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IDK – Pizza Shop (feat. Yung Gleesh)

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 11, 2017•0 Comment(s)

Part I

[Intro]
Blow your mind

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
This that drive-by
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Hello out the whip
With the clip, make you bye-bye
Roll the windows up
Hotbox, smokin’ la la
Roll the windows down
See the opps, it’s a problem
Shit, really I’m a good boy
But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy
Blunt guts on the floor, I’m a Backwood boy
Lookin’ at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy
Screamin’ out the window like, "Fuck you, pay me"
Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr)
Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me
Charley’s Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately
Hangin’ with my niggas makes me wanna start trouble
If they fight, I’ma fight, make this shit a royal rumble
I’m a gang gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’ run

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh & Jay IDK]
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run

[Verse 2: Jay IDK]
I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and them (Dae Dae and them)
I used to wanna hang with Nelson and them (Nelson and them)
I used to wanna hang with Diemon and them (Diemon and them)
‘Til they gave all three 40 years in the Pen
But that’s the way you get respect when you tryna be ’bout it
Shit I was goin’ down that road, but my phone kept reroutin’
They tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy
You gon’ ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang
So now we speedin’ to the pizza place
Closin’ up, it’s gettin’ late
Someone gotta rob the shit
Everybody look at Jay
Gang, gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’
Run that shit

[Interlude]
Drop dis like a fuckin’ gunshot blaow!

Part II

[Intro: Jay IDK]
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
Now everybody get up on the fuckin’ ground
And if you make a sound, I might have to drown it with these rounds
Knowin’ I’m no killer, but fuck it, I’m tryna be that nigga
So my actin’ skills kick in, I’m Michael Jackson off of Thriller, hehehe
Where the safe at? Don’t make me ask again
Where the safe at?
Next question is: where the tape at?
That’s when I seen a red light blinkin’ in peripheral
I took the cam’s position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah
I put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe
I hear a car creepin’ up and then I tell her to wait
Hold up, don’t make a sound, just let his ass drive around
And you will not feel a round, shhh
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Police car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creep

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Me the villain
Dudes known to do more hustlin’ than stealin’
Papi snatch your soul out if you’re in your feelings
Never do no types of discussions around dealings
Get focused, y’all
Telephone bring repercussions to your well-being
And Instagram put clowns in a jam
Doin’ 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin’ Spam
Wanna be the man, but don’t see the plan

[Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Little did they know, I’ma hit the front page in three days (damn)
These days peeps do anything to make a buck (I know)
Jackin’ jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes
Each day I be fightin’ for my sanity (yeah)
My ho stay mad at me (what,) she just a liability (fuck it)
She called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery
They arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin’ me?
I got back from answerin’ job calls
I seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on
I recognized her from the pizza shop
I’m already deducin’ that my ho had to have somethin’ to do with this

IDK – Pizza Shop Extended (feat. Yung Gleesh, Doom & Del The Funky Homosapien)

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted September 30, 2017•0 Comment(s)

Part I

[Intro]
Blow your mind

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
This that drive-by
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Hello out the whip
With the clip, make you bye-bye
Roll the windows up
Hotbox, smokin’ la la
Roll the windows down
See the opps, it’s a problem
Shit, really I’m a good boy
But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy
Blunt guts on the floor, I’m a Backwood boy
Lookin’ at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy
Screamin’ out the window like, “Fuck you, pay me”
Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr)
Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me
Charley’s Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately
Hangin’ with my niggas makes me wanna start trouble
If they fight, I’ma fight, make this shit a royal rumble
I’m a gang gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’ run

[Interlude]
Drop dis like a fuckin’ gunshot blaow!

Part II

[Intro: Jay IDK]
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat

Dae Dae – New Wave

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted July 8, 2017•0 Comment(s)

[Intro]
Boy they already know what it is when I talk this shit here
Dae Dae let’s go and give it to ’em boy
Let’s go’n get ’em out the way, it’s a new wave nigga

[Verse 1]
Neck piece too lit, this bitch too lit
AP two bricks, bad bitch too thick
Fashion, oohwee, backend, oohwee
Kardashian, two piece, MAC or that Uzi
Trappin’ by pool creek, action when it’s ’bout me
They say you not the man in the streets
I’m flashy, now you got with the key
I crashed it, now I’m in that new straight A Jeep
It’s happenin’, they finally freed my fuckin’ brother D
Don’t panic, man time to turn up on them beats
I’m dangerous, oh you actin’ hard? nigga please
Gang with me, and we in the club one hundred deep nigga

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 2]
Atlanta new wave, I got Bluray, woo
Still in the burbs, bitch I’m too paid
The Forgis make me swerve when I’m cruisin’
I know I make ’em nervous how I do this shit nigga
Pop the donk on Irving, leave the keys in the ignition
And I’m shooting like Curry nigga, try me I’ma swish it
My big chain nervous, I got racks and I got glizzy
In that blue excursion, I’m in traffic sitting on inches
I might go to Follies, go to Flame and throw a twenty
I might take her shopping buy her that but ain’t no feeling
She still go to college but her daddy don’t be tripping
And I’m with my partners, time to turn up with my niggas

[Verse 3]
It’s the new wave, I got blue rays
Might pull out the garage in the new Wraith
Fuck ’em if they hatin’, bitch I’m too paid
I’m clutchin’ ’cause they hatin’ but it’s cool, hate
My bitch too lit, your bitch my bitch
Big rim, big crib, four-fifth, right here
I won’t let you try me ever ever again
This lil bitch want molly, she want percs and shit (molly percocets)
You know it ain’t no problem, we gon’ work the shit
Order up them bottles, Dae Dae got this bitch lit
And we want them hoes that bring all her friends
We got this bitch loaded, go’n and turn up, yeah

Dae Dae feat. Young M.A & Young Thug – Spend It (Remix) Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted December 8, 2016•0 Comment(s)

(Intro – Dae Dae)
Spend that s**t
What we doing?
Spend that s**t
What we doing?
Spend that s**t
What we doing?
Spend that s**t
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend a check and get it right back
Ni**a what we doing?
Spend a check and get it right back oohh!

(Chorus – Dae Dae)
Spend that s**t remix, spend that s**t remix
Spend that s**t remix, spend that s**t remix
What we doin’?
Spend a check and get it right back
What’s a couple grand?
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t remix
Spend that s**t remix, spend that s**t that remix
Spend a check and get it right back remix
Spend a check and get it right back

(Verse 1 – Dae Da)
Let them numbers talk, let them numbers talk
I’m rich as s**t, I got too much sauce
Worked my a$$ off, I need my passport, I do
They love me in London, this career here ain’t promised
Don’t understand all that mumbling
Ni**a, speak how you feel
What’s the pressure and the hate for?
You only knew me bout a year
Went on that Thug tour, and what?
And I went slept crazy
Now I’m on another tour, another one?
They ain’t doing that in the a oh no
Couple jewels on me, lot of blues on me
A lot of tatted in the city
But ni**as tripping in the city
All that shooting and that running
Shoot innocent bystanders
So you call that gangsta? That ain’t gangsta
Ni**a better get you some money

(Chorus – Dae Dae & Young Thug)
Spend that s**t YSL, spend that s**t
Spend that s**t yeah, yeah, spend that s**t
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend that s**t, spend it, spend it, spend that s**t, remix
Spend that s**t, brand new Bentley, spend that s**t, spend it, ni**a
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend it, get it right back
Spend a check and get it right back

(Verse 2 – Young Thug)
Jeffery!
Jumanji boards
Get it, got Jumanji boards
More hoes than a body tell
And they all think I’m one on one
She sped off
F**k around, took my meds off
My dogs wit me baby, better call Petsmart
I just bought a big light
Bought it just to touch it for something
And I heard your dope ain’t nothing
You touch it, it bust for something
It’s not a discussion for something
Hublot flooded for something
Chain gang Kool-Aid pack, honey bun
I got a check for rando
I treat the best the family though
I might put a snake on all my collars
I don’t care a boo when I’m sprinkling dollars
My molly is pink, no dolphin
Your weed is extinct, no coffin
I heard that you waiting for something
You better take over for something
When you get it, spend that s**t, ni**a

(Chorus – Dae Dae & Young M.A)
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t
What up, Dae Dae?
Spend a check and get it right back
Ooouuu!
Spend a check and get it right back

(Verse 3 – Young M.A)
I got my money up, got my money up
Got the nina on me, I keep her tummy tucked
Riding round in that 87 bumping my s**t skrrt!
50 bands in a rubber band on some block s**t
She pop the pu**y, I pop the tags, they pop s**t
Pinkie ring all iced out on some rock s**t
Golddiggers try to s**k me up on some mop s**t
But I’m Money Mitch, I’m broke, baby, I ain’t got s**t
Kill that s**t, I’ma kill that s**t
I’ma kill that s**t, I’ma kill that s**t
I kill her s**t and send her right back
I kill her s**t and send her right back

(Outro – Young Thug)
You gotta spend a check, get it right back
You gotta blow a check, you gon get it right back
If you ever cry with checks, might not get every back

Dae Dae – Bullshit (feat. 21 Savage)

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted November 7, 2016•0 Comment(s)

[Intro: Dae Dae]
I just came up on a fucking lick ho
I’m not going for it shit no more
I just turned up for my motherfucking homies
Where you were when I was going through that bullshit?
Where you were when I was going through that bullshit?
(We got London on the track)

[Verse 1: Dae Dae]
Daddy got three, my brother took a two
Been through so much shit, feel like I got shit to lose
Road to hell way hot, my daddy out in there
I just made your big homie pipe down, ya-ya
I ain’t nothing to play with, I got childrens
Lil bitch, where you were when it was blurry? Ya-ya-ya
A lot of shit done changed, my mama doing good, ya
I been spending a lot of money on shit I shouldn’t
Love life a movie, this shit outrageous
I just dropped that motherfucking Love Life Pages
Dae Dae came up quick that shit ridiculous
In Atlanta trap you heard that DefAnition, ya-ya

[Hook: Dae Dae]
Bullshit, going through that bullshit
Where-where you was?
Where you was when I was going through that bullshit?
Where-where you was? Yeah

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Woah, nigga where you was?
I done trapped on boulevard where they was screaming cuz
And when I trapped on boulevard I was still a blood
That Glock 40 with a 30, nigga facts nigga
Young Savage got a lot of fucking racks nigga
Young Savage get a pussy nigga whacked nigga
Where your ass was at when I ain’t had scraps nigga?
Now you want Louis V and red bottoms, stop it ho
I came straight from the bottom and I’m cocky ho
Ain’t no convo if them panties ain’t dropping ho
You better suck me, you better fuck me
Knock your favorite rapper over like Humpty
When I was young, girl’s cousin used to hunch me
I got rich, my baby mamas tryna dump me
They like "why your engine right there where your trunk be?"
Bull shit, bitch you know that pussy funky
Milly Rock, Milly Rock, diamonds do the Milly Rock
Bullshit, bullshit, you can get a full clip
Pull up in something nasty nigga, yeah I’m on that "oh shit"
Bitch you know I’m tacky, know I’m hot, know I got pull bitch

[Dae Dae]
Bullshit, going through that bullshit
Where-where you was?
Where you was when I was going through that bullshit?
Where-where you was? Yeah

Dae Dae & London On Da Track – Love Like Pages

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted November 5, 2016•0 Comment(s)

[Intro]
You know this that, this that DefAnition type shit, girl you feel me? Shit you gotta go and search if you don’t know what you’re talking about. I got London with me now, yeah

[Hook]
I got London with me now
Hundreds on me, now that dude ceiling
At the top, stack that paper on that pussy
Cause I ain’t been broke in a minute
Wake up and take something
Face it, you basic
Be patient like wait bitch
Low life go ape shit
Low life amazing
These them love life pages

[Verse]
Payday rolled on my sleeves on
Hold up they beezing on me
Standing here drinking Fiji
Hold up, get sneezed on
Call low life, they beat homies
I’m not playing with ’em
Is it safe to say Dae Dae done stayed down?
Is it safe to say Dae Dae done came around?
That basic bitch done made her way around
Now she fucking rappers, strip town from town
Staying out of trouble, that ain’t my business man
Sorry boy, I came from that gutter, I ain’t no city man
Fuck on my lil ho, her name is Bridget-Bridget
I got London with me now
[Hook]
I got London with me now
Hundreds on me, now that dude ceiling
At the top, stack that paper on that pussy
Cause I ain’t been broke in a minute
Wake up and take something
Face it, you basic
Be patient like wait bitch
Low life go ape shit
Low life amazing
These them love life pages

[Outro]
Yeah-yeah-yeah
London
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Got London with me now
Turn up

Young Dolph – Real Life letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 18, 2016

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah you know I came up from shit man
Literally
Know what I’m sayin’, but don’t nothing stay the same forever though, ya’ mean?
Yeah

[Hook]
I ain’t never wanted nothin’ in my whole life but some fucking money
(That’s all I ever wanted)
Fuck them bitches, they gon’ always be around young nigga, ‘long as you get your money
(Ay fuck them bitches young nigga, get your paper)
Got enough choppers in the attic to supply a whole army (ay, HEY!)
And if you getting real cake in these streets, you better watch your closest homies (better watch ‘em)

[Verse 1]
I done seen a broke nigga get rich
I done seen a rich nigga go broke
I done seen a college girl turned to a ho
I done seen a spoiled young nigga start kicking doors
I know these bitches watching, let me strike a pose
Everything gone, nigga the trap closed
I almost died, I came that close
But grandma always prayed for me, that’s why I’m still in it
Flipped over in a fatal car wreck and I’m still living
No matter wherever I go I’m still Memphis
I know a 60 year old nigga still pimpin’
And a 60 year old nigga still crippin’

[Verse 2]
You can’t come up because you loyal to the wrong shit
Won’t be loyal to the plug but loyal to the bitch
I just got 50 in, I just hit a lick
Bust down Dae Dae, look at the flick of the wrist
I used to didn’t have shit
Now I got a whole lot of everything
A lot of nigga’s bitches on my dick
And a whole lot of gold chains
And a whole lot of bread nigga
That come with a lot of head nigga
You could’ve took the same chances that I took but you was scared nigga
Thumbin’ through a check, plottin’ on the next one
Live life to the fullest ‘cause you only get one
Whatever I go buy, I go get the best one
Dolph Gabana, nothing like the rest of ‘em