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Ayesha Curry Slays Tiny Black Bikini On Family Vacation In Mexico – Photos

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted February 23, 2022•0 Comment(s)

Ayesha Curry Slays Tiny Black Bikini On Family Vacation In Mexico – Photos

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Ayesha Curry showed off her incredibly toned figure when she rocked a tiny black bikini while on vacation with her family in Mexico.

Ayesha Curry, 32, has been having a fabulous time while on vacation in Mexico with her husband, Stephen Curry, and their son. Ayesha looked fabulous in the new photos when she showed off her toned figure in a tiny black bikini featuring an underwire top and tiny bottoms.

Ayesha Curry. (Jason Merritt/Radarpics/Shutterstock)

Ayesha’s swimsuit featured a lowcut top that revealed ample cleavage, which she styled with the matching high-rise bottoms. She accessorized her look with a dazzling diamond choker necklace and a pair of black Crocs.

As for Steph, he showed off his amazing, toned arms in a white tank top styled with a red patterned swimsuit.

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Ayesha has been rocking a slew of gorgeous outfits lately and one thing is for sure – she loves a skintight dress or a tight mini skirt. Just recently, she opted to wear a tight black, sleeveless Chanel mini dress with an oversized leather blazer on top.

Aside from this look, she recently showed off her tiny waist and toned legs in two different mini skirt looks. The first one featured a tiny black crop top paired with a black leather, asymmetrical mini skirt. She styled the outfit with a leather jacket, a Prada purse, and knee-high leather Valentino boots.

As for her second look, she rocked a matching brown floral set featuring a high-waisted, ruched mini skirt and a matching blazer. Under the jacket, she wore a tight white cropped tank top with a scoop neckline and she accessorized with black and white slouchy leather Louis Vuitton boots and a neon orange purse.

Ayesha Curry Posts Stunning Photo Of Her Kids Riley, 7, Ryan, 4, & Canon, 1: ‘My Sweet July’s’

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted May 10, 2020•0 Comment(s)

Ayesha Curry Posts Stunning Photo Of Her Kids Riley, 7, Ryan, 4, & Canon, 1: ‘My Sweet July’s’

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Ayesha Curry took to Instagram one day before Mother’s Day to show her appreciation for her three kids with an adorable photo that brought on many admirable comments from followers.

Ayesha Curry, 31, is one proud mama! The brunette beauty proved she was feeling grateful for her three children, including Riley, 7, Ryan, 4, and Canon, 1, when she shared a gorgeous photo of them on Instagram and captioned it with a cute and sweet message just hours before Mother’s Day on May 9. In the snapshot, the two girls and one boy are cuddling each other while happily posing and look like the most loving siblings you’ll ever see. “MY SWEET JULY’S,” Ayesha captioned the post, referring to the month all three of them were born in over the years.

Ayesha’s followers made sure to leave compliments on the pic soon after she posted it and they were so kind. “Ur babies are beautiful 😊,” one wrote while another gushed that they are “the cutest kids ever.” “This picture will be famous forever 💕,” a third follower commented and a fourth pointed out their similar features to their mom and dad, Stephen Curry, 32. “Ryan is all you, Riley is all Steph and Canon Jack is a combo of both of y’all! 😍😍😍 Beautiful babies!,” the comment read.

Ayesha’s recent post isn’t the only time she’s showed off her stunning kids. On Apr. 19, while in quarantine, the doting star posted a video clip of Ryan and Canon dancing as Steph played the drums. The video was part of her Instagram story and it surely brought so much joy to her viewers’ days. In the clip, Ryan can be seen happily jumping up and down as she waves to the camera and Ayesha says “Hey!” several times, and little Canon is swinging his arms and feet around while getting into the groove.

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My SWEET JULY’s.

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It’s great to see Ayesha enjoying her mom duties and spending time with her kids as much as possible. We look forward to seeing more from her in the future!

Pacii – Shit Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted January 28, 2020•0 Comment(s)

[INTRO: Remy]
Pow pow pow pow pow
(?) in this bitch
It’s your boy Yelawooo
I don’t give a f**k what im sayin
They talking’ Remy rise up
Yeah, you dig what im sayin tho
You dig what im sayin tho
f**k it, f**k it, f**k it

[HOOK]
All the time when i was strugglin’ they ain’t gave me shit
They was eatin’ i was starving they ain’t gave me shit
Had to get up off my ass and go and get this shit
Now i got these niggas mad because i am the shit 2x

[VERSE]
I got these niggas mad, i got these bitches sad
Im rockin’ all the latest, y’all rockin’ what i had
Remember being broke when i was down bad
And they ain’t gave me nothing when i was on my ass

Had to get up off the porch and go and get it
Mamma told me watch my friends but ain’t listen
I was on a mission, they was hating’ on me
Started switchin’ now i’m riding by my lonely

All the snakes they call me homie
Now im up, they wanna know me
All the bitches wanna hold me, cause i’m gettin’ to these bands
Niggas see me slap me up but i know they not my mans (yeah) these niggas is some fans (yeah)

[VERSE]
Flexing and finessing cause i got my bands up
(i got my bands up)
Designers on my ass loui keep my pants up
(keep my pants up)
They call me highlighter cause a nigga stands out (what, what)
I got it from the mud nigga im the man now (pow, pow, pow, pow)

Niggas betted it on me now they ass a fan now
(they ass a fan now)
I’m a hot boy like im weezy need a fan now
(i need a fan now)
I put my trust in niggas but they did me dirty
(they did me dirty)
I put my trust in bitches but they did me dirty
(they did me dirty)

Now a nigga ballin’ like i’m Stephen Curry (swish)
Pour a drink let me tell about my story (my story)
Rags to riches let me tell you about this glory (glory)
Workin’ hard so Kaiden have no worry (yeah, yeah)

Trippie Redd – Can You Rap Like Me? Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted January 21, 2020•0 Comment(s)

[Intro]
Remember, there’s always tomorrow
P. Soul on the track

[Chorus]
Ah, ayy, ah, ayy, ah
Can you rap like me? Huh
Ah, ayy, ah, ayy, ah

[Verse]
I gotta get my fresh paper, boy optimistic, inflicted the premonition
My vision a place I visit while lifted
Moolah, I get it, get it, the life I live my decision
They told me to go and get it, I got it so now I’m winning (Remember)
Revolution of fury, the lean got my vision blurry
Balling’ like Stephen Curry, gold fangs in my mouth so purty
Trippie bring demolition and I ain’t talking no derbies
Absorb your flow like I’m Kirby, the lies you tell will not hurt me
Try to reach for the stars, yet people don’t get too far
They want all of the money, all the expensive cars
It’s few people that ever make it but yet I still gotta go hard
A lot of artists that made it are evil, hearts black as tar, yeah
Okay, and this is for every rapper that had a shot at sendin’ me
Your efforts ain’t getting you anywhere in this industry
Lyrically, demonically, dominate your flow endlessly
My venomous rhymes wine and dine on you mentally
Motivated the motivations, say I got too much chemistry
Fatality, like Liu Kang told me to finish ‘eem
Even the Hulk couldn’t take this much intensity
I’m the bullet in the barrel in the gun that shot Kennedy
Mind is racin’ ’bout hating, contemplation with Haitians
Jamaicans sitting on 5G5 pacing, back and forth waiting in Dayton
You get the picture, don’t take this
Boy, this life is real, you couldn’t fake this (Remember)
Throw it up, regurgitation
Can’t shit on me, you constipated
Is you mad ’cause we do this on a daily basis?
Yeah, or is you mad ’cause we made it?
Every day faded, we out here paper chasing

[Chorus]
Bitch, ah, ayy, ah, ayy, ah, ayy
Can you rap like me? Huh
Ah, ayy, ah, ayy, ah
Can you rap like me?

[Outro]
Haha, lil’ bitch, 1400 gang
You know what the f**k going on, 1400 boys, huh
Yeah, Canton, Ohio shit
Buh, lil’ bitch, aha
Slatt, you know what the f**k goin’ on
Hunter’s a bitch
Bad Milo
Hahaha
Random thoughts to you, bitch
On a love letter to you, bitch
(Remember)

G Herbo – Visionary Lyrics

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

[Intro]
Uh, mothafucka
Yeah, I’m finna go grab the Lambo truck soon as that bitch drop
No bap
Ayy, uh, you’re big dawg now, you get smart

[Chorus]
I’m a millionaire (Huh)
And I saw this shit through so I’m a visionary
Look up hustler, you see my face in the dictionary (Pussy)
Remember the only paper in my hand was an obituary (Who?)
I wasn’t never scared (Ooh), I wasn’t never worried (Ooh)
I was shootin’ that bitch every time I touched it like Stephen Curry
Summertime when I popped lil’ nigga, that was my anniversary
Had a curse, reversed it
Hit the booth, it’s an emergency
I got a verse for 30 (Huh)

[Verse 1]
Now here I go off Percs (Nigga)
Nigga, what’s the controversy? (Nigga)
Probably would’ve been your daddy had the condom burst (That’s damn right)
But don’t mention my fuckin’ name, I don’t want that drama emergin’
While y’all niggas on it
I’ll text everybody where your house at and send everybody to purge you
One day I’ma buy my bitch a Birkin
But, I gotta stay on my grind, shit, I gotta stay workin’
There’s at least a dub callin’ on my line, cook up, bitches twerkin’
Wht you want, a turkey?
You tryna get this shit any lower than this, fuck you want, some mercy?
What you on, a Pereky?
And you say those 15s ain’t doin’ nothin’ for you
What you on, a 30?
You got that gold on and got souls gonna go
Fuck, you think you Xeres?
Ain’t no submittin’, if you want my spot, bitch, gotta murk me

[Chorus]
I’m a millionaire (Huh)
And I saw this shit through so I’m a visionary (Like who?)
Look up hustler, you see my face in the dictionary (Mothafucka)
Remember the only paper in my hand was an obituary (Mothafucka)
I wasn’t never scared, I wasn’t never worried
I was shootin’ that bitch every time I touched it like Stephen Curry
Summertime when I popped lil’ nigga, that was my anniversary
Had a curse, reversed it
Hit the booth, it’s an emergency
I got a verse for 30 (Huh)

[Verse 2]
I’m in the booth, I knock that out
I got a verse for 30 (Got a verse for 30)
Still keep a Perk or somethin’ in my lil’ pocket
I pop in case of emergencies (Ooh)
And it get hectic, I pull out this lil’ rocket
Clock in the sizzock, knock your little shit outta it
Play in the street, tryna get every bit out of it
Met the connect, I finessed a little brick out of it
Trap goin’ brazy, I just had to sit on it
That shit gon’ get at it (Huh)
Chopper goin’ brazy, we goin’ too brazy
The cops keep on raidin’ it but ain’t get shit out of it (Huh)
Yeah, I been runnin’ with my dawgs (I been runnin’ with my)
So you know it’s licks involved
All I know is get rich, that’s all
Blow 20K, send my bitch to ball
Hit the A ’cause I ain’t been to Phipps in long
Bitch, I’m eatin’, all I leave ’round tips and bones
One chain look like a 60 ball
Slide on your bitch at six in the morning
After I leave her, leave that bitch alone
Block her on my cellular phone, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m a millionaire (Huh)
And I saw this shit through so I’m a visionary (Mothafucka)
Look up hustler, you see my face in the dictionary (Mothafucka)
Remember the only paper in my hand was an obituary
I wasn’t never scared, I wasn’t never worried
I was shootin’ that bitch every time I touched it like Stephen Curry
Summertime when I popped lil’ nigga, that was my anniversary
Had a curse, reversed it
Hit the booth, it’s an emergency
I got a verse for 30
I’m a visionary

6ix9ine – MOOKY lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted May 28, 2018•0 Comment(s)

[Chorus]
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth, we gon’ stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth, we gon’ stomp that nigga out (we gon’ stomp that nigga out)

[Verse]
Pull up to the party off a molly (off a what?)
Pull up to the party in a ‘Rari (skrt!)
Heard it’s niggas in there actin’ rowdy (actin’ rowdy)
So I’m ’bouta go do somethin’ about it (somethin’ about it)
I’ma pull up with the 30 stick, with the coolin’ kit
Stephen Curry, how I’m shootin’ shit, I can’t fuckin’ miss
I’m off a perc movin’ ridiculous, I think I’m seein’ shit
Off half a piece, swervin’ in the fuckin’ Benz
Countin’ up Benjamins (what!? what!?)

[Refrain]
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)

[Chorus]
Stomp that nigga out (out!), stomp that nigga out (out!)
Stomp that nigga out (out!), stomp that nigga out (out!)
Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth, we gon’ stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth, we gon’ stomp that nigga out (we gon’ stomp that nigga out)

[Outro]
What!? (yah, yah)
What!? (yah, yah)
What!? (yah, yah)
What!?

NBA Youngboy & Kodak Black – Chosen One

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted December 13, 2017•0 Comment(s)

[Intro: Kodak Black & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Project Baby
NFL, never forget loyalty
And I’m never going broke again
Woah, yeah
Oh

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stayed the same
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Late at night no I can’t sleep, I’m like oh
I got demons in my dreams, man I know
I just drop down to my knees, to the floor
I start praying to my god to make ’em go
I was young when grandmama died nigga
Take a look up in my eyes nigga
I’ll never be disguised nigga
Say you know me, tell me how do you figure?
Working hard, now my name getting bigger
Comin’ up I grew up ’round killers
Swear that I’m traumatized nigga
My hopes to the ceiling
Hurt and I need some healing
Gotta do better for my children
I can’t give up on my mission

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Don’t let nobody tell you different, you the greatest
Project baby and I’m a baby with a baby
And mama I been goin’ back crazy again
I’m going back crazy
Dancing with the devil, fighting demons
My lady hate the way that I be sleeping
Show the world it took so long for me to see, didn’t we
I remember when I didn’t even believe in me
I be going hard never exaggerate
I be going hard nigga
I be going hard never over exaggerate
Yeah the real ones stay here, the fake evaporate
Draco baby, K banana clip, gon’ chop an eight
But I love them shell cats that keep a thirty-eight
Ninety baby catching burglaries or a murder case
Feed a turkey, caught thirty
I done grew up way too quick, too early
Thirty on me, Stephen Curry, use my jersey
I’m a warrior, that be my jersey
Free G Pharaoh, damn they did you dirty
NBA winning, balling like I’m Stephen Curry
Blue hundreds like a peacock, I got them birdies

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Chosen One (feat. Kodak Black)

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

[Intro: Kodak Black & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Project Baby
NFL, never forget loyalty
And I’m never going broke again
Woah, yeah
Oh

Kodak Black – Wake N Bake (Institution Mixtape) letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 13, 2016

[Intro]
It’s lil Kodak, man
This for all my niggas on the paper chase, man
Do whatever it take to get that cake, man
Ain’t no other way tryna get it straight, man

[Hook]
Look, put me in the game, I’m just tryna make a play
This for all my niggas out here, tryna make it shake
Smokin’ purple, every mornin’ they nigga wake n bake
Poke in windows, early mornin’, call it wake n break
Put me in the game, I’m just tryna make a play
This for all my niggas out here, tryna make it shake
Smokin’ purple, every mornin’ nigga wake n bake
Poke in windows, early mornin’, call it wake n break

[Verse 1]
Call it February, how I drop a 28
Put me in the game, coach, so I can make a play
All my people, in the bleacher’s, we gon’ celebrate
When my homie crossed over, had to fade away
This for everybody, grew up off of section 8
Keep your head up, cause you gon’ see a better day
Wake n bake, smokin’ purple, buzz like a grape
Wake n pray, pick your winners, then get in your place
Stephen Curry for the guap, 30 to your face
So much money on my mind, I can’t even think
You can’t even close your eyes, niggas come and take
Watch the niggas you around, don’t you even play
Boy, I swear to God, I just caught another case
Tired of makin’ momma cry, stressin’, losin’ weight
Baby, I can’t be your hero, I can’t save the day
But, I’m superman fly, with my fuckin’ cape

[Hook]
Look, put me in the game, I’m just tryna make a play
This for all my niggas out here, tryna make it shake
Smokin’ purple, every mornin’ nigga wake n bake
Poke in windows, early mornin’, call it wake n break
Put me in the game, I’m just tryna make a play
This for all my niggas out here, tryna make it shake
Smokin’ purple, every mornin’ nigga wake n bake
Poke in windows, early mornin’, call it wake n break

[Verse 2]
All my niggas takin’ chances, I know how it go
Wake n break, poke your window, we just pop and go
Playin’ with them bands, I ain’t talkin’ rock n roll
This for all my niggas locked up, eatin’ sloppy joes
All my niggas hungry, they say they need a plate
Put me in the game, coach, so I can lead the way
I’m just glad to be here, to see another day
Road runnin’, gotta get it, any other way
I need a meal, but for now, I need a hunnid K
You gon’ get it, if you wait, that’s what my momma say
I had dreams of bein’ a man, since the second grade
While you niggas gettin’ pussy, I’m just gettin’ paid
Me and Jackboy, car jackin’, switchin’ lanes
Yeah, we found a chop shop, took it with a day
Came up, off of cash, for gold snatchin’ chains
How I’m finna shine, everybody throwin’ shade

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