fendi down
I’m hot, that’s a Fendi now
Jacket say Fendi now
Won’t pay for no verses
I smoke in the back of that Bentley now
I did not have a lot
We did not have a lot
Like how was they up stairs with Biggie?
How was they mad at Pac?
I ain’t have a crib but I had a Glock
I had the plug and Black had the pot
I want the world, you can have the block
Jump out a Porsche with the baddest thot
Remember I was tryna pay the cop
In and out the back of patty wagons
Pockets probably pack a lot of salad, I
Cameras in it helped me back it out
Prince of my city, what’s that about
They heard I could spit, tryna rap it out
They reach out they hands tryna dap it out
I go in my zone and I’m blacking out
We traveling, we don’t just map it out
I got my boarding pass
I just want all the cash
What’s better than that?
I think of hoopty, that Jetta was black
That broke shit was whack
I’ll never go back

[Hook]
I did a lot but I never hated
My man home so we celebrating
I’m in a condo with a elevator
My mind blowed, I’m just elevating
I’ve been on a different type of time
I’ve been on a different type of time
I did a lot but I ain’t never hated
My man home so we celebrating
I’m laying up countin hella paper
Got her goin down, I’m just levitating
I’ve been on a different type of time
I’ve been on a different type of time

[Interlude]
Man come to my hood and you say (?). Fuck out of here I ain’t talking with this nigga. The fuck is talking to this nigga. You know what my grandfather told me? You’ll get as far as the motherfuckers you talk to for no reason. You’ll be as successful as the motherfuckers you talk to for no reason

[Interlude 2]
Dave – Yo take around me real quick cuz, I gotta make a move, go up town for a minute

Man – Fuck it let’s go, where you tryna go?

Dave – I have to smuggle shit, I’m kinda bent from last night though, you drive?

Man – Yeah fuck it I’m drunk too

Dave – You sure my nigga? I never rolled with you before but you good?

Man – I’m gon’ find out today cuz, fuck it

Dave – Fuck it we out nigga, this nigga Jonesie, he just told me umm download his new shit, you heard that shit?

Man – No but I know Jonesie, got some fire for us

Dave – You know how that go. I got his shit right here nigga. Come on, we out though

Man – Fuck it let’s get it

Man 2 – Yo cuz let’s go get some papers real quick though

Dave – Yeah bet

[Outro: Dave East + (Man)]
Nah Dead ass though man nigga came a long way B. Like I never saw this shit doing what it’s doing. (That’s a fact cuz, who the fuck thought we’d be all the way out here doing this shit. We was in the trenches.) Trenches bro, like niggas really just drove across America. (Smoke all the best weed that there was to smoke)

You feel me? From the bitches to the niggas, pass that weed nigga. (You know I’m gon’ get that back fucking with you). From the bitches to the niggas man, it’s like this shit come from the bottom, look what it’s doing man, ain’t nobody believe this shit. (No I ain’t got no choice nigga fuck it). Only one way to go nigga

Mac Miller – My Favorite Part (feat. Ariana Grande) (Live) letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Intro: Ariana Grande]
Don’t know why thinking of him makes me smile

[Hook: Mac Miller]
Said, you just don’t know how beautiful you are
And baby that’s my favorite part
You walk around so clueless to it all
Like nobody gonna break your heart
It’ll be alright babe, see, me, I got you covered
I’m gon’ be your lover, you might be the one
If it’s only tonight, ayy, we don’t need to worry
We ain’t in a hurry, rushin’ into love
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Said, you know I know who you really are, ain’t need to lie
Said, the universe couldn’t keep us apart, why would it even try?
Yeah, said, don’t let them hurt you ever, I know you far too smart
Before things come together, they have to fall apart
It’s been a while since I’ve been sober, this life can be so hard
I’d rather talk about you

[Hook: Mac Miller + Together]
Said, you just don’t know how beautiful you are
And baby that’s my favorite part
You walk around so clueless to it all
Like nobody gonna break your heart
It’ll be alright babe, see, me, I got you covered
I’m gon’ be your lover, you might be the one
If it’s only tonight, ayy, we don’t need to worry
We ain’t in a hurry, rushin’ into love

[Bridge: Ariana Grande]
If you wanna stay, we’re taking it slow baby
Cause you and me, and I got enough on my mind
But I can make time for something so divine

[Hook: Together]
Said, you just don’t know how beautiful you are
And baby that’s my favorite part
You walk around so clueless to it all
Like nobody gonna break your heart
It’ll be alright babe, see, me, I got you covered
I’m gon’ be your lover, you might be the one
If it’s only tonight, ayy, we don’t need to worry
We ain’t in a hurry, rushin’ into love

RiFF RaFF – Back From The Dead (feat. Skepta) letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
Back from the dead, back from the dead
Back from the, back from the dead
Back from the dead, back from the dead
Back from the, back from the dead

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
The baby blue coupe looks like baby food
My diamonds jumping out the gym since preschool
You a typewriter, I’m the type to collect titles
Versace gingivitis, diamonds on my pacifier
I even as a youth crushed jewels upon my tooth
Throw the car seat out the roof, I hit the [?]
I finesse the Jaguar, I candy coated my car
I got Butterfinger interior, intercept a miracle

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
Back from the dead, back from the dead
Back from the, back from the dead
Back from the dead, back from the dead
Back from the, back from the dead

[Verse 2: Skepta]
If I had to take a L, take it on the chin
[?], all I do is win
Seattle for my bling, all you hear is “shiiiing”
Chicken wing swing when I’m dancing with my ting
You think it’s scary, I’m dead already
My funeral was amazing, it was beautiful
Doves flying, brothers blazing in the cubicles
Fakes crying
Rest in peace, it’s so delusional
But I know that’s the usual

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
Back from the dead, back from the dead
Back from the, back from the dead
Back from the dead, back from the dead
Back from the, back from the dead

Yung Simmie – Shoot Da 3 (feat. Denzel Curry) letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Hook]
I’m a different breed
Got your bitch on me
Feeling like I’m Curry, balling on your team
How you do this shit?
They keep asking me
Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three
All my chains on feel like Mr. T
I ain’t got no limits feel like Master P
I be sipping muddy this is not no tea
Plug hit my phone, come and shout with me
Rolling up that sticky your bitch stuck to me
Even when I’m sleep, money in my dreams
Strippers on the floor, ones in my jeans
Sipping dirty Sprite nigga watch me lean
Cause I’m a different breed
Got your bitch on me
Feeling like I’m Curry, balling on your team
How you do this shit?
They keep asking me
Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three

[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]
Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three
Niggas playing foul they can’t keep it G
Talking to the cops call it referees
You be cheap talking I keep cash on me
Thinking I’ma fall wake up out your dream
Thirty with the beam make a nigga lean
It’s a murder scene I ain’t see a thing
He be LeBron James he be switching teams
I be doing me Daylyt who is he
I be snatching bitches keep your jewelry
I with all my niggas fuck security
And my bitch bad no insecurities
The 30 on me like I wear a jersey
A sharp shooter call me Stephen Curry
I’m dunking on them like I’m James Worthy
I be King Simmie you ain’t even worthy
I’m working late I get the money early
Had to kick her out she was mad annoying
Niggas hating but they bitch going
I pulled off I was in the foreign
My weed loud so you can’t ignore it
These niggas sleeping I can hear them snoring
A different breed I smoke different weed I smoke OG It ain’t got no seeds

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Driven adrenaline dribble and dip in them benjamins within this syndicate this is my [?] wickedness future no who is the wickedest infinite need me a crib with a picket fence counterfeit niggas don’t change they ain’t making sense never, never could desert hot boy in the desert got hits like Maywheather you soft as my leather call me young Chester cause I get the cheddar 8 balling no better I’m with the vendetta I’m shooting barrettes God of the city just like the favelas my niggas all gangsters just like the goodfellas Hellen Keller niggas out of sight out of mind cloud 9 south side the affili homicide curry on the beat got a simmie on the side U.L.T C9 2.7.5

Tsar B – Swim letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

Don’t figure out, figure out my mind
Don’t let me clinch my ring, I don’t wanna swim
Gonna hold my sails down
Gonna hold them through the night
From up my rude, don’t let it fade
Gonna hold my hinches down

Just because I can’t stay
Help me to go to the desert station and [?]
Just because I can’t stay
Finally I find my destination
There’s a station out of lust

Gonna hold my sails down
Gonna wave them through the night
Gonna hold the sails down
Just because I can’t stay
Help me to go to the desert station and [?]
Just because I can’t stay
Finally I find my destination
There’s a station out of lust

Swim to the dark blue lakes
Where we should not collide
Where guilts can hold us stade
Where we would say it’s fine
Then we could ever see
That we could run to the
Wasteland unknown
My hands unsure

Just because I can’t stay
Help me to go to the desert station and [?]
Just because I can’t stay
Finally I find my destination
There’s a station out of lust

Tech N9ne – Erbody But Me (feat. Krizz Kaliko & Bizzy) letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Intro]
Okay

[Hook: Bizzy]
Walk right up in the room like fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
Lookin’ like it’s all good but fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
And I really wish a nigga would say fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
And you could be just like me say fuck er’body
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Finna go up
Er’body but me say fuck er’body
Okay

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
K-C-M-O
Born and raised if you ain’t get the memo
Slippin’ in my city is a N-O
We put down a demo, then go stuffing them hoes in a limo
Cause they said they serving more jaw then Jay Leno
What they seein’ walk through the doors, winners
Haters muggin’ us because they hoes, grinners
Sinners better simmer when thinking they want to chin us better remember it ain’t nothing but rogue, in us
Steppin’ out with Tech Nina, yes sir, weather remains, wetter she came
Next thing you know, mayne, that girl want everything, everything
When it’s playing she saying this my shit
That’s why they be waiting in line to kiss my grip
Offer true paid dues, I’m not selfish
But you may lose, if I could help it
Step into this Piru made grove wearing the opposite of blue suede shoes, Elvis

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
We drinkin’
Why you wonder why your woman winkin’
Trip with us you’re headed for extinction
We just bringing brinks in
To buy the bar get everybody drinkin’
People looking salty must be smokin’ Jesse Pinkman
Er’body, but me
Lookin’ broke and, dusty
That’s how your lady look at me, that’s why she wanna, cuff me
I’m gonna shine never, rusty
Every year I come back with another one they never gonna, hush me
She wanna get close to touch a strange jam
She say you don’t remember me ’cause I just became slim
Ah ye-ye-ye-ye-ye
That’s right I know you from, um so and so what’s her name ‘nem?
They know Tech Nina is always coming hotter than, hell’s pit
And I’m steady drinking like I’m a, Celtic
Why they trippin’ with me? ‘Cause now I’m dipping with she
And I’m gonna give her what she need, pelvis

Kamaiyah – F*ck It Up (feat. YG) letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Verse 1: Kamaiyah]
Don’t need no introduction I’m a fool
School girl but I didn’t make it out of school
Mama told me “I done raised a fool”
But I didn’t listen, I was optimistic
And now I’m in the studio, see no competition
They sneakin’ and dissin’ don’t care bout them bitches
I had a dream of Beamers on 6’s
Give me 3 months and I swear I’ma get it, oh
Big money get in quick, you know we ball out
We do all the shit that you just talk bout
I left my ex-nigga in the dog house
Two phones, I ignore his calls now
Cause I’m up now
And they do not want to see this girl shinin’
Give a fuck now
You just say that you bout it, you lyin’

[Hook: Kamaiyah]
Fuck it up, west side niggas know we fuck it up
Dubs up, how you know we thug it up
If you don’t ends, you cannot with us
You cannot fuck with us
You know we drunk as fuck
Drugs in the club cause the club with us
The G’s all think, you know I’m number one
And you don’t get no (?), no love from us
You get no love from us, you get no love from us

[Verse 2: YG]
Fuck it up girl, go on fuck it up
This Petron, I got the devil in my cup
Fuck it up girl, go on fuck it up
Rich nigga pay whatever for a nut
Go west (go, go, go)
Gotta keep the nine on me, she say these niggas brazy
Niggas say they made me, well make another me
In that Benzo
Maybach, a nigga bought a limbo
Thick, thick ass got them (?)
Fucked in a (?)
That’s what I’m here
I got sharkses out here I’m a fool with it
This movie don’t need extras I’m too with it
Chessboard you would think I move with it
I’m a builder and you know Bob keep a tool with him

Eearz – No Sleep (feat. Chief Keef) letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Hook: Eearz]
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
Don’t wanna be a sheep I pray the lord my soul to keep
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
Don’t wanna be a sheep I pray the lord my soul to keep
Don’t wanna be a sheep I pray the lord my soul to keep
I’m so hungry you hear the creak in my tummy
I’m so high off greek you hear the creak in my tummy
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us

[Verse 1: Eearz]
You can live for me, you wanna see get to Glory
Say [?]
Me and my family we proud up in the bed six deep
I was caught up on [?]
I can hear the weeps and the hallways can hear the weeps
Brought me to the rooms and he told me [?]
Blank stare at the wall, I swear I couldn’t even breathe
[?] fourteen years old, going on like thirty three
Tapped into the savage on that day is what I mean
Tables turned you feel you cannot turn the other cheek
From then on everything was a plate no nigga eat
[Hook: Eearz]
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
Don’t wanna be a sheep I pray the lord my soul to keep
Don’t wanna be a sheep I pray the lord my soul to keep
I’m so hungry you hear the creak in my tummy
I’m so hungry you hear the creak in my tummy
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Walked up in the bank there’s so much cash I gotta take
Twenty sixteen there’s so much cash I gotta make
Excuse me, vegetarian that’s so much bad up on my plate
That’s steak, spicy garlic, man that’s a normal date
I’m hot now, I can’t stop now, I’m on fire
I make your bitch tat me on her back, I’m a wire
It take blood, sweat, and tears, but I am not a crier
The way Ben Franklin sing, he make me think I’m a choir
Sosa got the strap, you know I wear it like a bomber
Act like you don’t middle of December, turn to summer
The way I make your bitch hot, I’m a stove, Harry Potter
This mathematics, you can leave if you ain’t talking numbers

[Hook: Eearz]
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
Don’t wanna be a sheep I pray the lord my soul to keep
Don’t wanna be a sheep I pray the lord my soul to keep
I’m so hungry you hear the creak in my tummy
I’m so hungry you hear the creak in my tummy
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat

[Verse 3: Eearz]
Lean on me like Morgan Freeman, no further you shall see
Pacing in circles in the darkness, won’t the light come follow me
[?] to lose your [?]
Stomach folding, this the greatest story ever told
I knew that I was a legend more now than before
Wait two nights to my last bitch [?]
Flew by you in quite a flash, few nights I saw you pass
Stay up on my path, I bet I be here laughing lastly

[Verse 4: Eearz]
Wings up on your back and the wind beneath your feet
Watch the game we play, you can get tricked up off the street
Days like Halloween, you can get tricked and be a treat
Won’t happen to me, I sink my teeth into they sweet

JR Donato – All Winter (TGOD Vol. 1 Mixtape) letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Bet y’all niggas didn’t know we was working on this
Haha, Taylor Gang Volume 1

[Verse 1: J.R. Donato]
Don’t want me to smash your sister nigga get her
I’m getting money on the block with my hittas
They pulling up they pulling cars they pulling triggers
Come wipe me down they wiping niggas out the picture
I got that pack okay I pitch it like a pitcher
And this ain’t Twitter so I’m not the one to mention
Eating shroomies got her staring at the ceiling
I got bundles in my backpack and got lean all on my kidney
Fuck with us will get you missing, on a mission
Hit his block he got smashed up guess he ain’t listen
I got a watch thats fully loaded and it glisten
Probably got that dog food, they call it D now he a Piston

[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
I’m never scared I’m prepared for the drama
I’m breaking bands I break bread with my mama
I think I wanna get the Porsche drop this summer
And if I do bitch imma drive it all winter, all winter
Hoe yea we shining all winter
Spring, Summer, Fall, yea, all Winter
Don’t hustle with ya but they wanna ball with ya
Spring, Summer, Fall dawg yea we balling all winter, all winter

[Verse 2: J.R. Donato]
I take your bitch and probably fuck her to some Tiller
I’m pouring up this for Pimp C she want Tequila
We popping bottles boy you know you popping Miller
I’m from the Illi- so that bitch know that I’m iller
P.S.A. yea this go out to all niggas
Cut him off he acting like a fraud nigga
P.S.A. yea this go out to all bitches
Cut that bitch off and she might wan’ fuck yo nigga
I get money, I get money I’m fucking with it
In foreign whips with Luck we bumping Skoobzilla
Keep it chill ain’t gotta touch it I don’t feel ya
Kodak Black, that Kodak Black I’m bout my scrilla
I’m popping tags, popping bands aye pop that nigga
I made 200,000 dollars and ain’t go to college
I bought that Chally off the lot didn’t have to watch the mileage
You know we only smoke that loud you like to chill in silence

[Outro: Wiz Khalifa]
It’s a hot summer J.R
But all this work that we putting in right now
Finna stunt all winter my nigga

Wiz Khalifa – Can’t Wait (feat. Alpac) (TGOD Vol. 1 Mixtape) letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
You can’t wait too long (Who you know smoke more than the Gang?)
Cuz opportunity comes and goes
You can’t wait too long (Don’t worry I’ll wait)
When you get another shot you never know
You can’t wait too long (What up Al Pac!)
Got no time for that, no time for that
You can’t wait too long, you can’t wait too long, no

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I ain’t waiting for my shot
I’d rather get mine the hard way than take it off the top
I make her do what my car say
I’m skating off the lot, smoking weed in the hallway
I stink of all the pot, think you get out on the squad
But I’m thinking that you not
Run up on me the wrong way and end up getting socked
Ain’t worried bout what you gon’ get just think of what you got
Telling me I’m a star so I take her to the block
Let her meet all my squad see my place
See all of my cars could win a race
But I’m grown I be on a different pace
Get a shot get a chase, I don’t take her out on a dinner date
Want a real nigga mama he’s in your face
Watch how I innovate
These bitch ass niggas they been afraid
We ain’t just getting started we been a gang
You lil ones ain’t in the way, you just a bunch of internet chumps
Tryna be tough, until somebody fuck you up
It’s Young Wiz

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
You can’t wait too long
Cuz opportunity comes and goes
You can’t wait too long
When you get another shot you never know
You can’t wait too long
Got no time for that, no time for that
You can’t wait too long, you can’t wait too long, no

[Verse 2: Al Pac]
Niggas bullshitting me I’m on a paper chase
On the grind everyday to get this paper straight
I paid my dues, Al Peezy making major moves
Smoking on some KK sipping on my booze
I’m from the bottom, coming straight off the block
Ride around in the Caddy, high from pushing this drop
Imma take you to the top, still repping for Bigavell
And I’m coming for my spot, still giving you niggas hell
What it is, Al Gotti I’m riding with Young Wiz
Gain Greene, Taylor Gang we give you niggas the biz
The streets love it, Al Pac I make it do what it do
If you niggas need that wave I put you up in the loop
Got your lady in the coupe and she swallowed the whole team
When we pull up to the spot, we murder the whole scene
Hold it down for the town, I’m the menace from uptown
Talk crazy out your mouth, my nigga get barked down

[Outro: DJ Motor Mane]
I hope you got your joints rolled
We just getting this thing started
It’s Taylor Gang Volume 1
Your boy DJ Motor Mane checking in
E. Dan on em
You already know how we get down
This has been brought to you by Wiz Khalifa Raw Papers
Taylor Gang grinders on deck
We rollin

Juicy J – Come Through (TGOD Vol. 1 Mixtape) letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Chorus] (x2)
Lil bad bitch say she wanna come through
I’m chilling at the spot you could come through
Say her friend wanna come, tell her she can come too
I’m gon’ cum, you gon’ cum, tell her she gon’ cum too

[Verse 1]
I used to be that nigga that would take ya hoe
If she ain’t sucking dick then she gon’ have to go
Now I’m on some new shit I’m so fucking cold
Now I have ’em eat each other at the door
Spending all this money like this shit ain’t nothing
Pull up full of drugs like I’m David Ruffin
Sprinter full of hoes they just wanna party
I told you once before these hoes for everybody
The loud burning with my niggas, them extendos with us
Came to party but we keep them triggers
Pour Patron on a thirsty hoe
You done seen a lot of shit but you ain’t never been fucked on a boat
[Chorus] (x2)
Lil bad bitch say she wanna come through
I’m chilling at the spot you could come through
Say her friend wanna come, tell her she can come too
I’m gon’ cum, you gon’ cum, tell her she gon’ cum too

[Verse 2]
I seen her with her ass all out
She said she left her man at the house
She said she going live on Facebook
She say she do her thang with a grapefruit
She trynna get with any nigga with some dough
She wanna bring a friend to enjoy the show
Well imma tell them bitches meet me at the room
Cuz I got something else for the both of you
And you gon’ have to share that pussy with the crew
You talking all this shit its time to show and prove
We throwing all these hundreds on that fat ass booty
You throw that pussy at me imma alley-oop it

Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa & Project Pat – Feeling Faded (TGOD Vol. 1 Mixtape) letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Intro: Juicy J]
Winners circle
We scrapin’ up all this money man
The hustle continues

[Hook: Juicy J]
I’m feelin’ faded, and elevated
Buying everything so they can tell I made it
I’m rolling papers, they tryna’ fade us
I keep that money comin’ in, I’ma scrape it
I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it
I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it
I’m rolling papers, man I’m faded
I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Man I’m blowing all this loud
I’ll be damned to let a nigga take it
I’m a stoner wake and bake’n ain’t no exit ?
Plenty syrup, plenty loud, nigga you ain’t heard
All this cake a nigga makin’, better than desert
Keep that chopper on alert
Bombay quench my thirst
All these dead presidents I’ma need a hearse
I’m getting faded, I’m so high
Bout to spark, Captain Kirk
Wastin’ weed, in my lap, tryna roll up but I swerve
You say you not sucking dick, bitch you got some nerve
Put this condom on your ear hoe fuck what you heard
I’m the shit, you just a turd, you ain’t shit mark my words
Got bitches who give me brain ’til I’m a nerd

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
They try to talk about me cause I’m always staying positive
Ridin’ clean she wakin’ up and cleanin’ thats just how I live
Niggas busy stressin’, I’m just smokin’ weed and takin’ shots
Gotta keep the proper medication cause I think a lot
Fresh out the jacuzzi smokin’ doobies in my Ksubis
Face time her bring her to the trap to watch some movies
Netflix, champagne, Apple TV
Best believe its going down, you fuckin’ with a, G

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Scrape it up, scoop it up
We just tryna pile it up
Buying drugs where I’m from
You might get fucked like a slut
Medical cali in my lungs, hustlers hold them rollies up
Gas get in my pockets fat, stuffed like a stromboli bruh
In the club sparkles on them bottles like fourth of July
Bookin’ shows all the way to Mississipi all the way to the Dubai
Rollin papers smokin’ like a hippie brains in the sky
Rari light, police ask me questions know I’ma lie
Cause I’m 100 like a Calico
Cigarillo full of medical
You know wheels off the credit bro
We poppin’ bottles and we stackin’ dough

Wiz Khalifa, Ty Dolla $ign, Raven Felix & Tuki Carter – For More (TGOD Vol. 1 Mixtape) letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Intro: DJ Motor Mane]
We ain’t never gon’ fall off
We always stand tall in this thing
It’s the only way we know, it’s go hard, you feel me
Ayo Cap, what up, Ty what up
Raven I see you, Tuki, holla at em man let em know how we do

[Wiz Khalifa: Chorus]
Been through so much, feel like I been here before
And I ain’t never gave up once, I’ll always be back for more
And I done learned so much in the game
Made it so far but I’ll never change
Know they waiting for me to fall off, but I’ll be back for more
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Told her baby that I’ll be back for more
If the head good you know that I’ll be back for sure
You and I we been through the most
But you never gave up on me
You stayed by my side, you my ride or die girl
I gave you the keys to the Porsche, gave you the keys to the house
Introduced you to moms, girl
You should have my babies
We should start an empire, we can cuddle by the fire
Dolla getting money now, gotta get money now

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign] (x2)
And Dolla never falling off
Dolla still rep the Gang
Dolla never change up
Woah

[Verse 2: Raven Felix]
I started young, I saw a lot
Never questioned if I wanted this bad enough or not
Coming up I never thought about the top
Now I’m getting closer to it every song I drop
Bumps in the road, still moving
I was taught to keep it pushing till you get through it
Quitting’s not an option, whats a boss to a queen
Nah, more like whats a queen to a goddess
That’s always been my mind state, got a taste
Now there ain’t no going back to the ways when we was unpaid
Unemployed, I never had no other choice
Had responsibilities that I couldn’t avoid

[Bridge 2: Raven Felix]
I, never imagined that it could happen this fast
Came in the game just turning nothing into something now we counting this cash
And I know the higher up that you get means its harder when you fall down
So we gotta stay up, stay up, we about to have it all now
Got me feeling like I

[Verse 3: Tuki Carter]
I wake up on that get I, I push myself to get it
I make that product pack it up and seal it
Pump that volume if you with it
Draw it up and frame it, display it seal it
Stack some bread, (?) Action Jackson got it made like special ed
Some sexting got you vexing, so mad you sent a text
She sent a screenshot back like this nigga losing his mac
Dang, intimidated by money reiterate that he funny
You silly slacker I’m Taylor’d, I milly rock in some gators
I’m ice cold, chilly pimping don’t like hoes
A-Town stomping, itty bitty thick, booty bumping, shut up and say something
Make something, instead of hating on creative ways that make haters say negative bullshit
Most because they lost they woman to real niggas
So keep ya hustle on hustle, get the M’s up don’t struggle
I’m M&M’ing these suckers, you threw back candy in clusters
We move by state to state in these busses, to make our way on these fuckers
You charge the game up while they charge the lame up
Never put yourself down on the same ground that you would walk on
You diss that bitch you get your money and you walk along
You walk along, yea

Berner – For The Low (TGOD Vol. 1 Mixtape) letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Intro: DJ Motor Mane]
Yea, we out in Cali
We gon’ take you to the Bay Area real quick
My man Berner, smoking good weed
Counting that cash, you already know

[Verse 1]
When I get drunk around the bitch I get to preaching
Without some money or some smoke I get to tweaking
I party all weekend, and I don’t ever sleep
I get up and get to straight to the garden and set seeds
Taking bout cash I need a big brown bag
I got bitches that’ll get big money that wanna strip for me
Gold chain big tummy and my click hungry
30 round clip, they ain’t taking shit from me
I’m a Bay Area boy, she wanna marry ya boy
She need to pay me some more
I been all around the world like Biggie
My OG’s pop seeds they got in the 60’s
The F1 Durb got the club all pussy
They got money on my head come and get me
Shout out to the Dogg, we be high, burning Lemon
I’m Taylor Gang repping I been on since ’07
[Chorus]
Yea, we blow dope money
I got pretty blonde girls that’ll hoe for me
I got land in the hills, we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie
Yea, we spend blow money
I was all around the city getting hoe money
I got land in the hills we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie

[Verse 2]
I got it for the low, if they hate Big Bern’ they got to go
I was only 16 when I learned how to grow
It ain’t nothing like the weed game, baby
Dawg these renegade bitches better, pay me
I’m on the 80 doing 80
They say I’m crazy I’m just grumpy at times, when the pills get me lazy
Lemonade tasty, yea I’m Max B wavy
I ain’t flexed yet, I just burned 380 on jewels
And a big blue pool I’m old school
I don’t talk on the phone, I just know how to move
Dog they don’t touch work they just front on the net
I keep talking on the burner catch one to the neck
Bay boy, real ‘Frisco shit
We get money off the girl you tryna kiss that bitch
And I ain’t even trying let em lie
On my name brought that one that play with fire(?)

[Chorus]
Yea, we blow dope money
I got pretty blonde girls that’ll hoe for me
I got land in the hills, we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie
Yea, we spend blow money
I was all around the city getting hoe money
I got land in the hills we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie

[Outro: Berner]
You know I still move around, you know what I’m talking bout
People talking bout I changed, psh
Still doing the same thing man, picking up paper bags, man
380K, you know what I’m talking bout, blowing big money everyday
Wiz whats up boy, haha, all the suckers tho
Tried to tell em, 2016
We riding whips looking real clean, yeah

21 Savage – Lord Forgive (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 12, 2016

[Verse 1]
A hundred a zip and I’m sippin’ on drop
I hit for a hunnit’ and I bought me a drop
I pulled up on her and panties just drop
Up 32 shots and you niggas gon’ drop
I’m from [?] give a fuck bout your block
High speed chasing, give a fuck bout the cops
When I see 12, put the dope in my sock
Niggas be rappin, I came up off rocks
I’m thuggin’, Im thuggin’, I feel like I’m Pac
They tried to betray me
I’m mad at myself cause I keep it real with all these niggas
Niggas actin like bitches, niggas all in they feelings
These niggas acting like women
Drowning in money, I’m swimmin’
These bitches acting like pigeons
I just want a couple million, I just want a couple million
And I’m still loyal to the game
These other niggas man, they lame
I really sold cocaine, Gas stank propane
Glock forty, nigga bang, Blood, Crip, nigga bang
I heard ya got ya chain took and had to get another damn chain
21 nigga the gang, slaughter ya daughter the gang
Mac 90 got range, young savage got aim
I bought a new Rollie, its plain, you niggas best stay in yo lane
I pull up and fuck on yo main
I’m covered in money, I’m drippin
These niggas they telling, they snitchin’
So we gon’ fuck on all they bitches, I be round lot of henchmen
Moving like im John Gotti, 12 gauge nigga shotty
Hit ’em all in the body, I just caught another body
Lord forgive me I’m sorry, I can’t help it, I’m a street nigga
I had to get some money, I watched my momma struggle
I jumped off the porch, had to use my muscle

[Hook]
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, lord
They keep askin’ why I got that sword in my face (Tayman)
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, lord
I just beat another case
I just went and bought a Wraith
I just nutted on her face
Brand new rollie with the face
No face, no case

[Verse 2]
Lord forgive me for my sins, I was struggling tryna win
I had to lose a lot of friends, nigga tryna chase them m’s
Cooking up crack its illegal, riding with a desert eagle
I’m a felon, that’s illegal, main bitch, she illegal
Hunnid pounds of Cali reefer, Call of duty heat seeker
Pull up on ya in a regal, window down nigga creeping
Nigga rapping? I’m preachin’, nigga we are not equal
In the trenches, niggas beefing, i remember not sleeping
Hit the club and get to squeezing, shoot it up for no reason
I was living like a demon, i was living like a demon

[Interlude]
Now i lay me down to sleep, i pray the lord, my soul to keep
If i should die before i wake, i pray the lord my soul to take