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Ben Affleck’s Girlfriend Ana & Daughter Violet, 14, Twin In Matching Outfits During Grocery Run 

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted June 5, 2020•0 Comment(s)

Ben Affleck’s Girlfriend Ana & Daughter Violet, 14, Twin In Matching Outfits During Grocery Run 

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Ben Affleck was spotted on a Whole Foods run with his girlfriend, Ana de Armas and 14-year-old daughter Violet on June 5. The actress and teen matched in ripped denim jeans for the shopping trip. And, the trio left the store with a bouquet of stunning red roses!

Ben Affleck‘s kids seem to be a big fan of his girlfriend Ana de Armas! She was spotted with The Way Back actor, 47, and his 14-year-old daughter Violet at Whole Foods in California on Friday afternoon. The trio donned casual clothes for the grocery run, with Ana and Violet dressed in similar distressed jeans. Ben, Ana and Violet were all pictured entering and exiting Whole Foods with protective masks on amid the COVID-19 pandemic.

Ben Affleck and Ana de Armas go shopping at Whole Foods in California on Friday, June 5, 2020. (Photo credit: BACKGRID)  

Ben, who was pictured on his phone, stepped out in a pair of tinted, black aviators. He sported grey pants with a brown button-up and matching combat boots. The actor’s other daughter, Seraphina, 11, and son Samuel, 8, who he shares with ex-wife Jennifer Garner, were not present during the outing. And, after the shopping trip, Seraphina may have a sisterly bone to pick with Violet. The eldest of the Affleck kids was pictured wearing a cream-colored sweatshirt that said “Favorite Daughter” on the front with a red heart. Violet, who’s taller than Ana in the new photos, also wore a pair of glasses.

Ben Affleck and Ana de Armas leaving Whole Foods in California on Friday, June 5, 2020. (Photo credit: BACKGRID) 

The couple and the teen exited the store with a full cart of groceries. While it’s unclear what they stocked up on, a beautiful bouquet of red roses could be see poking through the brown bags in their cart. Ben, like the true gentleman he is, pushed the cart of items to their vehicle.

Although the lovebirds’ romance is in its beginning stages, Ben and Ana seem smitten with one another. The pair first sparked romance rumors after they were spotted vacationing together in Havana, Cuba, in March. Ben and Ana play husband and wife in the upcoming psychological thriller Deep Water, which is expected to be released this coming November.

Soulchef – What You Rappin’ For Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted February 26, 2020•0 Comment(s)

[Intro]
Yeah, check it, check it, check it out

[Verse 1]
Uh, check out the rhyme one more time
So I ain’t got to work at checkout, express line
With 15 or less, let me express mine
You’ve heard everyone else’s style, except mine
Yeah, ask the manager, I’m no amateur
[?], world view capturer
Still I’m at the Whole Foods after your paper or plastic please, so would you hurry up
It’s like I can’t breathe until 6:30 up
Link up with fellow MCs, drink a 40 up
Burn up, like a flint of a candle
The only thing I can do is ramble, the beats that I sample
The shiver in the boots
Movie-like flow [?] running through
What you wanna do?
Give up the only good thing that you ever knew
It’s time we stopped chasing a dream and see it coming true

[Hook]
Nobody’s feeling that no more
I said, go on homie tell me what you rapping for?
It’s nothing like it was before
I said, go on homie tell me what you rapping for?
[?]
I said, go on homie tell me what you rapping for?
So don’t be doing that no more
I said, go on homie tell me what you rapping for?

[Verse 2]
I still got a 9th grade mind state
Throw the food for my plate
If you get in my way
They went from missing me to listening to my tape
Now they want to kick it because everything going so great
But, when it was bad they were gone
I was forced to go it alone
But it’s ok, it made me strong
As long as I can write I’m never wrong
[?]
To squash it whatever the cost is
It’s hard to kick push when they’re flipping like [?]
Broke the last straw, the last line they crossed it
I’m just trying to wriggle on back before the worst
This nonsense around us
Just let the sound surround us
If the music is your god, then we see him as boundless
I found this out without a doubt for sure
When I finish what I set out for
My goal

[Hook]

Jaden – The Passion Lyrics

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

[Verse 1]
Done with reminiscin’
Spittin’ fire hotter than the pot up in the kitchen, yuh
And lately I’ve been itchin’ to take a rapper on
‘Cause I’m really done with all the sneak disses, yuh
My whip is fully electric
You need a lesson just to whip it, ay, ay
I’m on the other side havin’ way too good a time
Baby, why you still trippin’, yuh?
Probably ’cause I’m sippin’ penicillin
‘Cause I’m so sick, Joker, I’m just chillin’ like a villain, yuh
Couldn’t think of any better feelin’, no
I hope you trip when I whip out the flow, yuh
She got the ice, I can tell, watch when I slip on the snow, oh
Gas, goin’ fast to my destination, I ain’t worried ’bout traffic (No)

[Bridge]
Look, are we in Colorado (Wait) or at Mardi Gras?
Girl you party hard, I’m a genie in a bottle, ay, wishin’ for all and all
Get the motorcycle, hit the throttle, watch me hit them guitar notes
I just need me a model, reincarnation’s the motto

[Hook]
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion

[Verse 2]
Skinny Young Jiggy in your city, yuh (Yo)
Huh, I say I wanna battle and you say you too dizzy, no
You just don’t want to mess with the finessin’
I get it, they said you stressin’, keep you living
I hope you know that I been spitting since I turned seven
If you’re a ship, I’m ’bout to wreck it, I told you
Look, skinny Young Jiggy in your city, yuh
I don’t talk to you, I’ma talk to my bruhs, uh
Go to Philly, say hello to my cousin, uh
You talking all that mess, I know you don’t want it, yuh
Hey, skinny Young Jiggy in the city, yuh
Hey, ay, be my baby girl, you hella pretty, yuh, yuh, yuh
Motocross down the street to this beat
I’m popping a wheelie (Skrt!)
Hey, keep my family closer than these jokers
Don’t make me go to Philly
I told you, I’m bodying all you
I’m not gonna hold you, shout-out to Whole Foods
Them jokers are old news
You know it’s lit when they don’t notice you
I’m ’bout to matte the Tesla
And I shed a bullet for my MSFTS soldiers who I owe it to
The FDA is all on me, you know it’s true
The clique is rolling and I’m on the move

[Hook]
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion

[Bridge]
Look, are we in Colorado (Wait) or at Mardi Gras?
Girl you party hard, I’m a genie in a bottle, ay, wishin’ for all and all
Get the motorcycle, hit the throttle, watch me hit them guitar notes
I just need me a model, reincarnation’s the motto
Yeah, look

[Outro]
(Syre, don’t do this)
I don’t wanna cry, I just want to get you out of my mind
(Don’t open up to him)
Open your eyes, I been by your side through all of this time
(Don’t tell him anything)
Excuse the disguise for all the magic that is hitting my mind
We’re living a lie
Open your eyes, I been by your side through all of this time
Through all of them guys, through all of them lies
(I love you more) Ooh, help us
Something is new, tell us
Talking to you, selfish
I do not want to die
Ooh, help us
Something is new, tell us
Talking to you, selfish
I do not want to die

Baby Keem – Top Ramen Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted January 19, 2020•0 Comment(s)

[Verse 1]
I’m sick of the rah-rah-rah
I’m not finna slide if your block hot
Big rock band, he’s a shooter
Heard him talkin’ about the hacks, no computer (Yeah)
Eat a drumstick (Yeah)
Top dawg, but my bitch still eat Top Ramen (Yeah)
Met my mom
My mom said she a top woman (Yeah)
I got fame and she help me keep my conscious (Yeah)
I don’t sneak around, if I do, I have fun (Huh)
If they cancel me, then I retire, get the drum (Yeah)
If they cancel me, then I might have to pop the trunk (Yeah)
If they cancel me, I black on black my Air Force Ones (Yeah, let’s go)

[Chorus]
Tired of rah-rah-rah
Serve a look, bitch face like raw, raw, raw
Say he quit the double cup, that’s raw, raw, raw
Hit your ho, I’m finna nut, say bye, bye, bye

[Verse 2]
Leave a nigga stranded
I’m a f**k nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I’m a f**kin’ bandit (Yeah)
On my momma Janice (Okay)
Eatin’ Church’s Chicken (Chicken)
All I eat is chicken (Yeah)
Beat the box like (Let’s go)
Beat the box like (Let’s go)
Whole Foods on my neck, f**kin’ up
Pink clothes to my neck, f**kin’ up
My bitch messy, my neck f**kin’ up
I get bands, you pay respect, f**kin’ up
Check, check, check, check, check please
Check one, two, get your bitch off me
Your bitch on TV if my sex tape leak
Your bitch on DVD, she won an ESPY

[Chorus]
Tired of raw, raw, raw
Serve a look, bitch phrase like raw, raw, raw
Say he quit the double cut, that’s raw, raw, raw
Hit your ho, I’m finna nut, say bye, bye, bye

Childish Gambino – IV. Sweatpants lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted May 18, 2018•0 Comment(s)

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino & {Problem}]
Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked
Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok
Got her hair done, French braids, now she A$Ap
Bino so insensitive, she asking “why you say that!”
I’m chillin’, real nigga feeling
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villian
Still spitting that cash flow, dj Khaled
I got a penthouse on both coasts, ph balance
Real nigga, I rep those, why though? Cause I said so
Hip deep in the Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds
I got more tail than that Petco, you faker than some Sweet’n Low
Yeah, you got some silverware, but really are you eating though?
Are you eating though? Nigga, are you eating though?
Breakfast, lunch and dinner’s for beginners, you ain’t even know
Never catching cases, why they faces look so e-m-o?
Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano
My architect know Japanese, yo’ girl, she jocking me
No hands like soccer teams and y’all fuck boys like Socrates
You niggas ain’t copping these, niggas ain’t looking like me
Nah, I ain’t checking I. D. But I found some with no problem
Tell ’em, Problem (Problem!)

[Bridge: Childish Gambino]
I’m winnin’, yeah, yeah, I’m winnin’ (x3)
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain

[Hook: Problem]
Don’t be mad cause I’m doing me better than you doing you (x3)
Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon’ do?

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Different color, my passport, Instagram my stack load
Hashtag my day wear and your girl drink my day care
And I’m born rich, life ain’t fair (silver spoon coon, ho)
Ain’t nobody sicker and my Fisker “vroom, vroom”, ho
Ain’t nobody–
Fiskers don’t make noise when they start up, just so you know
Top of the Hold’em totem, rich forever, a million was not the quota
My father owned half of Moma and did it with no diploma
Year off, got no rules, tripping off of them toad stools
More green than my Whole Foods and I’m too fly, Jeff Goldblum
Got a glass house in the Palisades, that a-k-a
White hood, white hood, (okay-kay-kay)
Furniture custom, you shop at ikea
So Maserati, you whipping a Kia
Spending this money, it’s longer than Nia
Just like a Coppola, me and Sofia
Waking up broke, man, wouldn’t wanna be ya
Friends with the dopeman, help a nigga re-up
Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her
“Err-err”, onomatopoeia, oh, I got my cool on!
I’m winning so they had to dump the Gatorade
And I don’t give a fuck about my family name

[Hook: Problem]
Don’t be mad cause I’m doing me better than you doing you (x3)
Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon’ do?

Jaden Smith – The Passion Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted November 18, 2017•0 Comment(s)

[Verse 1]
Done with reminiscing
Spittin’ fire hotter than the pot up in the kitchen, yuh
And lately I’ve been itchin’ to take a rapper on
‘Cause I’m really done with all the sneak disses, yuh
My whip is fully electric, you need a lesson just to whip it, ay-ay
I’m on the other side havin’ way too good a time
Baby, why you still trippin’? Yuh
Probably ’cause I’m sippin’ penicillin
‘Cause I’m so sick, Joker, I’m just chillin’ like a villain, yuh
Couldn’t think of any better feelin’, no
I hope you trip when I whip out the flow, what?
She got the ice, I can tell, watch when I slip on the snow, oh
Gas, goin’ fast to my destination, I ain’t worried ’bout traffic (no)

[Bridge]
Look, are we in Colorado (wait) or at Mardi Gras?
Girl, you party hard, I’m a genie in a bottle, ay
Wishin’ for all y’all, get the motorcycle, hit the throttle
Watch me hit them guitar notes
I just need me a model, reincarnation’s tomorrow

[Hook]
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion

[Verse 2]
Ay, skinny, young, jiggy in the city, yuh (yo)
Huh, I say I wanna battle and you say you too dizzy, no
You just don’t want to mess with the finessin’
I get it, they say you stressin’, keep living
I hope you know that I been spinning since I turned seven
If you’re a ship, I’m ’bout to wreck it, I told you
Look, skinny, young, jiggy in the city, yuh
I don’t talk to you, I’ma talk to my bruhs, uh
Go to Philly, say hello to my cousin, oh
You talking all that mess, I know you don’t want it, yuh
Hey, skinny, young, jiggy in the city, yuh
Hey, ay, be my baby girl, you hella pretty, yuh, yuh, yuh
And when I cross down the street to this beat, I’m popping a wheelie (skrt)
Keep my family closer than these jokers, don’t make me go to Philly, I told you!
I’m better than all you
I’m not gonna whole you
Shoutout to Whole Foods
Them jokers are old news
You know its lit when they don’t notice you
I’m ’bout to market Tesla
And I shed a bullet for my MSFTS soldiers who I owe it to
The FDA is all on me, you know its true
The clique is rolling and I’m on the move

[Hook]
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion

[Bridge]
Look, are we in Colorado (wait) or at Mardi Gras?
Girl, you party hard, I’m a genie in a bottle, ay
Wishin’ for all y’all, get the motorcycle, hit the throttle
Watch me hit them guitar notes
I just need me a model, reincarnation’s tomorrow
Yeah, look

[Outro]
Syre, don’t do this
I don’t wanna cry
I just want to get you out of my mind
Open your eyes
I been by your side through all of this time
Excuse the disguise
For all the magic that is hitting my mind
We’re living a lie
Open your eyes
I been by your side through all of this time
Through all of them guys
Through all of them lies

[Outro]
Ooh, help us
Something is new
Tell us
Talking to you
Selfish
I do not want to die
Ooh, help us
Something is new
Tell us
Talking to you
Selfish
I do not want to die

Whitney Bischoff Is Married: The Bachelor Star Weds Ricky Angel

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 22, 2017•0 Comment(s)

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Whitney Bischoff is a married woman!

The 32-year-old Bachelor alum wed her fiancé Ricky Angel at at the Wequassett Resort and Golf Club in Cape Cod on Saturday, multiple sources confirm to E! News. The bride wore a custom-designed wedding gown.

Eyewitness says, “The wedding took place just after 4 p.m. The ceremony was set up right at the water with chairs lining the aisle. The weather was perfect and sunny.”

The insider added, “Whitney wore a classic long form fitted dress with a veil. Her hair was in a low bun with a side part. Ricky wore a dark colored suit.”

The source said, “The ceremony lasted about 20 minutes. At the end, Whitney and Ricky had a few private moments where they took a walk on a dock and toasted with glasses of Rose.”

“For the cocktail hour and reception, everyone moved inside to a room overlooking the water,” said the insider.

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Guests included Kaitlyn Bristowe and fiancé Shawn Boothe and Bachelor in Paradise married couple Evan Bass and Carly Waddell. The women had competed with Bischoff on The Bachelor season 19. Bischoff, a fertility clinic nurse, won and got engaged to star Chris Soules. In May 2015, two months after the finale, they revealed that had split.

Bischoff and Angel announced their engagement in July 2016 after 10 months of dating.

“Whitney Angel has a nice ring to it, yall!” she wrote on Instagram at the time, alongside a pic of the two embracing, with her wearing a diamond engagement ring.

The two met on the dating site Bumble.

“This one time, on 9/24/15, I went on a bumble date and met a really cute guy,” Bischoff wrote on Instagram in September. “He actually looked just like his pics!! He made me laugh. And he made me feel like I could be myself. He didn’t care about my past. We were just two kids living in the moment. Fast forward 2 years & we are ready to get hitched in a matter of days. Life is a crazy ride, thanks for hanging on with me @rickyrange16.”

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“I wish I had some fairytale way that we met, like in Whole Foods or at the gym, but I don’t frequent either,” she wrote on Style Me Pretty this past January.

She said that days after she reached out to Angel on Bumble, she texted her friend, “I think I met the guy I’m going to marry, although I’ve actually never met him.”

That month, Bischoff celebrated a bachelorette weekend with her girlfriends.

I wish I could marry Ricky 100 times just so that I could have weekends like this more than once,” she wrote on Instagram, alongside a photo gallery. “Thank you to all of my amazing girlfriends who made this weekend one for the books. I wish I could post a pic of every lovely lady and share with the world how much they mean to me, but I put my phone away to be in the moment and didn’t bring a camera. These pics are from friends and ok I’ll just stop talking now. Just so dang happy. THANK YOU.”

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Mike WiLL Made It – On The Come Up (Ransom 2 Album)

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted March 25, 2017•0 Comment(s)

[Intro: Big Sean]
Pérignon, mmm
Eardrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Sun up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Look, all my niggas ’bout that action
Livin’ the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attackin’
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m askin’
Wearin’ diamond medallions (Straight up)
My whole squad run the Atlas (Look)

[Verse 1 : Big Sean]
I feel like I was chose to
Take care of the ones I’m close to
Kitchen lookin’ like Whole Foods
Got the fam’ around like it’s Soul Food, damn
I do this here for the set
Working all year ’til we set
Quick to check a bitch, yeah I check her
Even though life’s a game of chess
‘Cause I’m living play-by-play, day-by-day
No time for her honestly
Unless her face lookin’ like a young Sade
‘Cause I gotta get it a hundred ways
What you know ’bout bein’ down and out?
‘Til niggas sayin’ you the best man
Like your best friend walkin’ down the aisle
When you make it, they gon’ say
I owe you in all kind of vowels
When you makin’ all kinda of thous
I just want the Presidential Rollie black face, Obama style
Then count the check up, E. Honda style
Boy, this the D where they be rockin’ fur and crocodile
Take your risk every time you out the house
But it’s all worth momma’s smile
Yeah, it’s all worth momma’s smile

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Sun up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up (Aye)
All my niggas ’bout that action
Livin’ the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attackin’
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m askin’
Wearin’ diamond medallions (Straight up)
My whole squad run the Atlas (Look)

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I was just on Jimmy Fallon
I just got back from the Islands
I took my daddy to Cancun
Then we went to the Bahamas
He had all they baby momma’s
I had all they momma babies
Boy, I swear this life is crazy
Told that nigga sit back and be lazy, yeah
Don’t worry, man, I got it, I got it, I got it
We buildin’ from the ground up, it’s in the block and
So the hood support us like I Mom and Pop’ed it
‘Cause I bring it home like I just adopt it
Volunteer for a lethal weapon
He ain’t need that sentence, he just needs direction
No one ever told them boys to make it out of debt
You gon’ need way more than street credit
I got redirected
Tryna take this lil piece of success I got and make it bigger
You can tell I’m focused in my baby pictures
Not replyin’ to texts, not even naked pictures
That’s how real it gets
Whole team so hungry for the meals and shit that I can feel this shit
They askin’ how we made it like the pyramids
It’s like I’m livin’ just to kill this shit

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Sun up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up (aye)
All my niggas ’bout that action
Livin’ the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attackin’
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m askin’
Wearin’ diamond medallions
My whole squad run the Atlas

Mike WiLL Made It – On The Come Up (feat. Big Sean)

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted March 18, 2017•0 Comment(s)

[Intro: Big Sean]
Pérignon
Eardrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Son ’em
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Look, all my niggas ’bout that action
Living the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attacking
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m asking
Wearing diamond medallions (Straight up)
My whole squad run the Atlas (Look)

[Verse 1 : Big Sean]
I feel like I was chose to take care of the ones I’m close to
Kitchen looking like Whole Foods
Got the fam’ around like it’s Soul Food, damn
I do this here for the set
Working all year ’til we set
Quick to check a bitch, yeah I check her even though life’s a game of chess
‘Cuz I’m living play-by-play, day-by-day
No time for her honestly unless her face looking like a young Sade
Cause I gotta get it a hundred ways
What you know ’bout being down and out
‘Till niggas saying you the best man
Like your best friend walking down the aisle
When you make it they gon’ say I owe you in all kind of vowels
When you making all kinda of thous
I just want the Presidential Rollie black face Obama style
Then count the check up behind the star
Boy, this the D where they be rocking fur and crocodile
Take your risk every time you out the house
But it’s all worth momma’s smile
Yeah, It’s all worth momma’s smile

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Son ’em
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up (Aye)
All my niggas ’bout that action
Living the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attacking
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m asking
Wearing diamond medallions (Straight up)
My whole squad run the Atlas (Look)

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I was just on Jimmy Fallon
I just got back from the Islands
I took my daddy to Cancun
Then we went to the Bahamas
He had all they baby momma’s
I had all they momma babies
Boy, I swear this life is crazy
Told that nigga sit back and be lazy, yeah
Don’t worry man, I got it, I got it, I got it
We building from the ground up, it’s in the block and
So the hood support us like I Mom and Pop’ed it
Cause I bring it home like I just adopt it
Volunteer for a lethal weapon
He ain’t need that sentence, he just needs direction
No one ever told them boys to make it out of debt
You gon’ need way more than street credit
I got redirected
Tryna take this lil piece of success I got and make it bigger
You can tell I’m focused in my baby pictures
Not replying to texts, not even naked pictures
That’s how real it gets
Whole team so hungry for the meals and shit that I can feel this shit
They asking how we made it like the pyramids
It’s like I’m living just to kill this shit

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Son ’em
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up (aye)
All my niggas ’bout that action
Living the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attacking
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m asking
Wearing diamond medallions
My whole squad run the Atlas

Deniro Farrar – Gentrification

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted March 1, 2017•0 Comment(s)

[Interlude]
It’s called gentrification
It’s what happens when the property value of a certain area is brought down
Huh? You listening?
To bring the property value down
They can buy the land at a lower price
Then they move all the people out
Raise the property value
And sell it at a profit

[Hook: Deniro Farrar x2]
I’m just a boy from the hood
I feel like Furious Styles
Gentrification in our ghetto this nation is ours
We built this shit
Yeah, yeah we built this shit

[Verse 1: Deniro Farrar]
Losing our ghetto but we don’t even know it
Only use the curb for the liquor we pawn
Nigga got shot now it’s time to mourn
Is what it is baby life move on
Gotta love struggle cause it made me strong
Whole Foods in the hood now the rent got raised
But I’m still living off minimum wage
Nigga can’t even afford to stay
Next thing you know they gon’ own the block
Shit too high for the mom and pop
Stores we was raised on on the block
Now we gotta make way for a coffee shop
Can’t take shit so they buy the land
Living next door to the fireman
And a couple with a dog but they don’t even speak
Walking round acting like they better than me
Cause they make six figures with a college degree
I grew up around Hades and apartments to me
Steady jacking up the price but you gotta be cheap?
Motherfuckers ain’t fooling me
I love my skin and I love my soul
We was all slaves that’s the lie they told
We started out kings with diamonds and gold
But they took our shit baby ain’t that cold?

[Hook: Deniro Farrar x2]
I’m just a boy from the hood
I feel like Furious Styles
Gentrification in our ghetto this nation is ours
We built this shit
Yeah, yeah we built this shit

[Verse 2: Deniro Farrar]
Where we gon’ live if it ain’t the hood?
Can’t move up cause a nigga poor
Still in a recession and the jobs is low
Only other option is slang some blow
Three strike rule better think again
Kicking us out and they moving in
Pushing us all to the side of the city
Full of liquor stores and the water’s shitty
School fucked up they don’t teach the kids
Bout who they is or what we did
Alien ain’t build them pyramids
We the ones started the beauty supply
People bought it out now prices are high
Everything around me gentrified
Better wake up nigga open your eyes
Go and get high then you eat Popeyes
But there ain’t enough time to lay on our side
Cross they fingers cause they hope we die
Must’ve forgot we was born to survive
Only in the hood when you need a vote
Or fucking our women in exchange for dope
Same old shit it ain’t changing though
Feeling like God my only hope

[Hook: Deniro Farrar x2]
I’m just a boy from the hood
I feel like Furious Styles
Gentrification in our ghetto this nation is ours
We built this shit
Yeah, yeah we built this shit

[Interlude]
We are African
And we happen to be in America
We’re not American
We are a people who formerly were African who were kidnapped and brought to America
We didn’t land on Plymouth Rock
The rock was landed on us

Childish Gambino – Crashing Waves

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 28, 2016

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked
Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok
Got her hair done, French braids now she A$AP
Bino so insensitive, she asking, “Why you say that?!”
I’m chillin’, real nigga feeling
Rich kid, asshole: paint me as a villain
Still spitting that cash flow: DJ Khaled
I got a penthouse on both coasts: pH balance
Real nigga, I rep those, why though? Cause I said so
Hip deep in the Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds
I got more tail than that PetCo
You faker than some Sweet’N Low
Yeah, you got some silverware
But really are you eating though?
Are you eating though? Nigga, are you eating though?
Breakfast, lunch and dinner’s for beginners
You ain’t even know—
Never catching cases, why they faces look so E-M-O?
Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano
My architect know Japanese, yo’ girl, she jocking these
No hands like soccer teams and y’all fuck boys like Socrates
You niggas ain’t copping these, niggas ain’t looking like me
Nah, I ain’t checking I.D. but I bounce ’em with no problem
Tell ’em, Problem (Problem!)

[Hook: KiD CuDi]
Salutations to all you can call me Cudi
Or Mr. Extravagant cause I’m gettin’ my money
Way my doors are swayin’ its like a bird on wheels
You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels
Yeah I see you with that
But you should be on this
It’s that Henney and Cocoa-Cola
Come over and sit
Won’t you tell me your name
Tell me where you be at
I know you know that them hot
But I don’t wana hear that
[Verse 2: KiD CuDi]
Yep yep, you got it, right
Now don’t get left get on your good foot it’s only right
That you step and keep boppin’ til this shit unfamiliar
If you main line got time then I be drillin’ her
I keep you in my realm I keep you in the sound
I keep myself up high because the haze by the pound
And my imagination you can look all over the nation
And the girls gon twerk it
Cause the vibe is poppin’
As well as the bottle
Keep it rockin’ don’t stop em
At the Motel-8
We can park out front
Yeah the flow is unleaded
You sucka niggas will front
Yeah cause I’m super-cudder-realistic-leaner-ali-docius
And rap ferocious I been coaching the league
I bobble head the public if you love it M dub it
Blood sweat and tears homie im made of it

[Hook: KiD CuDi]
Salutations to all you can call me Cudi
Or Mr. Extravagant cause I’m gettin’ my money
Way my doors are swayin’ its like a bird on wheels
You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels
Yeah I see you with that
But you should be on this
It’s that Henney and Cocoa-Cola
Come over and sit
Won’t you tell me your name
Tell me where you be at
I know you know that them hot
But I don’t wana hear that

[Verse 3: Childish Gambino]
Different color, my passport, Instagram my stack load
Hashtag my day wear and your girl drink my day care
And I’m born rich, life ain’t fair (silver spoon coon, ho)
Ain’t nobody sicker and my Fisker, “vroom, vroom,” ho
Ain’t nobody—
Fiskers don’t make noise when they start up…
Just so you know
Top of the Hold ’em totem, rich forever
A million was not the quota
My father owned half the MoMA and did it with no diploma
Year off, got no rules, tripping off of them toadstools
More green than my Whole Foods
And I’m too fly: Jeff Goldblum
Got a glass house in the Palisades, that a-k-a
White hood, white hood, (okay-kay-kay)
Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA
So Maserati, you whipping a Kia
Spending this money, it’s longer than Nia
Live like a Coppola, me and Sofia
Waking up broke, man, wouldn’t wanna be ya
Friends with the dope man, help a nigga re-up
Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her
“Err-eh-err-eh”: onomatopoeia
Oh, I got my cool on! (Tailormade!)
I’m winning so they had to dump the Gatorade
And I don’t give a fuck about my family name

[Hook: KiD CuDi]
Salutations to all you can call me Cudi
Or Mr. Extravagant cause I’m gettin’ my money
Way my doors are swayin’ its like a bird on wheels
You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels
Yeah I see you with that
But you should be on this
It’s that Henney and Cocoa-Cola
Come over and sit
Won’t you tell me your name
Tell me where you be at
I know you know that them hot
But I don’t wana hear that

[Verse 4: KiD CuDi]
You see I aim for a check before
I aim for sex
Niggas aim for death
They tryin’ to fuck with the blessed
Ain’t no fuckin’ with amateurs
Run past the novas
Sip hella lean
And see who talks the slowest

[Hook: KiD CuDi]
Salutations to all you can call me Cudi
Or Mr. Extravagant cause I’m gettin’ my money
Way my doors are swayin’ its like a bird on wheels
You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels

[Outro]
(footsteps, crashing waves, then a car drives away)

Childish Gambino – Crashing Waves Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 27, 2016

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked
Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok
Got her hair done, French braids now she A$AP
Bino so insensitive, she asking, “Why you say that?!”
I’m chillin’, real nigga feeling
Rich kid, asshole: paint me as a villain
Still spitting that cash flow: DJ Khaled
I got a penthouse on both coasts: pH balance
Real nigga, I rep those, why though? Cause I said so
Hip deep in the Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds
I got more tail than that PetCo
You faker than some Sweet’N Low
Yeah, you got some silverware
But really are you eating though?
Are you eating though? Nigga, are you eating though?
Breakfast, lunch and dinner’s for beginners
You ain’t even know—
Never catching cases, why they faces look so E-M-O?
Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano
My architect know Japanese, yo’ girl, she jocking these
No hands like soccer teams and y’all fuck boys like Socrates
You niggas ain’t copping these, niggas ain’t looking like me
Nah, I ain’t checking I.D. but I bounce ’em with no problem
Tell ’em, Problem (Problem!)

[Hook: KiD CuDi]
Salutations to all you can call me Cudi
Or Mr. Extravagant cause I’m gettin’ my money
Way my doors are swayin’ its like a bird on wheels
You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels
Yeah I see you with that
But you should be on this
It’s that Henney and Cocoa-Cola
Come over and sit
Won’t you tell me your name
Tell me where you be at
I know you know that them hot
But I don’t wana hear that
[Verse 2: KiD CuDi]
Yep yep, you got it, right
Now don’t get left get on your good foot it’s only right
That you step and keep boppin’ til this shit unfamiliar
If you main line got time then I be drillin’ her
I keep you in my realm I keep you in the sound
I keep myself up high because the haze by the pound
And my imagination you can look all over the nation
And the girls gon twerk it
Cause the vibe is poppin’
As well as the bottle
Keep it rockin’ don’t stop em
At the Motel-8
We can park out front
Yeah the flow is unleaded
You sucka niggas will front
Yeah cause I’m super-cudder-realistic-leaner-ali-docius
And rap ferocious I been coaching the league
I bobble head the public if you love it M dub it
Blood sweat and tears homie im made of it

[Hook: KiD CuDi]
Salutations to all you can call me Cudi
Or Mr. Extravagant cause I’m gettin’ my money
Way my doors are swayin’ its like a bird on wheels
You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels
Yeah I see you with that
But you should be on this
It’s that Henney and Cocoa-Cola
Come over and sit
Won’t you tell me your name
Tell me where you be at
I know you know that them hot
But I don’t wana hear that

[Verse 3: Childish Gambino]
Different color, my passport, Instagram my stack load
Hashtag my day wear and your girl drink my day care
And I’m born rich, life ain’t fair (silver spoon coon, ho)
Ain’t nobody sicker and my Fisker, “vroom, vroom,” ho
Ain’t nobody—
Fiskers don’t make noise when they start up…
Just so you know
Top of the Hold ’em totem, rich forever
A million was not the quota
My father owned half the MoMA and did it with no diploma
Year off, got no rules, tripping off of them toadstools
More green than my Whole Foods
And I’m too fly: Jeff Goldblum
Got a glass house in the Palisades, that a-k-a
White hood, white hood, (okay-kay-kay)
Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA
So Maserati, you whipping a Kia
Spending this money, it’s longer than Nia
Live like a Coppola, me and Sofia
Waking up broke, man, wouldn’t wanna be ya
Friends with the dope man, help a nigga re-up
Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her
“Err-eh-err-eh”: onomatopoeia
Oh, I got my cool on! (Tailormade!)
I’m winning so they had to dump the Gatorade
And I don’t give a fuck about my family name

[Hook: KiD CuDi]
Salutations to all you can call me Cudi
Or Mr. Extravagant cause I’m gettin’ my money
Way my doors are swayin’ its like a bird on wheels
You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels
Yeah I see you with that
But you should be on this
It’s that Henney and Cocoa-Cola
Come over and sit
Won’t you tell me your name
Tell me where you be at
I know you know that them hot
But I don’t wana hear that

[Verse 4: KiD CuDi]
You see I aim for a check before
I aim for sex
Niggas aim for death
They tryin’ to fuck with the blessed
Ain’t no fuckin’ with amateurs
Run past the novas
Sip hella lean
And see who talks the slowest

[Hook: KiD CuDi]
Salutations to all you can call me Cudi
Or Mr. Extravagant cause I’m gettin’ my money
Way my doors are swayin’ its like a bird on wheels
You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels

[Outro]
(footsteps, crashing waves, then a car drives away)