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PARTYNEXTDOOR – SAVAGE ANTHEM Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted March 29, 2020•0 Comment(s)

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[Intro]
Don’t hold your breath
Don’t wait on my love
Don’t hold your breath
Don’t wait on my love

[Verse 1]
Don’t wait on my reply to your text
Don’t wait on my nut from your sex
Don’t trust me to capture the moment
Forgive me, it just was a moment
Don’t lay up, I’d rather not stand out
I heard number two is your man now
Don’t mind me bein’ number two now
I’ma man up, ain’t no man down
You see I don’t give no fucks now
Is it somethin’ we discussed now?
That shit got you in disgust now
‘Cause I’d rather we just fuck now

[Chorus]
Don’t hold your breath (Don’t hold it, oh)
Don’t wait on my love (Don’t wait on my love, oh, no)
Don’t hold your breath (Don’t hold it, no)
Don’t wait on my love (Oh, don’t wait on my love, love)

[Verse 2]
I put the dirt into dirt bag
Still got your jacket in my bag
I stood you up, that was my bad
Gave me your heart, watch me break that
Many different bitches in the coupe
This is how low that a mack stoop
Me bein’ faithful’s the issue
Tryna clean up ’cause you comin’ soon
I broke her off in the livin’ room
There is a smell in the livin’ room
Know that’s fucked up, that’s what pimpin’ do
Ooh, know that’s fucked up, that’s what pimpin’ do, woah

[Chorus]
Don’t hold your breath (Don’t hold your breath, no, no)
Don’t wait on my love (Don’t wait on it, don’t wait on it, woah)
Don’t hold your breath (You must suffocate, yeah)
Don’t wait on my love (Don’t wait on my love, don’t wait on my love, oh)

[Verse 3]
Wash my dick off before I get home
Maison Margiela on me, though
I’m the opposite of hero
The opposite of your hero
The make up, the breakup was see-through
The way I did you was illegal
Your girl was right, yeah, she called it
You should believe in your people
Talked to you then went to the strip club
VIP, I got my dick sucked
Came back to you and I kissed ya
That led to fucking on the tour bus
Packed up and went back to Oakland
Finally, it’s out in the open
I gave you the hope, you did the hopin’

[Chorus]
Don’t hold your breath (Don’t hold your breath, don’t hold your breath, woo)
Don’t wait on my love (Don’t wait on me, I’ll let you down, I’ll let you down, yeah)
Don’t hold your breath (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Don’t wait on my love (I ain’t shit, you gotta know now, I ain’t shit, you gotta know)

[Outro]
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey

645ar – Louie V Lyrics (feat. Pollari & SenseiATL)

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted February 23, 2020•0 Comment(s)

[Intro: Pollàri]
Lil Llàri

[Chorus: Pollàri]
It’s Louis V when I step out on the floor (Yeah)
I f**ked that bitch in the back like she a whore (Yeah)
And then I kick her out, tell her don’t come no more
I’m in a space coupe, I’m finna go explore, ooh
Only money when I talk (Talk)
Only money when I think, huh (When I think)
Water on me like a lake, ooh
Water on me like a sink (Like a sink)
All this ice, ice, ice, I look like a rink (Like a rink)
All this purple, purple, purple, put it in my drink (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: 645AR]
Bitches, they gon’ play me, but that check not (That check not)
Heard you ain’t got no racks, make a penny drop (Penny drop)
My hundos ain’t clean, we just came wit’ mops (Just came wit’ mops)
That chopper get to sparkin’ just like [?] drop (Yeah)
Addicted to them racks but I need more (I need racks)
My heart is with them racks, it took my soul
That stick turn green when that bitch on go (Phew-phew-phew-phew)
I don’t buy no ice, that bitch is so cold

[Chorus: Pollàri]
It’s Louis V when I step out on the floor (Yeah)
I f**ked that bitch in the back like she a whore (Yeah)
And then I kick her out, tell her don’t come no more
I’m in a space coupe, I’m finna go explore, ooh
Only money when I talk (Talk)
Only money when I think, huh (When I think)
Water on me like a lake, ooh
Water on me like a sink (Like a sink)
All this ice, ice, ice, I look like a rink (Like a rink)
All this purple, purple, purple, put it in my drink (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Pollàri]
Maison Margiela the coat, yeah (The coat)
I ride around like the Pope (Like the Pope)
KelTec came with a scope (With a scope)
I put my dick in her throat (In her throat)
That bitch gon’ come in and go, uh (In and go)
Bring me that money to quote, uh (To quote)
I gotta bring up my tote
And if you say my name, just know I need a bag (I need a bag)
I’m in outer space wearin’ Gucci on my tag (It’s on my tag)
I’m a rockstar, all my bitches rad (They rad)
I get money, bitch, I feel just like your dad (Yeah)
All of these hoes, it’s magic
Heard your new shit is tragic (It’s tragic)
She eat that dick like a rabbit (Like a rabbit)
f**k that lil’ bitch, you can have it (You can have it)
Buyin’ designer my habit (Nyoom)
You want it all, better grab it (Come and grab it)
She say, “Boy, you such a savage” (Savage)
These niggas goofy, they average, ha

Go Yayo – What If Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted January 30, 2020•0 Comment(s)

[Intro]
Ayy, gang gang gang, bitch
Yayo, Go, woah
No more free yayo, it cost bitch

[Chorus]
I ran it up, got so much money
f**k it, I’m givin’ out free dope
I play with paper like King Kong
Diamonds water water like a nigga left the sink on
What if I go broke today?
Would you still be around, lil nigga don’t think so
Gettin’ good top from a freak ho
She like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if I didn’t have these diamonds, would you still be riding?
What if that new shop wasn’t what I was driving?
Would you stay with me if I wasn’t poppin’
You wanted a purse and I couldn’t even cop it
What if I ain’t have my chopper?
Would I have to warn my partner if I saw these bands?
Yeah I know that that’s your man
That don’t mean that he won’t get on the stand

[Verse 1]
I’m sick and tired of everybody sayin’ that they riding
Beef come, they be hiding
Nigga smoked your partner now you on the internet crying
Nigga why ain’t nobody dying?
Get rid of that work like a diet, ayy
Niggas dissin’ but in person they quiet
HoodFame gang start a riot nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Eighteen years old, took the murder charge
Seventeen years old, me and Sleek, we was stealing cars
Sixteen I was selling bars
Fifteen when they took my nigga Zach and it hurt my heart
Middle school, man I had it hard
At school with that tool, big gun, a Smith & Wesson
f**kin’ this kid, I was only eleven
On the block with my daddy, I was seven
I’m good in the six ’cause I’m locked
Shout out to Shoo that my fire
I’m on that perc, don’t get tired
We got good dope, this that fire
OG bowls two for five
Niggas gon’ score, young OG from the four
I f**k up the tre and the deuce, but iron the one
Bitch ass nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus]
I ran it up, got so much money
f**k it, I’m givin’ out free dope
I play with paper like King Kong
Diamonds water water like a nigga left the sink on
What if I go broke today?
Would you still be around, lil nigga don’t think so
Gettin’ good top from a freak ho
She like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if I didn’t have these diamonds, would you still be riding?
What if that new shop wasn’t what I was driving?
Would you stay with me if I wasn’t poppin’
You wanted a purse and I couldn’t even cop it
What if I ain’t have my chopper?
Would I have to warn my partner if I saw these bands?
Yeah I know that that’s your man
That don’t mean that he won’t get on the stand

[Verse 2]
I love that you think that’s your partner
But you gotta watch when these niggas turn snake over bullshit
Got in a shootout the other day, that nigga still had a full clip
These niggas ain’t with that shit
What you gon’ do if the lick turn into a hit
That nigga gon’ rat, he gon’ snitch
Gotta watch your back when you taking risks
Skrt skrt skrt, jump in that mirror and coast
I’m ballin’, I don’t need no coach
Get on that red, do the most
You kissin’ that bitch, I want throat
Ayy, ayy, Maison Margiela my toes
These niggas they just want my glow
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
These rappers act tough but he really a cop
Thirteen years old on the block with that mop
He play with the gang now it’s off with his top
Hundred round drum, bullets comin’, won’t stop
I just got a trap on the other side
Ridin’ your block, all of your bodies get show stopped
HoodFame gang, we get it hot nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus]
I ran it up, got so much money
f**k it, I’m givin’ out free dope
I play with paper like King Kong
Diamonds water water like a nigga left the sink on
What if I go broke today?
Would you still be around, lil nigga don’t think so
Gettin’ good top from a freak ho
She like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if I didn’t have these diamonds, would you still be riding?
What if that new shop wasn’t what I was driving?
Would you stay with me if I wasn’t poppin’
You wanted a purse and I couldn’t even cop it
What if I ain’t have my chopper?
Would I have to warn my partner if I saw these bands?
Yeah I know that that’s your man
That don’t mean that he won’t get on the stand

Playboi Carti – Lobby Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 1, 2019•0 Comment(s)

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[Intro: Future]
Hahahahaha
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Uh, I just walked into the lobby (Ooh)
And I just popped me a molly (Ooh)
All of these bitches, they wildin’ (Booted up)
All of these niggas, they watching, nigga, stop it
Hop in the coupe, ’bout to gas ya
I hop in the coupe, push the gas up (Skrrt)
She said that I’m going too fast, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, I just walked into the lobby (Ooh)
And I just popped me a molly (Ooh)
All of these bitches, they wildin’
All of these niggas, they watching, nigga, stop it
Hop in the coupe, ’bout to gas ya
I hop in the coupe, push the gas up (Yeah)
She said that I’m going too fast, yeah (Fast, yeah)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I hop in that jet
Just to go see that lil’ bitch
Can’t wait ’til I land, I’ma go hop in the ‘Vette
Just to go fuck that lil’ bitch (Bitch)
Twenty-one years and I’m lit (Huh)
Twenty-one ho’s on my list
Maison Margiela, my nigga, my set
Maison Margiela, young nigga, no lint
Maison Margiela, my nigga, I’m lit
Maison Margiela, my nigga, my scent
Maison Margiela, my nigga, no lint
Maison Margiela, my nigga, no lint
Designer my belt, designer my kicks
Designer my bitch (Yeah), Madonna my bitch (Yeah)
I know you in love with my bitch (I know)
God damn, I’m in love with my bitch (God damn, I’m in love with my bitch)
All of my diamonds, they kiss
My diamonds, they blow you a kiss (Woah)
Your diamonds, they looking like itch
Your diamonds, they looking like itch (Huh?)
My diamonds, they blow you a kiss
My bitch, she blow you a kiss (Mwah)
Your diamonds, they looking like itch (Yeah, yeah)
Your diamonds, they looking like itch (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Uh, I just walked into the lobby (Ooh)
And I just popped me a molly (Ooh)
All of these bitches, they wildin’ (Booted up)
All of these niggas, they watching, nigga, stop it
Hop in the coupe, ’bout to gas ya
I hop in the coupe, push the gas up (Skrrt)
She said that I’m going too fast, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, I just walked into the lobby (Ooh)
And I just popped me a molly (Ooh)
All of these bitches, they wildin’
All of these niggas, they watching, nigga, stop it
Hop in the coupe, ’bout to gas ya
I hop in the coupe, push the gas up (Yeah)
She said that I’m going too fast, yeah (Fast, yeah)

[Open Verse]

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Uh, I just walked into the lobby (Ooh)
And I just popped me a molly (Ooh)
All of these bitches, they wildin’ (Booted up)
All of these niggas, they watching, nigga, stop it
Hop in the coupe, ’bout to gas ya
I hop in the coupe, push the gas up (Skrrt)
She said that I’m going too fast, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, I just walked into the lobby (Ooh)
And I just popped me a molly (Ooh)
All of these bitches, they wildin’
All of these niggas, they watching, nigga, stop it
Hop in the coupe, ’bout to gas ya
I hop in the coupe, push the gas up (Yeah)
She said that I’m going too fast, yeah (Fast, yeah)

Trippie Redd – BANG! Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted June 25, 2018•0 Comment(s)

[Intro]
I can’t do this anymore, trying not to be ignored
Put my peddle to the floor, I spread my wings I let them soar
Let them soar-oar, let them soar

[Chorus]
I can’t do this anymore, yeah
When it rains it really pours, yeah
Like an eagle Imma soar, yeah
Desert eagle let it roar, yeah
Let it bang-bang, let it bang-bang
Let it rang-sang, let it bang-gang
Baby yes you’re mine, baby yes you’re fine
When I’m on the road, do I cross your mind?
When I’m on the road, baby yes come ride, yeah
Let it bang for me, rang for me
She let that shit sang for me, yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
Yeah let it bang for me, yeah let it bang for me
Yeah let it bang for me, yeah let it bang for me
Baby yes you’re mine, baby yes you’re fine
When I’m on the road, do I cross your mind?
When I’m on the road, baby yes come ride, yeah

[Verse]
New Chanel walkers, when I walked up in the room
Maison Margiela, when I walked up in the room
Bunch of [?] smokers, when I walked up in the room
[?] motorola, when I walked up in the room
Woadie with my chopper, talking down and boy you’re doomed
Used to want a ‘rari, now I’m rich I bought a coupe
Now I’m switching lanes and I never keep a roof
You going out sad, all they do is laugh at you
Now I gotta get it for my momma and my sisters and my nephews and my nieces love’em all
Hoping niggas really ready for the fall
When it all comes down, who can you call?

[Chorus]
I can’t do this anymore, yeah
When it rains it really pours, yeah
Like an eagle Imma soar, yeah
Desert eagle let it roar, yeah
Let it bang-bang, let it bang-bang
Let it rang-sang, let it bang-gang
Baby yes you’re mine, baby yes you’re fine
When I’m on the road, do I cross your mind?
When I’m on the road, baby yes come ride, yeah
Let it bang for me, rang for me
She let that shit sang for me, yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
Yeah let it bang for me, yeah let it bang for me
Yeah let it bang for me, yeah let it bang for me

Lil Pump – Flex Like Ouu lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted May 16, 2018•0 Comment(s)

[Intro]
Ouu, ouu
Lil Pump
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Hook]
Move them bricks to the bando like ouu
Move them bricks to the bando like ouu
Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue
Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue
Walk in the club and I flex like ouu
Walk in the club and I flex like ouu
Maison Margiela all over my shoe
Maison Margiela all over my shoe
Pull up swerving in a coupe
Pull up swerving in a coupe
Pull up swerving in a coupe
Pull up swerving in a coupe
Move them bricks to the bando like ouu
Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue
Walk in the club and I flex like ouu
Maison Margiela all over my shoe

[Verse]
Made a couple bands in the kitchen (Kitchen)
Made a couple bands water whippin’ (Brrr)
Take a nigga bitch, go missing, ouu
Bitch, I ball like a piston, ouu
Bitch, I flex, Ric Flair, damn
All they do is stare, ouu
Lil Pump really don’t care, no
Told a bih “Lil Pump, yeah, ouu”
Everybody know I’m up next, yeah
Everybody know I flex, ouu
I run through these checks, ouu
I flex on my ex, ouu
Left four bands in the trap (Trap)
Left four bands in the trap (four)
Smokin’ on loud pack, ouu
Smokin’ on loud pack, ouu

[Hook]
Move them bricks to the bando like, ouu
Move them bricks to the bando like, ouu
Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue
Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue
Walk in the club and I flex like ouu
Walk in the club and I flex like ouu
Maison Margiela all over my shoe
Maison Margiela all over my shoe
Pull up swerving in a coupe
Pull up swerving in a coupe
Pull up swerving in a coupe
Pull up swerving in a coupe
Move them bricks to the bando like, ouu
Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue
Walk in the club and I flex like, ouu
Maison Margiela all over my shoe

Smokepurpp & Murda Beatz – Pockets lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted May 3, 2018•0 Comment(s)

[Intro: Smokepurpp & Murda Beatz]
Aye, gang
Lil Purpp bless yo trap
Gang (phew, phew)
M-M-M-Murda

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I wanna fuck but she boring (huh)
Fuck a friend, money important
Look at my neck and it’s snowin’
Lil Purpp on top I don’t show it
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
Jump in the Rari, I’m dashin’ (skrrt)
Fuck on that bitch then I pass her (ooh)
You can’t see me through them glasses (what)
All of my diamonds be flashin’ (flash)
Diamonds, they all on my body lil’ nigga
VVS diamonds, they shinin’ like glitter
All the designer, I drip like the river (drip)
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
I’m at the apartments
Niggas come through, it’s a one stop shop
Louis my garments
Run up the racks when I fuck at the apartment
Your baby wanna fuck (look up)
I don’t wanna fuck I tell her suck my watch
You get no warning
We on the block and we made that shit hot (Lil Purpp)
Ooh, choppa got a lot of kick back
Just met the bitch, had to kick back
Send me a text, don’t get shit back (ooh)
Fuck the bitch, I don’t do chit-chat
We ride around with the big mags
Nigga get popped like a tic tac (Lil Purpp)
Smokin’ on bubble, that piss pack (ooh)
Run up the racks, yeah I did that (Lil Purpp)
Run up on me, push yo shit back
Lil Purpp the best and that big facts
Ooh, pour up a six and two
Walk out of Saks, spend a hundred on shoes
Fuck that lil’ bitch and she wet like a pool (Lil Purpp)

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I wanna fuck but she boring (huh)
Fuck a friend, money important
Look at my neck and it’s snowin’
Lil Purpp on top I don’t show it
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
Jump in the Rari, I’m dashin’ (skrrt)
Fuck on that bitch then I pass her (ooh)
You can’t see me through them glasses (what)
All of my diamonds be flashin’ (flash)
Diamonds they all on my body lil’ nigga
VVS diamonds, they shinin’ like glitter
All the designer, I drip like the river (drip)
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
Whoa, Lil Purpp be ridin’ with poles (poles)
And I am sick like I just got a cold (cold)
He said he ridin’ but he went and told (Lil Purpp)
Ooh, bad bitch and she red like the bean (bean)
Bitch we got money like Mayweather team (team)
Young nigga juggin’ since I was thirteen (teen)
Jump in that Rari, I’m hittin’ two hundred (skrrt)
Fuck on that bitch and I fuck on her cousin (skrrt)
9 in the morning and my cellphone buzzin’
Stayed in the trap and we breakin’ out onions
Maison Margiela and mixed with Givenchy
Count up the racks, young nigga got plenty
How many bitches I need me about twenty
Sippin’ on lean, I don’t fuck with the Henny

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I wanna fuck but she boring (huh)
Fuck a friend, money important
Look at my neck and it’s snowin’
Lil Purpp on top I don’t show it
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
Jump in the Rari, I’m dashin’ (skrrt)
Fuck on that bitch then I pass her (ooh)
You can’t see me through them glasses (what)
All of my diamonds be flashin’ (flash)
Diamonds they all on my body lil’ nigga
VVS diamonds, they shinin’ like glitter
All the designer, I drip like the river (drip)
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

Jay-Z – Blue’s Freestyle

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted January 13, 2018•0 Comment(s)

[Blue Ivy:]
Everything everything this my only single thing
Everything I hear is my answer
And if you think I say, then innocent if I say?
I never hear that, I be in the posse
Never seen a ceiling in my whole life
Everything I seen, everything is rotten
Never sit in silence, innocent is Carter
Innocent we seek them
I and say we see them
Everything I [?], everything I [?]
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka
Everything in shaka, everything in faka
Everything in shaka, everything in faka

[We Family]

[Jay-Z:]
I got bloodlines in Benin, that explains the voodoo
Got poison in my pen, thank god for Lulu
And thank the heavens for BB, her Creole roots run deeply
I’m crazy, you ever leave me I might have to put on a gris-gris
Spell for us to stay together
Facelessness
Maison Margiela embracing

‘Cause we family
We, we, we, family

‘Cause more than ever we gon’ have to stick together, feel me?
More than ever my niggas gon’ have to stick together, feel me?
Already ahead of your end, in the foreign bumping Fela, feel me?
Was out in Havana when that had that banned forever, feel me?
Fuck embargoes, I’m a narco
Colombian ties, shout out to Dapo
OG Juan also

‘Cause we family
We, we, we, family

Feel me?
All the fellas from the favelas ’round me, feel me?
Lagos, all the barrios ’round me, feel me?
Bismillah, all the gods around me
Mexicanos ain’t building fucking walls around me

‘Cause we family
We, we, we, family

I feel like Ali
Viet Cong never done shit to me, feel me?
More worried about Trump than anyone overseas, feel me?
I’m out in the art clubs in London sipping tea, feel me?
I’m out in Michelangelos in FTs

‘Cause we family
We, we, we, family, feel me?

Quality Control – Bosses Don’t Speak Lyrics

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

[Intro]
Can’t go out there playin’ when you see us young rich niggas
Droppin’ straight cash on whips, flooded ice
I know you like, “How the fuck these niggas got so much drip?”
Hundred thousand dollar watches
Three point five million dollar cribs and shit
Check the Forbes list, nigga

[Chorus: Offset]
I’m in the coupe, fo’ sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I’m on froze (I’m on ice)
Put a lil bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain’t gold (gold)
You’re gettin’ exposed (you gettin’ exposed)
Hop in the frog and leap (leap)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin’ them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got ’em for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don’t speak (nah)

[Verse 1: Offset]
All of my bitch ain’t a hundred (no)
Oh yeah, my wrist cost a hundred (hundred)
Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds (hundreds)
I’ll take your life for this money (brrt)
I took the top of the coupe, it’s insane (woo)
I did this shit for the pain (pain)
Boarding a private plane (plane)
Audemar Pig’ with the skeleton plain (woo)
Put her on X, put her on percs (perky)
There go Set, baller alert (brrt)
Don’t sip liquor, I’m only on syrup (nah, mud)
Put the dope in your hand, want the money on the first (yeah)
I got a bag of the lotto, the cookie, the sherbert (bag)
It’s a murder on the Nawf and they try to put me in the verdict
I got the birdies, ballin’ like Julius Erving (brrt)
Cookin’ it early, dope get to singin’ like Shirley
Got thirties on thirties, we callin’ them thirties Steph Curry
Don’t talk to me dirty ’cause my niggas goin’ seven thirty
Gave her the pink molly, told a bitch yeah it’s Kirby (molly)
I’ma just fuck her three times and then I’ma curve it (smash, smash)
Oh my God, she said her feelings is hurtin’ (oh my God, woah)
Shut the fuck up lil’ thotty, suck it and slurp it (shh, shh, ehh)
Where was everybody when I was just hurtin’? (where, where)
Only the gang survived, it’s family first

[Chorus: Offset]
I’m in the coupe, fo’ sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I’m on froze (I’m on ice)
Put a lil bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain’t gold (gold)
You’re gettin’ exposed (you gettin’ exposed)
Hop in the frog and leap (leap)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin’ them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got ’em for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don’t speak (nah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
(Quavo)
Oh my God, I bought a foreign and Dodge (oh my God)
Oh my God, I had a foreign menage (oh my, oh my God)
Oh my God, thought you were real, you ‘flauge
Bullets fly and then you flee, nigga we seen your heart
Iced teeth (ice), cellphone beep (brrt, brrt)
Fight me, body bag sheets (body bag)
Am I geeked? Bitch I might be (stupid bitch)
Chanel seats, mansion twelve thousand square feet (yeah)
Once I beat, I tell that bitch to stay away from me (beat it)
I’m not talkin’ ’bout no thot, I’m talkin’ your favorite piece (I am)
I came from the Nawf then jumped into the Major League (I did)
You ain’t never drove this valet so I keep the key
Said she can’t leave without her friend, I got them knee to knee
When you rich like me, this is what it’s s’posed to be (you do)
Can’t get close to me (no)
Backwoods, roll the leaf (roll it)
I done survived some beef (survived)
Now I can massage my seats (massage)

[Chorus: Offset]
I’m in the coupe, fo’ sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I’m on froze (I’m on ice)
Put a lil bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain’t gold (gold)
You’re gettin’ exposed (you gettin’ exposed)
Hop in the frog and leap (leap)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin’ them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got ’em for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don’t speak (nah)

JAY-Z – Blue’s Freestyle lyrics

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

Everything everything this my only single thing
Everything I hear is my answer
And if you think I say, then ?
I never hear that, I be in the posse
Never seen a ceiling in my whole life
Everything I seen, everything is rotten
Never sit in silence ? Carter
Innocent we seek them
I and say we see them
?

Boom shakalaka
Boom shakalaka
Boom shakalaka
Boom shakalaka
Everything in shaka
Everything in faka
Everything in shaka
Everything in faka

[Verse 1: Jay Z]
I got bloodlines in Benin, that explains the voodoo
Got poison in my pen, thank god for Lulu
And thank the heavens for BB, her Creole roots run deeply
I’m crazy, you ever leave me I might have to put an egregious
Spell for us to stay together
Facelessness
Maison Margiela embracing

[Hook: Jay Z]
Cause we family
We we we family

[Verse 2: Jay Z]
Cause more than ever we gon’ have to stick together, feel me?
More than ever my niggas gon’ have to stick together, feel me?
Already ahead of your end, in the foreign bumping Fela, feel me?
Was out in Havana when that had that banned forever, feel me?
Fucking bagos, I’m a narco
Colombian ties, shout out to Dapo
OG Juan also

[Hook: Jay Z]
Cause we family
We we we family

[Verse 3: Jay Z]
Feel me?
All the fellas from the favelas round me, feel me?
Lagos, all the bodies around me, feel me?
Bismillah, all the gods around me
Mexicanos ain’t building fucking walls around me

[Hook: Jay Z]
Cause we family
We we we family

[Verse 4: Jay Z]
I feel like Ali
Viet Cong never done shit to me, feel me?
More worried about Trump than anyone overseas, feel me?
I’m out in the art clubs in London sipping tea, feel me?
I’m out in Michelangelos in FTs

[Hook: Jay Z]
Cause we family
We we we family, feel me?

Johnny Drama – Loft letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 18, 2016

[Hook] (x2)
Bitch I’m going hard not soft
Not in a hotel I’m in a loft
Got your girl on me, can’t get her off (x2)

[Verse 1]
Eh, we gon’ count it up tonight (cash, cash )
If she really down, i put her on a flight (ooh, flight)
I’m in that big body and I make a right (ooh, I swerve)
If you do me wrong you can’t make it right
Ahh, [?] man I’m counting fetti (counting guap)
I just fucked her best friend now she getting petty (smash)
Going city after city, my name getting heavy
In that [?], got me always ready
Man the flow has always been on sick shit (sick shit)
They say if it ain’t broke then don’t fix it (don’t fix it)
Only strap that I got is my kick shit
Maison Margiela, that some real shit
But to tell the truth, I don’t wanna kick it
Drive so fast might get a ticket
Off the drank and now she with it
I push it to the limit

[Hook] (x2)
Bitch I’m going hard not soft
Not in a hotel I’m in a loft
Got your girl on me can’t get her off (x2)

[Verse 2]
Got that bitch on me (got that bitch)
Want that verse for me, I don’t work for free
I do it so much (do this shit)
She wanna look, and she wanna touch
Try to tell ya’, I don’t give a fuck (i don’t give a fuck)
Going hard, ain’t even on no drugs (ain’t no drugs
Got her cloths so scattered on the rug
Off that liqueur, it’s all in my blood (in my blood)
I stay true that real shit in my blood (in my blood)
I never question, I knew who I was (who I was)
When I’m on the stage I get a rush (get a rush)
[?], boy I swear that trust

[Hook] (x2)
Bitch I’m going hard not soft
Not in a hotel I’m in a loft
Got your girl on me can’t get her off (x2)