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HUNCHO JACK, Travis Scott & Quavo – How U Feel lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted May 29, 2018•0 Comment(s)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Feel how you feel (woo), feel how you feel (woo)
Fill up your cup (fill it) then tell me how you feel (yeah)
Pill after pill (pill), pill after pill (pill)
Wop after wop (wizzop), pop after pop (pop)
Movie, make a film (movie), film after film (movie)
Got bills and they clean (clean), run through the machine (‘chine)
Got drink and it’s raw (drank), pints for the team (pints)
We don’t have to talk (nah), they gon’ go for me (go)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Pull at the bank (skrt) then fill up the backseat (woo)
Fill up the vault (vault) then fill it up with keys (hey)
Grip on the Glock (grip), control the block (grip)
Flood the whole box (flood) with nothin’ but rocks (flood)
Used to trap them nicks (trap), now I got them P’s (P’s)
Stand on my two feet (woo), run from the police (twelve)
Nigga, this the streets (ayy), you know you can bleed (woo)
Gotta pay your dues (pay ’em) unless pay your fees (pay ’em)
Walk in my place (mansion), feel outer space (yeah)
International tastes (whoa), I like all races (yeah)
Click after click (click), bit and she slick (slick)
She gon’ get this dick (dick), go back to choppin’ a brick (choppin’ a brick)
Swipin’ fours (swipe), this that squad goals (swipe, swipe)
Trappin’ Volvos (woo) just to buy a Lambo (skrrt skrrt)
Call my bros up, call my, call my woes up, whoa
Whippin’ the dope up (whip it)
Dat way, Subway, cold cut, yeah

[Chorus: Quavo]
Feel how you feel (ooh), feel how you feel (ooh)
Fill up your cup (fill it) then tell me how you feel (hey)
Pill after pill (pill), pill after pill (pill)
Wop after wop (wizzop), pop after pop (pop)
Movie, make a film (movie), film after film (scene)
Got bills and they clean (clean), run through the machine (machine)
Got drink and it’s raw (drank), pints for the team (team)
We don’t have to talk (naw), they gon’ go for me (go)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Pour one for P (yeah), lean, no Hennessy (it’s lit)
Crib in the trees, trap-house Sotheby’s (alright)
Tell me how you feel, Nike boys for real (yah)
Helmut Lang for real (yeah), diamonds worth the bill (it’s lit)
Forrest Gump (ooh), yeah, run it up (ooh), yeah, mega trunks (yeah)
Yeah off wine made you look fine, yeah (it’s lit)
Speed through the light, yeah
Popped one while I drive, yeah (alright)
Cougar, 45, fuck her ’til she die (it’s lit)
My way outlandish (oh-oh)
We walk on marble, not granite (oh-oh)
You see the stars and the planets (oh-oh)
Diamonds shining, givin’ damage (oh-oh)
Yeah, make it clap at will (alright)
That’s how you feel (straight up)
Oh, for real (yeah)
Feel how you feel, yeah

[Chorus: Quavo]
Feel how you feel (ooh), feel how you feel (ooh)
Fill up your cup (fill it) then tell me how you feel (hey)
Pill after pill (pill), pill after pill (pill)
Wop after wop (wizzop), pop after pop (pop)
Movie, make a film (movie), film after film (scene)
Got bills and they clean (clean), run through the machine (machine)
Got drink and it’s raw (drank), pints for the team (team)
We don’t have to talk (naw), they gon’ go for me (go)

SZA – Doves In The Wind (feat. Kendrick Lamar) lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted April 30, 2018•0 Comment(s)

[Verse 1: SZA]
Real niggas do not deserve pussy
Meaning it’s more, you see right through walls
Ain’t talkin’ about pussy
Meaning you deserve the whole box of chocolates
Come with me, Forrest Gump had a lot goin’ for him
Never without pussy, y’know, Jenny almost gave it all up for him
Never even pushed for the pussy
Where’s Forrest now when you need him?
Talk to me, talk to me, hey, ayy, hey
Attention, all you niggas, all you bitches

[Chorus: SZA]
Sit back and relax your mind, just ride, just ride
Sit back and relax, you’ll find just why, just why
Sit back, relax, just ease your mind, just ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
You are now watching MADtv

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Niggas’ll lose they mind for it
Wine for it, dine for it—pussy
Spend time for it, see no colored line for it—pussy
Double back handicap and go blind for it—pussy
Pussy got endless prisoners, pussy always revengin’ her
Pussy is calculating and good pussy is rather dangerous
Pussy can be so facetious, the heavyweight champ
Pussy is so undefeated, let’s amen to that
I mean, the pump fakes on the Facebooks
And the screw face when the bae look won’t get you no pussy
I mean, the fake chains and the code names
For insecure, gon’ reassure you not to get pussy
You overcompensate too much for the pussy
You like to throw all kinda shade for the pussy
See, that’s what pussy niggas do
I know the ways of a pussy, I see pussy lookin’ at you
How many niggas get mistaken for clitoris in a day?
How many sentiments you make before runnin’ pussy away?
How many times she gotta tell you that dick is disposable?
But if she fuck a young nigga like me, it’s over for you
Solána, middle fingers up, speak your truth

[Verse 3: SZA]
You could never trivialize pussy
But a bum nigga like you would try it (pussy)
I know what you really ’bout
High key, your dick is weak buddy
It’s only replaced by a rubber substitute
We ain’t feelin’ you
I think I caught a vibe, kinda feel a nigga
You could touch the booty if you like, I ain’t trippin’ on ya
(Such a nice girl, SZA)
I’m really tryna crack off on the headboard
And bust it wide open for the right one
Is you that for me?
‘Cause if you that for me
Like doves in the wind, hey, hey
Pussy, like doves in the wind, hey, hey
Pussy like doves in the wind
I will make you beg for it
I wanna see you crawl I’ll

[Verse 3 & Chorus: SZA]
Give you all of me and I won’t stop, not a little bit
(Sit back and relax your mind, just ride, just ride)
Make you beg for it, I wanted to do it all
(Sit back and relax, you’ll find just why, just why)
Unfortunately you couldn’t get your shit together
(Sit back, relax, just ease your mind, just ride)
(Ride, ride, ride, ride)
You are now watching MADtv

[Skit]
We take things, and my influence so far, and then it’s out of my hands. And, y’know, while as I said it can be scary, it can also be a little bit comforting. Because I’ve learned that when I get to that point, and I can acknowledge, “Okay, Audrey, that’s as much as you can do,” I can actually let it go…

SZA – Doves In The Wind lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted April 29, 2018•0 Comment(s)

[Verse 1: SZA]
Real niggas do not deserve n*gger
Meaning it’s more, you see right through walls
Ain’t talkin’ about n*gger
Meaning you deserve the whole box of chocolates
Come with me
Forrest Gump had a lot goin’ for him
Never without n*gger
Y’know, Jenny almost gave it all up for him
Never even pushed for the n*gger
Where’s Forrest now when you need him?
Talk to me, talk to me
Hey, ayy, hey
Attention, all you niggas
All you bitches

[Chorus: SZA]
Sit back and relax your mind, just ride, just ride
Sit back and relax, you’ll find just why, just why
Sit back, relax, just ease your mind, just ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
You are now watching MADtv

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Niggas’ll lose they mind for it
Wine for it, dine for it—pussy
Spend time for it, see no colored line for it—pussy
Double back handicap and go blind for it—pussy
Pussy got endless prisoners
Pussy always revengin’ her
Pussy is calculating
And good n*gger is rather dangerous
Pussy can be so facetious, the heavyweight champ
Pussy is so undefeated, let’s amen to that
I mean, the pump fakes on the Facebooks
And the screw face when the bae look
Won’t get you no n*gger
I mean, the fake chains and the code names
For insecure, gon’ reassure you not to get n*gger
You overcompensate too much for the n*gger
You like to throw all kinda shade for the n*gger
See, that’s what n*gger niggas do
I know the ways of a n*gger, I see n*gger lookin’ at you
How many niggas get mistaken for clitoris in a day?
How many sentiments you make before runnin’ n*gger away?
How many times she gotta tell you that dick is disposable?
But if she f*ck a young nigga like me, it’s over for you
Solána, middle fingers up, speak your truth

[Verse 3: SZA]
You could never trivialize n*gger
But a bum nigga like you would try it (pussy)
I know what you really ’bout
High key, your dick is weak buddy
It’s only replaced by a rubber substitute
We ain’t feelin’ you
I think I caught a vibe, kinda feel a nigga
You could touch the booty if you like, I ain’t trippin’ on ya
(Such a nice girl, SZA)
I’m really tryna crack off on the headboard
And bust it wide open for the right one
Is you that for me?
‘Cause if you that for me
Like doves in the wind, hey, hey
Pussy, like doves in the wind, hey, hey
Pussy like doves in the wind
I will make you beg for it
I wanna see you crawl I’ll

[Verse 3 & Chorus: SZA]
Give you all of me and I won’t stop, not a little bit
(Sit back and relax your mind, just ride, just ride)
Make you beg for it, I wanted to do it all
(Sit back and relax, you’ll find just why, just why)
Unfortunately you couldn’t get your sh*t together
(Sit back, relax, just ease your mind, just ride)
(Ride, ride, ride, ride)
You are now watching MADtv

[Skit]
We take things, and my influence so far, and then it’s out of my hands. And, y’know, while as I said it can be scary, it can also be a little bit comforting. Because I’ve learned that when I get to that point, and I can acknowledge, “Okay, Audrey, that’s as much as you can do,” I can actually let it go…

Tech N9ne – Brand New Hunnids (feat. Jl, Rittz & Frizz) (Uncensored)

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted November 9, 2017•0 Comment(s)

[Hook: Frizz]
Ay, ay
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t ever ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

[Verse 1: Rittz]
I’ve been feeling like Pablo in the Wells Fargo
I ain’t here to talk about a car loan
Pockets on my cargo shorts full of money
And a duffel bag stuffed full, hard to keep the zipper on the top closed
You can barely pay a car note
Why you mad at me because your credit score low
I done gone broke but I bounced back
Leaning on the counter while she look at my account
Can I have a lollipop though
Runnin’ game flirtin’ with the bank teller
I can tell she thinking I’m a cocaine dealer
I got cash ’cause I rap, I don’t trap
I was hurting when I didn’t have money, now the paper like a painkiller
The internet say I’m worth four mil
It used to be a way worse ordeal
No more dollar menu orders, eating four course meals
Thought I was a winner look at what the scoreboard said
Forrest Gump with the ends on the cat running
On the way to make a milli you can bet on me
You sitting still like a crash test dummy
Like you got a check coming
Tryna flash, you ain’t got Tech money
You ain’t ever live lavish, tryna be Travis
You ain’t ever built like that
You been living in a fantasy knowing that you can’t achieve
I’ma tell you real life fast
Keep it real like that
Yeah

[Hook: Frizz]
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay, ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Get some big ones, shit comes, quick son ditch ’em
‘Cause they gonna get to begging from the rich one
For the money for tummy, booty, and they tits done
Cross yo neck with a razor
For the fetty when they see you livin’ major
How they comin’ for money ya job paid ya
When not even one of them did a little bit of labor
With them brand new hunnids
Damn you done it
Not a way somebody can ever ban you from it
How can you stomach
The poverty I hit the lottery
So when you go in the pile can you plummet
Damn you stuntin’
On the land when you expand the grands
They gonna stand who run it and the jam you brung it
Comin’ from all the fans the Kansas City man do gun it
Take all the paper don’t let the paper take ya
Big money maker you’re gonna wait to vapor
From all the haters they wanna waste ya
Like a trip when they hit a gallon of Jäger
Off with the money is why they shoot ya
‘Cause they jealous they makin’ the shotty juice ya
I ain’t slippin’ or givin’ nobody boosters
I keep the brim a hunnid ’cause Tech is a crowded poosta
Nigga, ay

[Hook: Frizz]
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay, ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

[Verse 3: JL]
Like a brand new hunnid dollar bill
When they put the light to me they will know that I’m real
I’ma get to the money
But I give ’em what they can build in it
Rock at the rigorous on the go without a chill
We two up, it’s too much money to be made
Too much money for me to ever be a slave
Too much money for me to not wanna get out of the bed and go get it
Somebody already gettin’ paid
It don’t matter if you rappin’ or thuggin’, be stackin’ or pluggin’
It’s either you are slackin’ or pumpin’, how bad do you want it?
Look even if you hover at the oven and you wrapping a couple of ’em
Moving two by fours like Jim Duggan, you buggin’
If you don’t got the lucrative hustle
Looking for loot producing part of productive ’cause you
Gotta be tough and plus you gotta do what you must do
Throw it when you win, they will son the rustle
I see hawks when I see these thots, and I read thoughts
Let them wonder ‘bout the bread
He financially flaunts cause he know what she wants
Let alone fucks I give ’em the photo cred
Even though I do collect the dough, I haven’t changed yet
Never quit, never sit waiting for a paycheck
To the paid jet, then get lifted like a weight set
With a loud pack, hit a chronic like a Dre set
Jay high that’s a safe bet

[Hook: Frizz]
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay, ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

SZA – Doves In The Wind (feat. Kendrick Lamar) (Ctrl Album)

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted June 9, 2017•0 Comment(s)

[Verse 1: SZA]
Real niggas do not deserve pussy
Meaning it’s more, you see right through walls
Ain’t talkin’ about pussy
Meaning you deserve the whole box of chocolates
Come at me
Forrest Gump had a lot goin’ for him
Never without pussy
Y’know, Jenny almost gave it all up for him
Never even pushed for the pussy
Where’s Forrest now when you need him?
Talk to me, talk to me
Hey, ayy, hey
Attention, all you niggas
All you bitches

[Chorus: SZA]
Sit back and relax your mind, just ride, just ride
Sit back and relax, you’ll find just why, just why
Sit back, relax, just ease your mind, just ride
You are now watching MADtv

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar & SZA]
Niggas’ll lose they mind for it
Wine for it, dine for it (pussy)
Spend time for it, see no colored line for it (pussy)
Double back handicap and go blind for it (pussy)
Pussy got endless prisoners
Pussy always revengin’ her
Pussy is calculating
And good pussy is rather dangerous
Pussy can be so facetious, the heavyweight champ
Pussy is so undefeated, let’s amen to that
I mean, the pump fakes on the Facebooks
And the screw face when the bae look
Won’t get you no pussy
I mean, the fake chains and the gold names
For insecure, gon’ reassure you not to get pussy
You overcompensate too much for the pussy
You like to throw all kinda shade for the pussy
See, that’s what pussy niggas do
I know the ways of a pussy, I see pussy lookin’ at you
How many niggas get mistaken for clitoris in a day?
How many sentiments you make before runnin’ pussy away?
How many times she gotta tell you that dick is disposable?
But if she fuck a young nigga like me, it’s over for you
Solána, middle fingers up, speak your truth
You could never trivialize pussy
But a bum nigga like you would try it (pussy)
I know what you really ’bout
I hear your dick is weak, buddy
It’s only replaced by a rubber substitute
We ain’t feelin’ you

[Bridge]
Think I caught a vibe, kinda feel a nigga
You could touch the booty if you like, I ain’t trippin’ on ya
(Such a nice girl, SZA)
I’m really tryna crack off that headboard
And bust it wide open for the right one
‘Cause you that one
Yeah, you that one
Like doves in the wind, hey, hey
That pussy like doves in the wind, hey, hey
Pussy like doves in the wind
I will make you beg for it
I wanna see you call out

[Chorus]
Sit back and relax your mind, just ride
(Give you all of me and I won’t stop, not a little bit)
Sit back and relax, you’ll find just why
(Dangerous boy, I wanted to do it all)
Sit back, relax, just ease your mind, just ride
(Unfortunately you couldn’t get your shit together)
You are now watching MADtv

[Outro]
We take things, and my influence so far, and then it’s out of my hands. And, y’know, while as I said it can be scary, it can also be a little bit comforting. Because I’ve learned that when I get to that point, and I can acknowledge, "Okay, Audrey, that’s as much as you can do," I can actually let it…

YG – One Time Comin’

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted December 29, 2016•0 Comment(s)

[Intro]
One time comin’, yeah, put your shoes on nigga
The one time comin’

[Hook]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
‘Cause the one time comin’, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’

[Verse 1]
Oh shit, oh shit, drivin’ while black on some floss shit
Gotta stay strapped, stay cautious
Young nigga ain’t tryna see the coffin
Oh shit, oh shit, one time got behind me, we all sick
Hurry up, put the gun in the stash, calm yo ass
Put your hands up, you know how the law get
Oh, one time comin’, gotta run from ’em
‘Cause they might pull a gun on ’em
One time comin’, gotta run from ’em
‘Cause they might pull a gun on ’em
Told my daughter "Daddy love you" when I left the crib
Can’t take the money with you, so I iced out my wrist
Thug ass nigga when I’m eatin’, don’t interfere
Maybach, rear view mirror, saw the one time comin’

[Hook]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
‘Cause the one time comin’, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’

[Verse 2]
Do the Forrest Gump, do the Forrest Gump
Get away young nigga
Do the Money dance, do the Money dance
Get paid young nigga
Our life, they tryna take away young nigga
Feelin’ like Pac, where them better days young nigga?
I’m on my own shit, I ain’t your slave my nigga
What’s your plan? Get rich then hire all niggas
Let’s celebrate, doin’ the Money dance
Walk in this bitch lookin’ like a hundred grand
Oh, feelin’ like a fuckin’ man
I’m so over the top, they don’t understand
Black man, black man, black man
They don’t want us sellin’ records, only want us sellin’ crack man
But now I’m whoopin’ ass and me and racist folks always clashin’
Now the one time comin’

[Hook]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
‘Cause the one time comin’, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’

[Bridge]
You think you hard with your badge huh?
Pop you a nigga, then you laugh, huh?
Think our life don’t matter?
‘Cause our family’s scattered?
You think you hard with your badge huh?
Pop you a nigga, then you laugh, huh?
Think our life don’t matter?
You ain’t ’bout to pop me, I’m like fuck that
Fuck that, nigga fuck that
Nigga, nigga, fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that, nigga fuck that

[Shortened Hook]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin

Rich Chigga – Seventeen

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted December 22, 2016•0 Comment(s)

[Verse 1]
Never worry ’bout a single hatin motherfucker
Lookin like my next supper, all these moves that I’m makin got people talkin
Like how many papers is this man signin, I’m back wit the backpack rap
Man I’m thinkin that this shit finna make them scat, got a bag full of cash if we talkin bout that
Run run it like Forrest Gump can you feel that, ay
I’m a renaissance man, if you wanna get a feat you not gon get response man I be hotter than some shit your mom cook in a sauce pan don’t be jealous don’t be rude go back to rollin up grams, people think I’m sick as shit but I’m just eatin on ham
Wanna beat me in my game then bitch I’m settin up camp
When the females hear my name I know they pussy all damp
Mr. Veterinarian I make that kitty go ham (damn)

[Hook]
Ballin only seventeen my skin is green
Watching numbers goin up that’s just the everyday routine
All my old my friends hit me up they wish they had a time machine
Feelin like I’m Cube I always hit ’em with no vaseline

[Post-Hook]
Always sayin no when you ask em if they got beef with me
DMs blowin up I always say no bitch this dick ain’t free
Watchin on your every move I got that shit on DVD
Flexin all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie

[Verse 2]
You got cash, buy sum chains, I buy houses ain’t that strange
You ain’t shit, I get lit, all you do is counterfeit
Little chick, but she thick, and she always on my drink
Shit I’m thirsty give it back, and she blondy just like Zac
("who the fuck is that?" "high school musical")
Bitch hold my stacks I’m 30 minutes late to France
Gotta get this cash, never give no chance, better bounce that ass, paid her an advance
Got me thru this day, sippin on Bombay, I dont trust you gotta take this survey
Man I don’t look back, never cut no slack, better get way back, fore yo ass get smacked uhh
Memphis flow but I’m from Jakarta ho, never understood my hustle but I guess the more you know
Checkin on your Instagram I see that shit is going slow, always hating on the progress man yo ass has gotta go

[Hook]
Ballin only seventeen my skin is green
Watching numbers goin up thats just the everyday routine
All my old my friends hit me up they wish they had a time machine
Feelin like I’m Cube I always hit em with no vaseline

[Post-Hook]
Always sayin no when you ask em if they got beef with me
DMs blowin up I always say no bitch this dick ain’t free
Watchin on your every move I got that shit on DVD
Flexin all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie

Rich The Kid – Greedy (feat. Jeremih) (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

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

[Hook: Jeremih]
I don’t wanna get greedy
She only calls when she needy
Got bands in the duffle
I count paper, don’t read it
Call me Mister Big Shot
I hit then won’t stop
Doing big, can’t stop
She only calls when she needy

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Let me pick and roll, say you want the play play
Want a fix huh? Slide in your playground
All she know is big business, all I know is gettin’ in it
I walk through some doors, just bought the coupe, no ceilings
Nah, I ain’t tryna just spend it, but fucked around and threw rain here
All I know is we runnin’, Forrest Gump into the money
Told her, "It’s bedtime" wrist on wristwatch
She said, "Daddy don’t stop" leave the band on my spot
Nope, they talkin’ in the street, some are chasin’ that Summer breeze
Face on a wall like Mona Lisa, clap that ass, don’t need no audience
So cold, leave the Summer [?], hope you ain’t on no teasin’ teasin’
So fine you ain’t gotta sneak her, kick a little then we get to sneakin’

[Hook: Jeremih]
I don’t wanna get greedy
She only calls when she needy
Got bands in the duffle
I count paper, don’t read it
Call me Mister Big Shot
I hit then won’t stop
Doing big, can’t stop
She only calls when she needy
I don’t wanna get greedy
She only calls when she needy
Got bands in the duffle
I count paper, don’t read it
Call me Mister Big Shot
I hit then won’t stop
Doing big, can’t stop
She only calls when she needy

[Verse 2: Rich the Kid]
She be callin’, she fiendin’, four in the mornin’, she need it
You a fool when you eat it, my flex on her for no reason
I’m in Paris, she freakin’, neck cold, wrist freezin’
Waterslide, she leakin’, straight to fuckin’, ain’t speakin’
From the bottom, got this shit out the street, I was hustlin’, made a mili a week
Overseas, on a jet for the cheese, fifteen hundred just for my jeans
All she know is big business, flexin’ up ’cause I’m winnin’
Copped the foreign a new Bentley, she wanna peel with that [?]
Why they hatin’, pull up Lamborghini, model bitches out the magazine
Lil’ foreign put on for the team, makin’ money, you can’t intervene
One hundred, I can never switch up, too foreign, got my trunk in the front
Bad bitch, give her dick and a blunt, too greedy, talkin’ ’bout what you want
Rich!

[Hook: Jeremih]
I don’t wanna get greedy
She only calls when she needy
Got bands in the duffle
I count paper, don’t read it
Call me Mister Big Shot
I hit then won’t stop
Doing big, can’t stop
She only calls when she needy
I don’t wanna get greedy
She only calls when she needy
Got bands in the duffle
I count paper, don’t read it
Call me Mister Big Shot
I hit then won’t stop
Doing big, can’t stop
She only calls when she needy

YG – One Time Comin’ lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 27, 2016

[Intro]
One time comin’, yeah, put your shoes on nigga
The one time comin’

[Hook]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
‘Cause the one time comin’, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
[Verse 1]
Oh shit, oh shit, drivin’ while black on some floss shit
Gotta stay strapped, stay cautious
Young nigga ain’t tryna see the coffin
Oh shit, oh shit, one time got behind me, we all sick
Hurry up, put the gun in the stash, calm yo ass
Put your hands up, you know how the law get
Oh, one time comin’, gotta run from ’em
‘Cause they might pull a gun on ’em
One time comin’, gotta run from ’em
‘Cause they might pull a gun on ’em
Told my daughter “Daddy love you” when I left the crib
Can’t take the money with you, so I iced out my wrist
Thug ass nigga when I’m eatin’, don’t interfere
Maybach, rear view mirror, saw the one time comin’

[Hook]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
‘Cause the one time comin’, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’

[Verse 2]
Do the Forrest Gump, do the Forrest Gump
Get away young nigga
Do the Money dance, do the Money dance
Get paid young nigga
Our life, they tryna take away young nigga
Feelin’ like Pac, where them better days young nigga?
I’m on my own shit, I ain’t your slave my nigga
What’s your plan? Get rich then hire all niggas
Let’s celebrate, doin’ the Money dance
Walk in this bitch lookin’ like a hundred grand
Oh, feelin’ like a fuckin’ man
I’m so over the top, they don’t understand
Black man, black man, black man
They don’t want us sellin’ records, only want us sellin’ crack man
But now I’m whoopin’ ass and me and racist folks always clashin’
Now the one time comin’

[Hook]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
‘Cause the one time comin’, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’

[Bridge]
You think you hard with your badge huh?
Pop you a nigga, then you laugh, huh?
Think our life don’t matter?
‘Cause our family’s scattered?
You think you hard with your badge huh?
Pop you a nigga, then you laugh, huh?
Think our life don’t matter?
You ain’t ’bout to pop me, I’m like fuck that
Fuck that, nigga fuck that
Nigga, nigga, fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that, nigga fuck that

[Shortened Hook]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin

YG – One Time Comin’ lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 26, 2016

Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
‘Cause the one time comin’, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’

Do the Forrest Gump, do the Forrest Gump
Get away young nigga
Do the Money dance, do the Money dance
Get paid young nigga
Our life, they tryna take away young nigga
Feelin’ like Pac, where them better days young nigga?
I’m on my own shit, I ain’t your slave my nigga
What’s your plan? Get rich then hire all niggas
Let’s celebrate, doin’ the Money dance
Walk in this bitch lookin’ like a hundred grand
Oh, feelin’ like a fuckin’ man
I’m so over the top, they don’t understand
Black man, black man, black man
They don’t want us sellin’ records, only want us sellin’ crack man
But now I’m whoopin’ ass and me and racist folks always clashin’
Now the one time comin’

Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
‘Cause the one time comin’, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’

You think you hard with your badge huh?
Pop you a nigga, then you laugh, huh?
Think our life don’t matter?
‘Cause our family’s scattered?
You think you hard with your badge huh?
Pop you a nigga, then you laugh, huh?
Think our life don’t matter?
You ain’t ’bout to pop me, I’m like fuck that
Fuck that, nigga fuck that
Nigga, nigga, fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that, nigga fuck that

Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin

Source: http://www.directlyrics.com/yg-one-time-comin-lyrics.html

Dame D.O.L.L.A. – Legacy (feat. Juvenile & Danny From Sobrante) (The Letter O Album) letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 26, 2016

[Intro: Juvenile]
I see you Dame D.O.L.L.A. baby

[Hook: Juvenile]
They show way more love when you history
Pouring shots like liquor filling up the kidneys
They been high up in your ride, know that ten speed
Goin’ hard so they never gon’ forgive me
That legacy we leaving what we live for
Even when you getting [?], you gotta get more
They holla [?]
You got a hungry behavior, say that we live for
Say that we live for

[Post-Hook: Juvenile]
When you see me you see greatness
When you see me you see greatness
When you see me you see greatness
When you see me you see greatness

[Verse 1: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
I’m tryin’ to touch as much real estate as I can
They know I was a hooper and a hell of a man
He was a hell of a worker, that had a hell of a plan
Plenty people that was sinking that he let out to [?]
Back at home they like, "He made it"
That decorated patience was amazing, looking back at the obstacles that he faced that ain’t faze him
Bullets that could have grazed but it didn’t, boy he a great one
Forrest Gump, he made it out and came back just to save ’em
Ballin’ out in Portland, that Five-O-Three
Ain’t talkin’ Twitter when I tell you that they follow me
But thanks to my OG, make sure that God know me
Now I sit up [?] like apostrophe
I be on the highway, thinkin’ how the grind pay
Baby saying money talk, I lean on what my mom say
Then I let my heart talk, [?] on my [?]
Help them people rise up [?]

[Hook: Juvenile]
They show way more love when you history
Pouring shots like liquor filling up the kidneys
They been high up in your ride, know that ten speed
Goin’ hard so they never gon’ forgive me
That legacy we leaving what we live for
Even when you getting [?], you gotta get more
They holla [?]
You got a hungry behavior, say that we live for
Say that we live for

[Verse 2: Danny from Sobrante]
They don’t let you take off
They hatin’ on your partner now gotta [?]
I convert that error [?] dope
I confront a sucker with that dust smoke
I daydream dollars and I nightmare [?]
People who I love, but in doses we always give it to
[?] in my neighborhood since I been at school
Now I [?], buy [?], buy tennis shoes
[?]
[?] club jackers in that black hawk
If I in a [?]
She love me, the devil go through hell inside my bill
I [?] how negative people I cope with jealousy
I know my horizons is broadened [?] my legacy
Now I got a bag of some of yall that I can’t wait to see
Thugging ’till I die [?]

[Hook: Juvenile]
They show way more love when you history
Pouring shots like liquor filling up the kidneys
They been high up in your ride, know that ten speed
Goin’ hard so they never gon’ forgive me
That legacy we leaving what we live for
Even when you getting [?], you gotta get more
They holla [?]
You got a hungry behavior, say that we live for
Say that we live for

[Post-Hook: Juvenile]
When you see me you see greatness
When you see me you see greatness
When you see me you see greatness
When you see me you see greatness

YG – One Time Comin’ letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 26, 2016

[Intro]
One time comin’, yeah, put your shoes on nigga
The one time comin’

[Hook]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
‘Cause the one time comin’, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’

[Verse 1]
Oh shit, oh shit, drivin’ while black on some floss shit
Gotta stay strapped, stay cautious
Young nigga ain’t tryna see the coffin
Oh shit, oh shit, one time got behind me, we all sick
Hurry up, put the gun in the stash, calm yo ass
Put your hands up, you know how the law get
Oh, one time comin’, gotta run from ’em
‘Cause they might pull a gun on ’em
One time comin’, gotta run from ’em
‘Cause they might pull a gun on ’em
Told my daughter "Daddy love you" when I left the crib
Can’t take the money with you, so I iced out my wrist
Thug ass nigga when I’m eatin’, don’t interfere
Maybach, rear view mirror, saw the one time comin’

[Hook]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
‘Cause the one time comin’, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’

[Verse 2]
Do the Forrest Gump, do the Forrest Gump
Get away young nigga
Do the Money dance, do the Money dance
Get paid young nigga
Our life, they tryna take away young nigga
Feelin’ like Pac, where them better days young nigga?
I’m on my own shit, I ain’t your slave my nigga
What’s your plan? Get rich then hire all niggas
Let’s celebrate, doin’ the Money dance
Walk in this bitch lookin’ like a hundred grand
Oh, feelin’ like a fuckin’ man
I’m so over the top, they don’t understand
Black man, black man, black man
They don’t want us sellin’ records, only want us sellin’ crack man
But now I’m whoopin’ ass and me and racist folks always clashin’
Now the one time comin’

[Hook]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
‘Cause the one time comin’, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’

[Bridge]
You think you hard with your badge huh?
Pop you a nigga, then you laugh, huh?
Think our life don’t matter?
‘Cause our family’s scattered?
You think you hard with your badge huh?
Pop you a nigga, then you laugh, huh?
Think our life don’t matter?
You ain’t ’bout to pop me, I’m like fuck that
Fuck that, nigga fuck that
Nigga, nigga, fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that, nigga fuck that

[Shortened Hook]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin

YG – One Time Comin’ lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 26, 2016

One time comin’, yeah, put your shoes on nigga
The one time comin’

Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
‘Cause the one time comin’, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’

Oh shit, oh shit, drivin’ while black on some floss shit
Gotta stay strapped, stay cautious
Young nigga ain’t tryna see the coffin
Oh shit, oh shit, one time got behind me, we all sick
Hurry up, put the gun in the stash, calm yo ass
Put your hands up, you know how the law get
Oh, one time comin’, gotta run from ’em
‘Cause they might pull a gun on ’em
One time comin’, gotta run from ’em
‘Cause they might pull a gun on ’em
Told my daughter “Daddy love you” when I left the crib
Can’t take the money with you, so I iced out my wrist
Thug ass nigga when I’m eatin’, don’t interfere
Maybach, rear view mirror, saw the one time comin’

Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
‘Cause the one time comin’, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’

Do the Forrest Gump, do the Forrest Gump
Get away young nigga
Do the Money dance, do the Money dance
Get paid young nigga
Our life, they tryna take away young nigga
Feelin’ like Pac, where them better days young nigga?
I’m on my own shit, I ain’t your slave my nigga
What’s your plan? Get rich then hire all niggas
Let’s celebrate, doin’ the Money dance
Walk in this bitch lookin’ like a hundred grand
Oh, feelin’ like a fuckin’ man
I’m so over the top, they don’t understand
Black man, black man, black man
They don’t want us sellin’ records, only want us sellin’ crack man
But now I’m whoopin’ ass and me and racist folks always clashin’
Now the one time comin’

Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
‘Cause the one time comin’, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’

You think you hard with your badge huh?
Pop you a nigga, then you laugh, huh?
Think our life don’t matter?
‘Cause our family’s scattered?
You think you hard with your badge huh?
Pop you a nigga, then you laugh, huh?
Think our life don’t matter?
You ain’t ’bout to pop me, I’m like fuck that
Fuck that, nigga fuck that
Nigga, nigga, fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that, nigga fuck that

Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin

YG – One Time Comin’

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 25, 2016

[Intro]
One time comin’, yeah, put your shoes on nigga
The one time comin’

[Hook]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
‘Cause the one time comin’, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
[Verse 1]
Oh shit, oh shit, drivin’ while black on some floss shit
Gotta stay strapped, stay cautious
Young nigga ain’t tryna see the coffin
Oh shit, oh shit, one time got behind me, we all sick
Hurry up, put the gun in the stash, calm yo ass
Put your hands up, you know how the law get
Oh, one time comin’, gotta run from ’em
‘Cause they might pull a gun on ’em
One time comin’, gotta run from ’em
‘Cause they might pull a gun on ’em
Told my daughter “Daddy love you” when I left the crib
Can’t take the money with you, so I iced out my wrist
Thug ass nigga when I’m eatin’, don’t interfere
Maybach, rear view mirror, saw the one time comin’

[Hook]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
‘Cause the one time comin’, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’

[Verse 2]
Do the Forrest Gump, do the Forrest Gump
Get away young nigga
Do the Money dance, do the Money dance
Get paid young nigga
Our life, they tryna take away young nigga
Feelin’ like Pac, where them better days young nigga?
I’m on my own shit, I ain’t your slave my nigga
What’s your plan? Get rich then hire all niggas
Let’s celebrate, doin’ the Money dance
Walk in this bitch lookin’ like a hundred grand
Oh, feelin’ like a fuckin’ man
I’m so over the top, they don’t understand
Black man, black man, black man
They don’t want us sellin’ records, only want us sellin’ crack man
But now I’m whoopin’ ass and me and racist folks always clashin’
Now the one time comin’

[Hook]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’
‘Cause the one time comin’, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin’

[Bridge]
You think you hard with your badge huh?
Pop you a nigga, then you laugh, huh?
Think our life don’t matter?
‘Cause our family’s scattered?
You think you hard with your badge huh?
Pop you a nigga, then you laugh, huh?
Think our life don’t matter?
You ain’t ’bout to pop me, I’m like fuck that
Fuck that, nigga fuck that
Nigga, nigga, fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that, nigga fuck that

[Shortened Hook]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, the one time comin’
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, everybody start runnin