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Lyrics

Superbee – Bust Down AP Lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date March 3, 2020

[Intro]
Look at my bust down AP, AP
[Chorus]
Diamonds on my wrist, bust down 나의 왼손
장난 안 쳐 난, drip이 흘러, 마치 계곡
I got hella guap, 그런데도 벌어 계속
내 손목을 보면 새끼들은 우울해져
Look at my bust down AP
Look at my bust down AP
Look at my bust down AP
Get money, no stress, no pills
[Verse 1]
Diamonds on my wrist, bust down 나의 왼손
몰래 club 간 니 여자처럼 걍 존나 dance, yeah (dance)
지갑을 놓고 갔어 갤러리아에서 (shit, shIt)
난 계산했어 시계에 박힌 다이아 떼서 (시발)
I don’t f**k with Swarovski (no Swarovski)
친구 안 해 Datejust 36mm (no Datejust)
외제차를 탔어 3년 전에 이미 (my foreign whip)
너흰 모두 나의 과거형들이지
Audemars on my wrist, 어른들 말
안 듣고도 여기까지, 바닥에서 꼭대기 있었지 오르막
얼음 시계 찬 멋쟁이, 보석을 박아대, bust down (ice)
니 돈으로 못 사는 걸 너무 쉽게 해내 이 머스마 (let’s go)
[Chorus]
Diamonds on my wrist, bust down 나의 왼손
장난 안 쳐 난, drip이 흘러, 마치 계곡
I got hella guap, 그런데도 벌어 계속
내 손목을 보면 새끼들은 우울해져
Look at my bust down AP
Look at my bust down AP
Look at my bust down AP
Get money, no stress, no pills
[Verse 2]
Audemars, yeah, all of my bandz
안 입어 Ksubi, 걸쳐 Prada pants (Prada pants)
이 놈에 새끼들 돈 얘기는 못 믿어, 구라 같애, yeah
니 사장이 돈 제대로 안 준다는 건 나도 아네 (bitch)
목걸이 자랑 좀 하지 마, 그거 만든 jeweler 병신이니까
나 혼자 외롭게 빛나지, 넘 많은 가짜 새끼들의 cubic drown
난 누구 밑에 안 들어가
Level도 아닐 뿐더러 now I am the boss
Z4, Unedu도 bust it down, Insta posting bomb
어린놈이 손목 위엔 AP
너네 기분을 잡치게 하려 한 건 아냐, sorry (sorry)
Hood Baby turnt Yng & Rich shit
난 돈을 쌓아 올려 기절할 정도로 많이 (let’s go)
[Chorus]
Diamonds on my wrist, bust down 나의 왼손
장난 안 쳐 난, drip이 흘러, 마치 계곡
I got hella guap, 그런데도 벌어 계속
내 손목을 보면 새끼들은 우울해져
Look at my bust down AP
Look at my bust down AP
Look at my bust down AP
Get money, no stress, no pills

Tags AP, Hood Baby, Yng Rich

Lyrics

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – King Of My City Lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date February 1, 2020

nigga
Hit ’em up, man down, nigga
Send a nigga on a motherf**king mission
It’s f**ked up, yeah I know they gone miss him
I am not with it, yeah
Try to play with me you might end up missing
VVSs Elliot, not Missy
Sorry miss, these Elliot VVSs
Long johns on just for the Crips
Long johns on Crip we’re tuckin’
If you gotta pay the bills f**k it
West side nigga
From the Bronx, yeah
Throw it up like LeBron, yeah
30 rounds on 100 and friends
All my guys came with the shits
And then we might get to bussin’, yeah
If I like your necklace, yeah
Those guys might take off your necklace
f**k a fight I aim with the Tekken
Those guys might want you to check in
[Chorus]
I’m from the Bronx, not Benny (yeah)
I swear I don’t even know why I did it
AP cost a hunnid and fifty
(I be feeling like I’m drowning with it)
He be trying to ride the wave
You should be afraid that you don’t drown in it
I be feeling like the king of my city
From the Bronx, not Benny Yeah, yeah
500K that’s just on the Richie
My nigga you don’t wanna play with my city
Niggas die everyday in my city
Whole lotta young, wild niggas
He be trying to ride the wave
You should be afraid that you might drown in it
I be feeling like the king of my city
And every nigga with me wearing Amiri [Intro]
Yeah
[Chorus]
I’m from the Bronx, not Benny
I swear I don’t even know why I did it
AP cost a hunnid and fifty
I be feeling like I’m drowning with it (Drowning with it)
(He be trying to ride the wave
You should be afraid that you don’t drown in it
I be feeling like the king of my city
From the Bronx, not Benny yeah, yeah)
500K that’s just on the Richie
My nigga you don’t wanna play with my city
Niggas die everyday in my city
Whole lotta young, wild niggas
(He be trying to ride the wave
You should be afraid that you might drown in it)
I be feeling like the king of my city
And every nigga with me wearing Amiri
[Verse]
Headshot like POW! nigga
Headshot like pow nigga
Hit him twice make sure you don’t miss him
Them bullets in this pistol look like a missile
Headshot like POW!

Tags Amiri Headshot, AP, Benny Yeah, Missy Sorry

Lyrics

Tee Grizzley – Red Light Lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date January 18, 2020

[Intro]
Ha, ha
Ha, ha
Hitboy on the beat so bitch you gotta go berserk
[Verse]
Ha ha, I just popped in (Popped in)
Me and bro don’t talk everyday but we locked in (Yeah we know dat)
Ayy, don’t ask me about no niggas you don’t see me with (f**k ’em)
She like “Did you see Power?” ion watch TV bitch
Don’t know me from a can of paint, but she do know that this bread right
I ain’t f**k yo bitch but I do know what that head like
We got a problem whatchu said like (What?)
Green light I got a 40 with a red light
Blick with the beam, bape, drip with supreme
Big stick, in my jeans, you can’t get in between
My circle, is too tight, AP look like moonlight
f**k niggas, we can’t unite
Want smoke? We’ll come tonight
OG’s like [?] young niggas [?]
Uncle smoking crack, granny alcoholic (Alcoholic)
I got rich, and cleaned them up, yeah now we popping (Yeah I got ’em)
They respect me in my hood so they acknowledge
I ain’t playing [?] shit, I ain’t modest (Modest)
Foreign spyder and that coupe, I think she Scottish
Give me smarts, give me brain, give me knowledge
Made me cum in less than 20, go to college
Yeah I got it
We gon rock out (Yeah)
In Miami rolling loud, I got that Glock out (Graah!)
If I wasn’t at home before 10, I got locked out (God damn)
College had so many hoes, I dropped out
Really coulda beat my case, I hate I copped out (f**k)
If I was there she [?] cause I hate I hopped out (The f**k)
They take a pic outside and leave, these niggas nod out (Niggas hoes)
[Outro]
[?] better not let me find out (Find out)
Hey, hey, let me find out (Better not)
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Better not let me find out (Find out)
Hey, hey, let me find out (Find out)
Don’t let me find out (Better not)
Don’t let me find out
Better not let me find out (Graah!)
Green light I got a 40 with a red light (Red light)
Red light (Red light, red light)
Got a 40 with a red light (Red light)

Tags AP, Graah Green, Modest Foreign, Scottish Give

Lyrics

Yak Gotti – First Day Out Lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date January 16, 2020

Ooh, get in there, ooh, yeah
Get in there, get in there, ooh, yeah
Okay, ooh, yeah, yeah
Get in there, ooh, yeah, yeah
It’s my first day out, yeah
It’s my, it’s my first day out [Intro: Yak Gotti & Juice WRLD]
Yeah (Slatt)
(Yak Gotti)
I ain’t never goin’ back and forth with this shit
Slatt life
Southside on the track
[Verse 1]
I got the stick in the coat
Wipin’ you, wipin’ your nose
I got the game in the yo
Let that boy slide when we, uh (Slime)
I got the stick in the coat
I got the yo (Woo)
Put back this shit in the yo (Slatt)
[Chorus]
If you reading this, it’s too late
First day out, went and bought me a Drac’
I’m not concerned with nothin’ they talkin’ ’bout
I’m just concerned with stuffin’ the safe
Sippin’ the ‘yac in the back of the ‘Lac
Don’t make me spill my drank, I’m feelin’ like Pinky
Death in a Newport, these niggas, they too short
I step on they ass just like some ashes
[Refrain]
I ain’t got that motherf**kin’ Wraith yet (It’s my first day out)
I ain’t went and cashed in at the bank yet (It’s my first day out)
I ain’t bought the house with the lake yet (It’s my first day out)
I ain’t never copped her nothin’
[Verse 2]
f**k a safe, I need the vault
These niggas, they rappin’ ’bout what they ain’t bought
They say Richard Mille, don’t know what it cost
Don’t speak on that shit, that there shit would be flaw
But I’ma get it, I know the limit
The hoopty, I pimped that bitch out like it’s hemi
First day out, my grave still diggin’
My dick is still in this and I’m on a mission
AP or Rollie, don’t know yet (Don’t know)
Retired, I’m ballin’ like Kobe (I’m gone)
I’m ridin’ on the E-way in the big body
I don’t even know where I’m goin’ (Where I’m goin’)
She tryna f**k me on some more shit (Hold up)
I’m countin’ this paper, stay focused
She ask me why I’m countin’ the same paper
I tell her I’m tryna stay focused
MACs out, no halfway house
Found a way in, no halfway out
Lil’ hops, they fly Clearport, yeah, that what that shit ’bout
This for them bitches that counted me out (I’m countin’)
Count it up again ’cause you f**ked up the count (I’m countin’)
This for them bitches that counted me out (I’m countin’)
I was just havin’ to stay for the count (I’m countin’)
[Refrain]
I ain’t got that motherf**kin’ Wraith yet (It’s my first day out)
I ain’t got that house with the lake yet (It’s my first day out)
I ain’t went and cashed in at the bank yet (It’s my first day out)
I ain’t went and overload the safe yet
[Verse 3]
The bad bitches callin’ each other
I’m all in the mall with my brothers (Okay)
She say she wan’ eat me like supper (What else?)
I just counted two hundred large (Two hundred)
I’m thinkin’ ’bout coppin’ vehicle (Okay)
I’m thinkin’ ’bout coppin’ vehicle (Okay)
[Chorus]
If you reading this, it’s too late
First day out, went and bought me a Drac’
I’m not concerned with nothin’ they talkin’ ’bout
I’m just concerned with stuffin’ my safe
Sippin’ that ‘yac in the back of the ‘Lac
Don’t make me spill my drank, I’m feelin’ like Pinky
Death in my Newport, these niggas, they too short
I step on they ass just like some ashes (Slatt)
[Post-Chorus]
Dora the Explorer say, “Swiper, no swipin’” (Dora)
Dora the slime say, “Gotti, just slime ’em”
Ridin’ in a ‘Rari, got Dolly beside me
Ridin’ in the Explorer, had Dolly beside me
Dora the Explorer say, “Swiper, no swipin’”
Dora the slime say, “Gotti, just slime ’em”
Ridin’ in a ‘Rari, got Dolly beside me
Ridin’ in the Explorer, had Dolly beside me
[Outro]
It’s my first day out, yeah
It’s my first day out, yeah
It’s my first day out, yeah
It’s my first day out
It’s my
It’s my first day out, yeah
It’s my first day out
Y’all know y’all done f**ked up, right?

Tags AP, Dora Dora, Lac Don, Richard Mille

Lyrics

Juice WRLD – Sexual Healing Lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date January 11, 2020

I can’t do it on my own
Give him 6 out the Glizzy like Drake with his woes
Codeine stains on my clothes, I’m a dope fiend
Don’t let anybody know about me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, perc 30 nose bleeds, lean with it
Choppa on me make him take off, track team
She tell me I’m a jerk, I tell her I ain’t that mean
She told me that she love me, I don’t know what that mean
I’m too busy off oxy, baby, I’m scratching
[Outro]
I told her I need sexual healing (Ya dig?)
20 years old ran up the millions (Ya dig?)
20 years old havin’ oxycodone nasal drip
Say she taste it when we kiss
She ain’t like the others, she the one that taught me how to sniff Play this song
[Intro]
Damn, damn, damn, damn
I told her I need that sexual healing
I don’t want no nothing oh-
Ya dig, triple 9 on my wrist
With the AP tint
[Chorus]
I told her I need sexual healing (Ya dig?)
20 years old ran up the millions (Ya dig?)
20 years old havin’ oxycodone nasal drip
Say she taste it when we kiss
She ain’t like the others, she the one that taught me how to sniff
Kinda like your mother, probably cause she older than a kid
Give her that hard, hard, like I dropped a boulder in that bitch
She left her ex-box, he was try’na control her with the shit
I wonder why-y
[Verse 1]
Like, is that nigga a cop? (Uh huh)
I pull up on his block, got my hand on my Glock
You run up get popped (Uh huh)
I done ran up the bands, straight to the top so I can’t stop (Uh huh)
I ball they watch (Uh huh)
Audemar on the clock (Uh huh)
Put the dick in the Glock (Uh huh)
I remember selling rocks (Uh huh)
So the lights stay on I hit (?) when I shop (Uh huh)
I fuck her so good that she can’t speak, no she can’t talk (Uh huh)
All she says, beat the pussy up ’til it’s dead (Uh huh)
Box like Mayweather but the match is in-between her legs (Uh huh)
[Chorus]
I told her I need sexual healing (Ya dig?)
20 years old ran up the millions (Ya dig?)
20 years old havin’ oxycodone nasal drip
Say she taste it when we kiss
She ain’t like the others, she the one that taught me how to sniff
Kinda like your mother, probably cause she older than a kid
Give her that hard, hard, like I dropped a boulder in that bitch
She left her ex-box, he was try’na control her with the shit
I wonder why-y
[Verse 2]
All her old niggas hoes (Uh huh)
That’s for sure, shorty gonna touch her toes (Uh huh)
For my bros, for my bros, for my bros (Uh)
Shorty where’d you go?

Tags AP, Glock Uh, Uh Shorty

Lyrics

Moneybagg Yo – Match My Fly Lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date January 10, 2020

(Huh?)
Starin’ at you, daydreamin’ ’bout hittin’ it from the back (Uh, uh)
Ain’t no way we can fuck off without no strings attached (We can’t)
Let me prove the past don’t matter, we can start from scratch (Uh)
No lie (Lie), look how you complement me, girl
You matchin’ my fly (Fly)
You remind me of my stepper, ’cause I know you gon’ slide (Slide)
Your body like a Percocet, it give me a high
Just keep matchin’ my fly (Uh) ‘Cause right now she look perfect” (All the way)
Shit together, she look worth it (Worth it)
And her bag, yeah, a Birkin (Birkin)
Never seen her out in person (Why?)
She low-key, close curtain (Hey)
I’m so on go with what we doin’, ain’t no stoppin’ (No)
You’d think we been knowin’ each other, the way we rockin’ (Locked in)
I’m not gon’ play that shit ’bout you, just know I’m steppin’ (What’s up?)
Before you ever was my bitch, you was my best friend
Federal, we locked in (In)
I know your purse say D and G, holdin’ my FN (Bah)
It ain’t no you or me ’cause we is what I’m reppin’ (Us)
Tell me your problems from the top floor of the Westin (Up)
To have a real bitch is a blessin’ (Uh)
[Chorus]
If I say you look fuckable, how would you react? Play this song
[Intro]
That D.T.B., shout
You inspired this
And I got you, pinky promise (So, yeah)
[Chorus]
If I say you look fuckable, how would you react? (Huh?)
Starin’ at you, daydreamin’ ’bout hittin’ it from the back (Uh, uh)
Ain’t no way we can fuck off without no strings attached (We can’t)
Let me prove the past don’t matter, we can start from scratch (Uh)
No lie (Lie), look how you complement me, girl
You matchin’ my fly (Fly)
You remind me of my stepper, ’cause I know you gon’ slide (Slide)
Your body like a Percocet, it give me a high
Just keep matchin’ my fly (Go)
[Verse 1]
One day I was lurkin’ on IG, thirsty, full of the purple (Full of the ‘maz)
Thought to myself, “What’s wrong with her? (She don’t need no nigga really)
Count money and talk shit (You can get it with me)
Ride for your nigga like you ride dick (Uh, uh)
Beyonce in public, RiRi in private (Ha)
[Chorus]
If I say you look fuckable, how would you react? (Huh?)
Starin’ at you, daydreamin’ ’bout hittin’ it from the back (Uh, uh)
Ain’t no way we can fuck off without no strings attached (We can’t)
Let me prove the past don’t matter, we can start from scratch (Uh)
No lie (Lie), look how you complement me, girl
You matchin’ my fly (Fly)
You remind me of my stepper, ’cause I know you gon’ slide (Slide)
Your body like a Percocet, it give me a high
Just keep matchin’ my fly (Uh)
[Verse 2]
You match my fly, this ain’t no competition (‘Cause we is the same)
My Rollie hittin’ while your AP glistenin’ (Buss down, diamonds plain)
I thought I had it all, but you was missin’ (Question, where you was at?)
I see a future with you, baby, we can go the distance (Go)
Poppin’ out (Poppin’ out), showin’ out (Showin’ out)
Good dick got you glowin’ now (Uh)
They gon’ talk, but you ain’t gotta listen (Nope)
Just don’t let your friends blow it now (Haha)
We crossed that line, it ain’t no turnin’ back (Point of no return)
I think I love you like I love them racks (Love you like my money, yeah)
(For real) Yeah, who don’t want a boss bitch?

Tags AP, Go One, Uh Cause, Us Tell

Lyrics

Lil Tjay – Top of My Game Lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date October 12, 2019

Play this song
[Intro]
Woah, woah
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh
[Verse 1]
They tried to tell me I wouldn’t be shit
Family doubted, I couldn’t believe
I had to focus and better myself
Fightin’ anxiety, smokin’ these trees
I got caught up tryna run up a juug
Locked me up, felt like I’m never gon’ leave
Life is so rough, you ain’t show me no love
Time to be selfish and focus on me
Niggas tried tell me I wasn’t gon’ win
They tried to knock me up off of my grind
Ain’t motivated, then get out my face
Negative energy, left it behind
I made a promise, my niggas gon’ ball
Judges can’t hold me to finish this time
Gotta stay toe, we ain’t never gon’ fold
Smelly ain’t here, but for him we gon’ shine
[Chorus]
Still play the block, it ain’t changed
I’m just tryna help the guys and maintain
How the fuck you tryna prove somethin’ to me? You ain’t even at the top of your game
How you got them niggas rockin’ your chain? No way
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play (Games we play)
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way
[Verse 3]
Mama know that I’m a bright kid, only eighteen
Always knew that I would get here, had a bright dream
Now I’m headed to the top now, me and my team
We’re no longer on the block now movin’ ice cream
Feedin’ into the bullshit, I gotta stop that
And I can’t fuck a bitch if her shit is not fat
And I’m cruisin’ through my city, finna push the top back
And AMIRI on my waist, so I keep the strap back
You don’t really want smoke
[Chorus]
Still play the block, it ain’t changed
I’m just tryna help the guys and maintain
How the fuck you tryna prove somethin’ to me? 22, the sound pop in your brain (No, no, no-no)
Last nigga tried to snake me dead
On God, I ain’t finna play with no lame
[Refrain]
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? You ain’t even at the top of your game (No, no, no-no)
How you got them niggas rockin’ your chain? No way (No, no, no, no)
[Outro]
No, no, no-no
No, no, no-no
No, no, no-no No way
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play (Games we play)
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? 22, the sound pop in your brain
Last nigga tried to snake me dead
On God, I ain’t finna play with no lame
[Verse 2]
Hop in the foreign, switch lanes
AP, no Jane, bro made a hundred off ‘caine
VVS diamonds, my chains
Everything changed, lifestyle just won’t be the same
Mama know this year my time
Low on my mind, I can’t let up off the grind
I won’t leave no one behind
We finna shine, listen, just give me some time
[Refrain]
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play
All the pain we done been through
Will I change?

Tags AP, VVS

Lyrics

Roy Woods – Bubbly Lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date September 20, 2019

You fuckin’ up the club every weekend
Got a few hoes, got a few drinks
Situations in your head you be paintin’
‘Cause now you start to feel the drugs you been taking
You took so much to get high, it don’t make sense (It don’t make sense)
I know you wanna ease your mind, have some patience
[Chorus]
See you shinin’ on your own, fuckin’ up the club
Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time you, fuckin’ up the club
Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
We poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah
[Verse 2]
You wanna party like it’s Mardi Gras
Go live a life you never had before (Yeah)
Girl, come and fuck me off the Adderall (Off the Addy’)
We can involved (We can get it)
No you ain’t gotta go (No)
We just tryna leave the party for another one (Yeah, yeah)
So you can keep on poppin’ bottles till it’s sun up
Was tired of the scene and now I’m better now
Smoking medical, things just turn around
Baby if you wanna come and take a ride with me
Come and slide with me, get high with me, it’s alright
Baby, baby, it’s alright
With the gang, it’s alright
Baby if you wanna get high with me, slide with me
Goin’ on a drive with me, it’s alright
Baby, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
[Chorus]
See you shining on your own, fucking up the club
Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time, you fuckin’ up the club
Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
You poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah
See you shining on your own, fucking up the club
Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time, you fuckin’ up the club
Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
We poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah
[Outro]
Poppin’ bottles of bubbly
Poppin’ bottles of bubbly
Poppin’ bottles of bubbly
Up the club To brand new seas and bikinis all on the coast
Whatcha’ thinkin’? Play this song
[Chorus]
See you shinin’ on your own, fuckin’ up the club
Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time, you fuckin’ up the club
Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
We poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah
[Verse 1]
To my left I got a foreign (Foreign ting)
And on my right I got a lil’ brown thing (Oh yeah)
They go on like they honest (Go on like they honest)
But always find out things that you ain’t tellin’ me
Fuck all that, let’s go ride out of town in a Ghost (In a Ghost)
Just left the club for the AP and I’m the host (And I’m the host)
Do you want Tequila or Chardonnay for the toast? Whatcha’ thinkin’?

Tags AP, Heard Summer, Mardi Gras Go, Yeah Girl

Lyrics

Rich the Kid – Wrong Thing Lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date March 24, 2019
No Comments on Rich the Kid – Wrong Thing Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Run that money counter, baby
Ayy, who the fuck is Narquise?

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
Bet I press the button and it start up (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Niggas, they be cappin’, they can’t flex like us (Cap)
Pull out the Bentley, brought the Porsche out (What?)
Your bitch, she ugly, my bitch iced up (Hold up, hold up, ice, ice, yeah)
I could teach you lil’ niggas how to make a mil’ (Make a mil’)
All my niggas rich, but why they trappin’ still? (Why they trappin’ still?)
Boy, you still broke, you signed the wrong deal (Signed the wrong deal)
I might just start trippin’, took the wrong pill
Bitch, you ain’t a boss, you just a worker (You just a worker)
Ain’t nothing but bosses in my circle (In my circle)
You niggas talkin’ like them hoes do (Like them hoes do)
The AP, it got dancers (Rich)

[Verse 2: NAV]
Copped the Lambo, it’s a truck (Vroom)
Poured a quarter million dollars in my gut (In my gut)
She got real hair, fake ass, I’m tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
She want the Brown Boy ’cause I run it up (Run it up)
I might cop a Richard worth a milli’
Some people in my city wanna kill me (Kill me)
My shooter got a forty and it’s filthy (Filthy)
And he gon’ hold the charge if he guilty (Guilty)
Countin’ money, don’t you ever count me out (Yeah)
I could get you pure cocaine in a drought (In a drought)
Smokin’ gas, propane in my mouth (In my mouth)
Talkin’ facts, I’ll take racks over clout (I’ll take racks)

Tags AP, Brown Boy, Rolls Royce

Lyrics

Rich the Kid – Racks Out Lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date March 22, 2019
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[Intro]
TheLabCook

[Chorus]
Niggas lyin’ ’bout they flexing, I done did that (I done did that)
Niggas showin’ off, it’s cute, now where your bitch at? (Where your bitch?)
I been chasin’ after that check, now I can’t miss that (I can’t miss that)
Why you cappin’? signed 360 on your contract (Woo, woo, woo)
Nigga, racks out (Racks out), ass out (Ass out)
If the pussy good, she at the penthouse (At the penthouse)
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out (I done cashed out)
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 1]
Blew a mil’, I done did that (I done did that)
Put my wrist up in the freezer like an ice pack (Ice, ice, ice)
He got two hundred thousand for that contract (For that contract)
Now that nigga broke, like where your funds at? (What, what?)
In that pussy, got her drippin’ (Got her drippin’)
She had to leave, he was slippin’ (He was slippin’)
I done broke my wrist in the kitchen (In the kitchen)
I don’t trust a bitch that say she different (Lil’ bitch)
She puttin’ gas in my Wraith (In my Wraith)
Yeah the money hide in safe (Hide in safe)
I can’t trust ’em ’cause they fake
Fucked a bitch to get the cake (Get the cake)
Chase the money, on a race (On a race)
Don’t put that pussy in my face (What?)

[Verse 2]
Throw a quarter-mil, you can’t do it (Yeah, yeah)
Why you cappin’? AP fake, I ain’t stupid (Stupid)
I just wanna get that money, put my team on (My team on)
Cuban link on me, it’s an ice cup (Ice, ice, ice)
Bet she want a purse match her brown hair (Brown hair)
But she trippin’, ain’t no fuckin’ trickin’ ’round here (‘Round here)
Niggas switch up when they make it (When they make it)
I had the chance, I had to take it (Woo)
Stay back, your money way flat (Money way flat)
I’m the fuckin’ CEO, how you gon’ top that? (How you gon’ top that?)
Off-White with the Gucci, where the mop at? (Mop at?)
Make her bust it open, then I send her right back (Rich)

Tags AP, CEO

Lyrics

NAV – Snap Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
You found out your girlfriend is a thot-ho (Thot, thot)
I found out my penthouse on the top floor (On the top)
Still the same person, I just shop more (I’m the same)
Elliante diamonds, we don’t shop gold
These rappers say they real, but they not, though (Not, though)
They say they got VV’s but they not, though (Not, though)
How you say you ballin’ with no guap, though? (Broke)
Seven people sleepin’ at your spot, though (What you mean?)
When you goin’ up they suck your dick for clout (Suck it-suck it)
When you goin’ down they quick to throw you out
Change my number, I don’t wanna hang out (Fuck ’em all)
Catch me by myself with all my chains out

[Chorus]
The shit they cap about, we don’t even snap (Cap)
Bentley Mulsannes, Maybachs back-to-back (Skrrt-skrrt)
Brand new AP and the diamonds (Yes) came attached (Bling)
Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap
The shit they cap about, we don’t even snap (Cap)
They dream girl callin’ me and I ain’t callin’ back (Click)
They ain’t got no money, probably worth a hundred, flat
Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap

[Verse 2]
Misleading all the kids, they sellin’ dreams
They ain’t even got a crib but they got Amiri jeans
They ain’t did the shit they said, ain’t what it seems
Don’t believe nothing they say, that watch don’t cost a hundred G’s (Yeah)
I could lose her ten times, still get my bitch back (Get her back)
Flooded out Phillipe, feel like I got my wrist back (Wrist back)
Used to wear Supreme, now it’s designer mismatch (Yup)
Women-sized Balencis, didn’t think I could fit that
Lord, forgive me for my sins, if they catch me then I’m done
When you come from where I’m from, always gotta keep a gun (Yeah)
Only brown boy in the game, watch me ball with no assists
Got a Bimmer on my wrist, spent a iPad on my kicks

[Chorus]
The shit they cap about, we don’t even snap (Cap)
Bentley, Mulsannes, Maybachs back-to-back (Skrrt-skrrt)
Brand new AP and the diamonds (Yes) came attached (Bling)
Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap
The shit they cap about, we don’t even snap (Cap)
They dream girl callin’ me and I ain’t callin’ back (Click)
They ain’t got no money, probably worth a hundred, flat
Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap

[Outro]
They abusing, no cap
Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap (No cap)
They ain’t got no money, probably worth a hundred, flat (Hundred flat, flat)
Plenty moves made, Maybachs back-to-back
They dream girl callin’ and-
No cap
No cap
No cap

Tags AP, Bentley Mulsannes, VV, Women-sized Balencis

Lyrics

2 Chainz – Statute of Limitations Lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date March 1, 2019
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[Intro: 2 Chainz & Lil Yachty]
Statute of limitations
30, you a motherfuckin’ fool, nigga
I ain’t made a play since 2011
Can I talk my shit now?
Gotta talk my shit
I put in the work (Yeah)
Talk my shit

[Verse 1]
McDaniel Street, I had a bag full of bombs (Bombs)
South Side nigga, I used to serve Lil Jon (Jon)
On Godby Road I shot dice with Troup (Troup)
Hit the D mall and then I served Big Unk (Unk)
Anytime 50 came to town I served Buck (Buck)
Anytime the Sixers played the Hawks I seen Chuck (Chuck)
Had a half a ticket ‘fore I met with Def Jam
Ask Chris and 20 who was the X-Man
No Wolverine here
Collect the hundred dollar bills like a souveneir
Carbon 15 hit me, Jeezy want a zip
And Weezy gon’ buy everything except a brick
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip, uh
You ain’t runnin’ shit

[Chorus]
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Water)
If I take a selfie then it’s a wealthy (Rich)
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete (Tru)
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Splashin’)
If they don’t like me then they respect me

[Verse 2]
You won’t meet a girl that say that she left me
I left her on the left knee soon as she effed me
Testing, testing, God gon’ protect me
Went to Pristine, IV gon’ protect me
Ask Steph Jack about the pack
Used to meet Raekwon on the Nat’
Used to meet most of my plays on the Nat’
I told Ross to pull around to the back, uh

[Outro]
Mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh
Mmh, mmh mmh
Have the legal petrol now, though
You dig?
87, 89, and 93
Gas

Tags AP, Ask Chris, Ask Steph Jack, South Side

Lyrics

Derez De’Shon – Need Sum Mo Lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date December 15, 2018
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[Intro: Derez De’Shon]
Swear it seem like yesterday
I was eatin’ ramen noodles off a plastic plate
I was really, but anyway
Judge just gave my brother Dreek 5 years today
Hurt to see his teared-up face
‘Cause I gotta feel it play
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Derez De’Shon]
Derez De’Shon
I was cursed and I was gifted at the same time
I was hurt and I was injured but I stayed down
Fourth quarter, two minutes, I can’t waste time
Niggas dyin’ before 2040, my white lie
‘Cause I gotta be here for my son and daughters
Don’t ever want them to go through what I been through, hard times that scarred me
Reminiscing when times was harder
We ain’t have no light in the ‘partments
Just a baby, was boilin’ water
Long as the kids ate, I was fine with starvin’
Do you know the feeling when your mama askin’ you to help with the bills?
But you can’t help for real
But you still get what you give
I got partners locked up doin’ bids
Some doin’ life and some got a few years
Can’t go to visit, it hurt just to see ’em
I’ll do all I can ’til they free ’em

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Derez De’Shon]
Damn, the streets need me (Me)
My son need me more (More)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (I ain’t have no other choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (I need some more)
I need some more, yeah (I need some more, yeah)
I said the streets need me (They need me)
My son need me more (Me more)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (No choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (More)
I need some more, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I got my money the harder way
Baby mama tryna take my lil’ boy away
Man, you know what it was when you went this way
I got too many problems, I’m savin’ face
I got too many lawyers for random cases
I’m addicted to lean, I been buyin’ cases
I been goin’ too hard, got these niggas hatin’
Bought a brand new AP, got a friend wan’ date me
I keep fuckin’ with her, I guess I can’t shake it
I’ll be goddamn wildin’ when these niggas take me
Keep it real even though I know they was fakin’
Hold they nuts on me, they didn’t want me to make it
Keep them young niggas with me, they still be takin’
Thankin’ God that he bettered my situation
I can’t wait to pull up and see nigga’s faces
I can’t go back to the basics

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Derez De’Shon]
The streets need me (Me)
My son need me more (More)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (I ain’t have no other choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (I need some more)
I need some more, yeah (I need some more, yeah)
I said the streets need me (They need me)
My son need me more (Me more)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (No choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (More)
I need some more, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Said the streets need me
Said the streets need me
From the bottom, we was poor, I need some more
I need some more, yeah
I said the streets need me
Said the streets need me
Top, bottom, we was poor
I need some more, yeah, yeah

Tags AP, Derez De Shon, Thankin God

Lyrics

Meek Mill – Pay You Back Lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date December 1, 2018
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[Intro: Meek Mill & Future]
Yeah, ooh
(Wheezy outta here)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Play I’ll put them demons on yo’ ass, huh
I got too much problems, don’t make me mad, huh (Don’t make me mad)
I’m too rich to send a hit, you better be glad, huh (Better be glad)
Deep down in them trenches, started up in extensions, (No)
Touch down in the clipboard, now we back in business (Business)
Pull up in my hood, these niggas be actin’ different (For what?)
They gon’ keep it cool ’cause we’ll rat them niggas
Huh, livin’ to die, nigga we dyin’ to live (Dyin’ to live)
Had to sacrifice my life just for my mom and kids (Mom and kids)
Beefin’ with some real killers, they at my momma crib
Turn me to a monster, gotta show you niggas what time it is, huh
I got a rush, now none of these niggas wanna hit me up (Boom boom boom)
I was taught to kill a real killer, and it’ll get you loved (Get you loved)
Fast game a nigga thirty years and he stuck (And he stuck)
Still prayin’ he don’t get me up, huh

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh (Straight up)
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back) (21, 21)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Get you what?)
We ain’t ever fittin’ with no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (21, 21)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I can’t lie, I feel like John Wick with a stick (Straight up)
Bought a trap phone just to greenlight hit (Straight up)
All that talkin’ make that chopper give you lip filler (21)
I come from the six, where they kill killers (Straight up)
This AK got so many bodies I call it Charles Manson (Straight up)
We was tryna find a lick, y’all niggas was somewhere dancing (Bitch)
Them young niggas still had respect when they was broke, huh (God)
The whole city know that 21 gang got smoke, some
If you want a wack, it’s gon’ cost ten nickels (Fifty)
Bring a hundred racks, it could get done quicker (Quickie)
Desert Eagle bullets same size as a pickle (Straight up)
We could lie to opps and then we fuck all they sisters (On god)
All the guns I own got hollow tips in ’em (Straight up)
Nigga pick a side and you gon’ die in the middle (Lil’ bitch)
Dreamchaser shoot ’em wit’ the 38 through the pillow
Wish I rapped in the 90’s ’cause this 2k shit full of weirdos (Weirdos)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Wet)
We ain’t ever fittin’ with no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back, huh

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I’m like free all my young niggas that’s incarcerated (Free ’em)
See 20 mil by 32, I feel obligated (Yeah)
I say nigga don’t want no smoke, you ain’t no carburetor (Brr)
Try to kill me, I come right back, Arnold Schwarzenegger (Ha)
AP terminator (Terminator), gon’ make me burn a hater (Burn a hater)
No bitch shitted on me back then, I had to return the favor (Whoo)
I feel first night, I ain’t hit her back, and I don’t wanna fight
You can get it back, I ain’t beatin’ ’bout no dog hoe
Can’t find a bitch like Waldo
‘Cause she was tryna buy the bitch all though
Nigga this that Chanel money
This that so much work, if you get coach, you better not tell money
This that out yo’ league, I smell like Creed while buying smell money
Fly them bells in, right to your doorstep, that’s Mel money
Young bull did his first hit and he turnt up, huh
If gettin’ money was a sin nigga, I’d be burnt up, huh
If you know a nigga from back then, oh I was fucked up, huh
Get to playin’ fingers and they swingin’ through like a nunchuck (Gang)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh (Boom boom boom)
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Wet)
We ain’t ever fittin’ no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back, ho

Tags AP, Charles Manson Straight, Desert Eagle, John Wick

Lyrics

Young Thug – All My T-Shirt Designer (Sing to Ya) Lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date November 27, 2018
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[Intro]
Hey
I done sold all these (???)
Boss talk, with the family you know what i’m saying, ya dig
Wheezy beatz
Hey

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I poured up a four then I spiked it with a Xan now my day real slow (yeah)
Imma go big, lit, jump off it, do it slow motion
Imma go put a nigga on to the drip, gone give em’ a potion (gone give em’ a potion)
Baby speed up, can you re-up re-up
I don’t give a fuck about your past
I give you what you want just ask
Start from the front to the back
(???)
Imma spaz on her man
Imma spaz on this (???)
Fucking spaz on his mom and dad, stiff a nigga I know you love that
I turn your rocks into sand
Your named engraved it on the plane
Delta and private ain’t the same
It’s about time for your upgrade
When I give you this name
I hope you don’t change
She looked at me and replied
She said man you know i’m with the Slimes!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? Hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
Tell me ridin round for a nigga, tell niggas time to side for a nigga, aye
(???) that’s my little ride little nigga
We goin get it on outside little nigga
Bullets flying through the ride little nigga, aye
Overnight, (???) imma get it alright little nigga
It’ll be alright little nigga
All this lean got me drippin
(???) got me drippin, (???) got get it
Me and Young Thug, Birdman came through go get em’
All my niggas getting to the money, came back
Never fuck with you, (???) fuck with you
Rich man fuck with you, we goin chill on the paper and go get it
Double cup with two lean in the cup it’s triple, you be toting that shit and ain’t rolling with niggas
I got money, me nigga roll with a niggas, big beam and can’t keep control of it nigga

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? Hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Holler at your (???)
Go and tell your crew the plug
Go brazy massacre, then that lifestyle gonna boot up
Make me make a bad pull up
I’ll make a Jag pull up
Big booty imma jack uh-uh, but
If she ain’t fucking, let her cab pull up
Bout five niggas, (???)
You fuck niggas after me
The rats was chasing and they captured me
Rich school, i’m a graduate
All my old hoes harassing me, all these po-pos harassing me
How am I supposed to feel bad when every time I do it man they raid that
My paper say i’m claustrophobic, they still put me in the paddy-wagon
They wonder why we capping back at them
I fell i’m now i’m right back at it
These diamonds got these bitches staring at it
These diamonds got these niggas plotting on it
But how you gonna take something from (???), plus this blood money

[Chorus 2: Desiigner and Young Thug]
Tell me ridin round for a nigga, tell niggas time to side for a nigga, aye
(???) that’s my little ride little nigga
We goin get it on outside little nigga
Bullets flying through the ride little nigga, aye
Overnight, (???) imma get it alright little nigga
It’ll be alright little nigga
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

Tags AP, Young Thug

Lyrics

Tee Grizzley – Mr. Grizzley Lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date November 10, 2018
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[Intro]
My chain cost the same way I keep it, that’s 100
Got about five chains, nothin’ but half a ticket
Hahaha

[Verse 1]
Huh, black Lamb with the black seats (Lambo)
Give her back shots ’til her back weak (Uh)
Huh, six figures when they tax me
Know some street niggas makin’ M’s livin tax-free (My niggas)
Look, your bitch called but her bag cheap (Haha)
Huh, and we don’t want the load ‘less the bag cheap (Cheap)
Hit the dope then exhale like a spreadsheet
Hundred racks last week, that wasn’t even a fast week (Slow)
Tell that bitch I’m tryin’ to wake up to the neck (Neck)
I don’t go to sleep in Nike, but I wake up to a check (Check)
Fuck a bitch, bust on her face, jump on a jet
Block her number, now her theme song Drake, “I’m Upset” (I’m Upset)

[Chorus]
Bust a Rolly down just to boast (Boast)
AP or the Patek, I don’t know (I don’t know)
I’ma Warren Buff- and do the most
And this bitch so wet, it’s like I threw her off the boat (Talk to ’em)
Lotta dirty money needs soap (Yeah)
If I text she might screenshot posts (Yeah)
This a tennis chain, not a rope
Broke up with your nigga, good move, he a joke (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I heard she don’t answer DMs (Oh yeah?)
I’ma still shoot my shot like “What’s the deal?” (What up?)
Ass so pretty, don’t matter if it’s real (Nah)
No competition, she know she badder than them (I got)
Six incomes, stay afloat (Yeah)
Couple Adderall, stay awoke (Yeah)
Instagram whore, I made her ride on this dick
She a cool little bitch, we caught a vibe at the Ritz (At the Ritz)
All these niggas wanna add they two cents (What?)
Little money never told big money shit
Trap nigga with a label, come sign for a brick
I can start a campfire ’cause I’m ridin’ with them sticks, plus I

Tags AP, Couple Adderall

Lyrics

Tee Grizzley – Bitches On Bitches Lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date November 10, 2018
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[Intro: Lil Pump]
Yeah, bitches on bitches
Ooh, bitches on bitches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump
Ooh, bitches on bitches, ooh, ooh
Ooh, J Gramm

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
My bitch thick with a bag (Thick)
My bitch rich with a ass (Thick)
Lame niggas don’t get to grab (Lame ass)
Fuck niggas don’t get to smash (Fuck nigga)
Weak hoes don’t get a pass (At all)
Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks)
Niggas stay in her DM’s (DM’s)
Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched)
In the streets, on the net, I’m trending (I’m trending)
Ride in the Ghost with all bitches (Skrrt)
Niggas layin’ in your bushes, they blend in (Killers)
Fuck a bitch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, slut)
She slurp me up, but I ain’t lick her (At all)
Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did)
If you not gon’ rain in them clubs (Them clubs)
You don’t deserve to see the strippers

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Thirties on thirties (Ooh)
Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh)
I don’t stress hoes, left her waitin’ in the lobby (Nope)
Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh)
Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh)
Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow)
Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn)
Got my auntie cookin’ up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh)
Whip it up, Lil Pump, fuck it up, count it up (Brrt)
Pull up in a ‘Rari, take a shit on your Acura (Ooh)
Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?)
And the fake followers you got, it ain’t adding up (No)
Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder)
Bring a bitch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh)
I don’t even care, bitch, I’m rich, it don’t matter (No)
You got a bad bitch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh)

Tags AP, DM, Lil Pump, Santa Monica Huh

Lyrics

NAV – Know Me Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Balenci (hmm), shoe size on my toe
They know me (hmm), everywhere I go
Codeine (hmm), double cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast
Elliot lit my wrist up
Diamond rings cover my fist up
After she suck my dick (what), she get kicked out, get kicked up
I ain’t cuffing that bitch (no), that ain’t on my agenda
Met that bitch in LA, but I fucked her in Atlanta
30 pointers in my chain, going fast in my own lane
Like Gunna, I drip insane
Make a smart girl give me brain
Let the perkys kill my pain
Break a hundred, tell her keep the change
Now the Gucci store know my name
Hottest brown boy in the game

[Chorus]
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin’, VVs hit like this, bing
I just wanna fuck, no kissin’, peasant bitches can’t kiss kings
(Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Yeah) Might’ve fucked that bitch, but she ain’t my ting ting
Let that bitch sneak her snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin’
(Yeah, bling bling) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Yeah, ching ching) Might’ve fucked that bitch, but she ain’t my ting ting

[Verse 2]
I’m TT (hmm), rolling up the dope
Bad bitch freaky (hmm), grab the bitch by her throat
Ice my pinky, AP flooded I need a boat
Get shot like Ricky (hmm), taking a brown boy for a joke
Gucci stripes all on me, cost me 80 for one sock
First time I tried to cook it, lost my RILP inside the pot
See 12 and I always book it, had a dream I was in a cell
380 racks can book me, you know all my tickets gon sell

[Chorus]
Balenci (hmm), shoe size on my toe
They know me (hmm), everywhere I go
Codeine (hmm), double cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin’, VVs hit like this, bing
I just wanna fuck, no kissin’, peasant bitches can’t kiss kings
(Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Yeah) Might’ve fucked that bitch, but she ain’t my ting ting
Let that bitch sneak her snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin’
(Yeah, bling bling) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Yeah, ching ching) Might’ve fucked that bitch, but she ain’t my ting ting

Tags AP, LA, RILP, TT

Lyrics

Sheck Wes – Wanted Lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date October 5, 2018
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[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Mudboy!
Bitch!
Mudboy!
Bitch!
(One, two)

[Verse 1]
Where’s the, where’s the… gas, gas?
Roll it up, puff-puff, pass-pass
Never too many, grab bags
Too many hoes with fat ass
Hole in the back of your head like a snapback
It ain’t no scheme when you tryna get the scouts back (Bitch)
Too many funny, shit like “Nigga, where the scouts at?” (Where?)
I like bad hoes (Bitch), they like me back (Yeah)
I got mad hoes (Yeah), gotta subtract (I got hoes)
Nigga ain’t tried me so don’t watch that (I got hoes)
‘Til a nigga try me, don’t watch that (No)
I ain’t Dej Loaf (Try me), nigga try that (Try me)
Get toe-tagged (Bitch), get body-bagged (Try me)
Cause we gon’ turn up, and leave the boy sad
‘Cause in the fucking world, this shit gets so mad
But it’s a grimy world, we was ’bout that (‘Bout that)
If i’s a grimy world, then niggas bout that
Bitch!
I mean, that’s what it is, niggas
Bitch!

[Chorus]
‘Cause on 14th Street, I was wanted (Wanted)
34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
116th, I was wanted (Yeah)
It’s a grimy world (Bitch) ’cause niggas on shit (Yeah)
116th, I was wanted (Wanted)
34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
14th street, I was wanted (Bitch)
If it’s a grimy world (Bitch), then niggas ’bout shit (Uh)

[Verse 2]
Sheck Wes the hottest in the country (Uh)
Pull up on you blowin’ straight funky (Funky)
Lil Jon, how I get crunky (Yeah)
She on that posion (Uh), gettin’ drunk, yeah
Like I got asthma, can never leave the pump, yeah
‘Cause it’s a grimy world (Huh), ’cause niggas want want shit (want shit)
They’ll suffocate ya, like so quick
But this shit in my nature, I grew up too quick
I used to take the train to act a ass in public (Public)
And now my fuckin’ bae still act a ass in public (Yeah)
Lust boys, 30-plus, you should rush it
Run up in the spot, and go dummy (Uh)
Where we from, they don’t give, so we don’t got shit (Got shit)
They leave us young niggas with no options (No options)
They leave us young niggas with the robbin’ (Robbin’)
But I was Robin Hood (Hood), when I was robbin’ (Givin’)
Free my brother, AP, went down for the plottin’ (Bitch!)
Free my nigga, Mike, he went down for the plottin’ (Bitch)
Where we from, they don’t give, so we don’t got shit (Bitch)
‘Cause it’s a grimy world, and niggas ’bout shit (‘Bout shit)

[Chorus]
I said on 14th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
116th, I was wanted (Bitch)
If it’s a grimy world (Bitch), then niggas ’bout shit (Yeah)
59th street, I was wanted (Woo!)
Lustboys, nigga, we was wanted (Uh-uh)
Lustboys stay fucking wanted (Uh)
‘Cause we was young niggas (Bitch) that never had shit (Broke boys)
Gas, gas
‘Cause we was young niggas that never had shit (Broke boys)
Gas, gas
(With my, with my)
Bitch!
Gas, gas
(With my, with my, with my, with my)
Bitch, bitch
Immigrants, nigga
(Broke boys)
Bitch! Bitch!

Tags AP, Dej Loaf Try, Lil Jon, Sheck Wes

Lyrics

Tee Grizzley – Tee Grizzley x Offset x London Lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date July 1, 2018
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[Intro]
We got London On Da Track

[Hook: Tee Grizzley]
Them niggas driving slow, jump in a new lane (get over bro)
This a Bentayga not a Mulsane (the Bentley)
No rachet bitches, [??], this my new gang (don’t talk)
Blew a nigga life savings on this coupe, damn
Get her back to the crib, she gon’ open up (she open)
That bitch told you she don’t smoke, she right here rolling up (we [??])
She suck me off before we left, she ain’t hold me up (no cap)
Since I already came, you can’t go with us

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
Smoking up [??], lungs open up
Jumping in that pussy like it’s double dutch (ugh)
Drop a trace of [??] in my double cup (double cup)
Hit it with the fork, I beat it upper cut
[??] burn up on they knees (woo)
Frost up in my AP, double it up with Patek Phillipe (Phillipe)
Murder while he sleep like Freddy Kruger, Elm Street (arrgh)
Hundreds like I’m neat (neat)
Fuck ’em by the three (three)
Pockets on Monique (Monique)
We got stripes like referees (stripes)
Shawty so petitie but suck the dick just like a leech (woo)
Moonwalk on the bitch like Billie Jean, she [??] my feet (woo)
My drip is [??] hundreds what I seek
Perfect physique, I tape a brick off to your cheek (brick)
Trapping out the bando, we got blow just like a leaf (blow)
Chopper get to eating, biting, we gon’ have a feast (argh)
Golden ticket, [??] speak unless it’s brief

Tags AP, Billie Jean, Elm Street, Freddy Kruger

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Rich The Kid – Can’t Afford It lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date June 6, 2018
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[Intro: Rich The Kid]
You know what I’m saying, I know they doubted me
Counted me out, you know what I’m saying
Bossed up, real CEO though, read about it

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Suicide doors, go up (skrrt)
They ain’t wanna see me blow up (what)
Huh, from the Mazi to the Bentley trucks (Bentley trucks)
Off-White with the Gucci, I might switch it up (yeah, yeah)
Came up off a sill, sign my deal in the same week (huh)
Put my wrist on chill, AP real, that sh*t ain’t cheap
Amiri, my jeans fit a hundred thousand
I’m the sh*t, like a toilet, why you flexing you can’t afford it (huh)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Huh, I know I’m winning but they doubted me (doubted me)
Niggas thought that I was playing, I’m the prodigy (what)
Diamonds cooler than a cooler, shout out to my jeweler (ice, ice)
If I want that n*gger sooner, put her in a Uber
I had ran up a sack, f*ck a contract
Cookie pack, anthrax, catch a contact
Rich forever I’m the CEO
50,000 just in Barneys, I got plenty more
Picking bitches out a magazine
AP or the new Philippe (ice, ice)
New Givenchy on my feet
I got three million haters you can take a seat

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Pusha-T ]
Suicide doors, go up (skrrt)
They ain’t wanna see me blow up (what)
Huh, from the Mazi to the Bentley trucks (ooh)
Off-White with the Gucci, I might switch it up (yeah, yeah)
King Push
Came up off a sill, sign my deal in the same week (huh)
Baby, your self-esteem cannot be this low
Put my wrist on chill, AP real, that sh*t ain’t cheap
Why is you f*ckin’ this man?
Amiri, my jeans fit a hundred thousand
You know he can’t afford it
I’m the sh*t, like a toilet, why you flexing you can’t afford it

[Verse 2: Pusha-T]
He can’t afford you, baby, just abort it (kill a baby)
That 488 just got ordered
Facetiming from the flight I just boarded (right)
I’ll have my travel agent get you sorted
Nowadays you impressed by so little
I look at your top 5, niggas is so middle
The rhymes don’t even riddle
The diamonds in your Rollies don’t skittle
I see no rainbows
All you lame-os
I just changed clothes
The peacoat is Marni, you thinking Armani
This sh*t is from Jeffrey’s, that sh*t is from Barney’s (ooh)
You should have Zoe Costello to applaud me
Or impede

Tags AP, CEO, King Push, Zoe Costello

Lyrics

HUNCHO JACK, Travis Scott & Quavo – Moon Rock lyrics

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Post date May 29, 2018
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[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Been poppin’
Foldin’ this money, can’t make a knot, how not?
High on moon rock, jaw still locked
After 12 we hit the gate and flood the spot
Six of them are thots

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
No lights, this ice, it blinds
Closet the mall, we buy whole thing
Big gas, it’s lit, propane
One hit, one touch, La Flame
Know that you niggas never liked me
Know that you niggas sit beside me tryna slide on my sidepiece
Tint all through the whip, I hope it can hide me
Tip all of the bitches, I don’t want no funny business, don’t want them to try me
They wanna slide in my IV
Ran 12 red lights, 12 behind me
Paparazzi flashes wanna deprive me
Hypnotized, I cannot let it blindside me, no
I’ma live and die by my Migos
Why I’m startin’ to dance, what in the hell did you hand me?
Took all of my niggas off Xans, put all of my bitches on Plan B

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Been poppin’
Foldin’ this money, can’t make a knot, how not?
High on moon rock, jaw still locked
After 12, we hit the gate and flood the spot
Six of them are thots

[Verse 2: Quavo]
6 AM these thots (thots), 6 AM my watch (watch)
She got that red dot (woo), kick her out the spot (gone)
I pay my bills in cash, cash, cash, cash, cash (cash)
Run it up, you do the math, math, math, math, math (run it)
Nawfside, have them Migos serve you slabs, slabs (brrr)
Runnin’ to that money, you can see it in my calves
Huncho, Huncho Jack, we get that pack then hire staff (Huncho)
You want your bitch, can’t get her back, oh yeah, it made me laugh (yeah)
I’ve been geeked all week (geeked), pourin’ drank to sleep (yeah)
AP wet, it leak (AP), Huncho don’t need keys (Huncho)
Press one button, they bleed (blood), ain’t no dodgin’ me (nope)
Ain’t no flaugin’ me (nope), you owe, pay your fees (ho)
I was taught to break it down and serve ’em all (serve ’em all)
Now I’m fishtailin’ out the mall (skrrt skrrt)
Heard we got that bag, so tell ’em all (tell ’em all)
Oh yeah, tell ’em all

Tags AP, Huncho Jack, La Flame

Lyrics

Belly – Maintain lyrics

(feat. NAV)

[Intro]
Oh, you think you’re fancy now? That uh, what is that on your wrist there, uh? That a Rolex?
(Git, git, git, git, git, git)

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Verse 1: Belly]
Look, we out there livin’ with the same pain
My dogs bleed from the same veins
Don’t come around if you can’t hang
I’m everything that you lames ain’t
A little change can’t change me, 20 years with the same gang
20 years, no off days, no days off, and I maintain
Ballin’ crazy with the hang time (swish, swish), same time
Way back before Maybachs (skrrt, skrrt), I swear I always had the same drive (woo)
Pumpin’ stuck off the mud, bucks pour up by the landslide
You ain’t fly, you on standby, I got something that you can’t buy
My older brother, call him rider man, my little brother had the vitamins
My baby brother, he been spazzin’ lately
My mama happy, she been laughin’ lately
First class, two tones, my queen need two thrones
Almost wound up in a group home, who’s this? New phone

[Verse 2: NAV]
Hey, look, AP, bust down Rollie, plain jane
Me and Belly, XO, same team, same gang (woah)
Let my nuts and my chain hang (woah)
In the Mulsanne havin’ mood swings
30 millimeters ain’t nothing, watch how my wrist and my neck bling
Stackin’ up, countin’ my blessings
Wedding bands ain’t got no wedding (Woah, yeah)
I just spent a cool 60 on my wristwear (yeah)
Man, I want 10 plain janes, wanna be like Ric Flair (woo)
My blood diamonds cost me blood and sweat and tears (woo)
Now my mind and all my stones are crystal clear (yeah)
Fake watch busters, ain’t never bustin’ me (nope)
Everyone of my jewelers get paid, they trust in me (yeah)
Took a lean nap, had a dream ’bout a custom piece
I hit up Elliot, he said that he gon’ get it done for me

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
(same thing)
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
(same thing)

[Outro: Belly]
Look, yeah, yeah

Tags AP, Ric Flair, XO

Lyrics

NAV – Champion lyrics

(feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Ballin’ like I’m in the NBA
No, these racks cannot see TSA
They found me, now I have to relocate

[Chorus: Travis Scott & NAV]
Finna take off on spaceship (spaceship)
Dodgin’ these hoes like Matrix (Matrix)
Ain’t fuckin’ her unless she nameless
‘Cause the last two was too famous
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Smash out
I call my ho and then I smash out
I brought my bros, let’s get this cash out
I in my mind drop the bag off (bag off)
I’m going top [?] ain’t no back off
Just bought a new crib of what was [?]
I drip my cup, I make it mad tall, mad tall
None of these hoes is basic, yeah
Grease stuck in my teeth like braces, yeah
VVSs, don’t need Lasik, yeah
Iced-out crosses, freezing Satan, yeah

[Verse 2: NAV]
Fucked a famous girl to “Mask Off” (Molly, percocet)
Pop a bean an’ let the bags talk
Bought ten bottles on a last call (last call)
Flew a basic girl out from Alaska
Illegal alien inside my spaceship
Toosies on my shoosies, not no eight six
Get out my face, my pockets full of faces
Bust down gold AP, that’s not no stainless (yahh)
My Rollie told me what the day is
I like her ’cause she basic, she got braces
Her followers 100k, then she too famous
If she got a thousand, might make her my main bitch, yeah

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Ballin’ like I’m in the NBA
No, these rats cannot see TSA
They found me, now I have to relocate

Tags AP, Mask Off Molly, NBA, TSA

Lyrics

Migos – Stir Fry lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof)
Trap nigga with the chickens like Popeye’s (Popeye’s)
Money changin’ colors like tie-dye (tie-dye)
I’m just tryna get it, I ain’t tryna die (no)
She got a big ol’ onion booty, make the world cry (cry)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
Hold them bands down (hey), hold your mans down (hey)
Who told you come around? (Who?), this that trap sound (trap)
Designer, clothes (clothes), fashion, shows (shows)
Trap, house (house), made of, gold (gold)
Control the bag now (control it) no need to brag now (no need)
Ayy, put the mask down (mask), we livin’ fast now (fast)
Finest, hoes (finest), wrist, froze (hoes)
We can, go (we can), coast to, coast (coast)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Keep watchin’ me whip up
Still be real and famouuuuus, yeah
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (woo, woo, woo, wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset! Gon’ whip it, intermission, let the birds fly (brrr)
I get money, tunnel vision through my third eye (money)
In that skillet, watch me flip it like it’s Five Guys (flip it)
Look at my pilgrim, check out the ceilin’, look at the blue sky (skrrt)
Icy Patek, check, yeah, boogers, they sit on my neck (ice)
I don’t regret shit, yeah, I’m paid and I don’t got a debt (hah)
You crawl ‘fore you walk, you can ball every week
For my dogs ‘hind the wall, we gon’ ball when you free (ball)
Stop watchin’ me, democracy, you wanna copy me (you watchin’)
Life’s Monopoly, go cop me some land and some property (property)
AP, Rolls (Rolls), pink diamonds, whoa (whoa)
Whip up the soda, diamonds off the Royce (hey)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Keep watchin’ me whip up
Still be real and famouuuuus, yeah
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
In the kitchen, curry chicken, call it stir fry
Takeoff, I’m the bird keeper, let the birds fly
Why you tryna take my prize? You a dead guy
Of course, I gotta keep a watch out through my bird eye
No casket, drop dead fresh and I got dead guys
Don’t discriminate, ball players come in all sizes
Finger roll, post move or the pick and roll
They mad the way we win, they think we used a cheat code
Why you keep lookin’ at me?
I feel like niggas got static, it must be the Patek
Pockets blue cheese, I’m in the kitchen

[Chorus: Quavo]
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
Keep watchin’ me whip up
Still be real and famouuuuus, yeah
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (wroof)

[produced by: Pharrell Williams]

Tags AP, Five Guys, Icy Patek, Offset Gon

Lyrics

Tee Grizzley – Time (feat. Jeezy) lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date May 14, 2018
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[Intro: Jeezy]
Tee, what’s happening homie?
Oh it’s on
Its yo time my nigga
See this a fucked up game right here my nigga like
They ain’t kicking this shit how we kicking this shit man
You talking for the people, you talking for us nigga
I understand yo struggle nigga, cause yo struggles just like mine
I wanna see you on top nigga, all the way on top nigga
ChopsquadDJ on the beat so its a bang

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
See I know a whole lot about a little bit
Ain’t bout to get me big mad about some lil shit
I came from white squares, scorpions in the middle bitch
White drop top horses in the middle bitch
See fuck pussy niggas they been in some luxury
No more nightmares or DEA custody
Throw them handcuffs on me, drag me out my bed
Nigga playing with my paper I’ma give him lead
You ever catch a nigga with it, bitch I’m going fed
22 summers straight, bitch I’m getting bread
Bottom of the pyrex, spread it like some butter
28, I made twins, now he got a brother
Do it for my mother, my lil sister do
My nephews and my niece, without me, what they gon’ do?
Rest in peace to Mad Lou, she ain’t see me shine
This a pressure bust pipes, well it made a diamond
New diamond in the AP, perfect timing
Really came from the bottom, yeah I must remind em’
Big flakes in the bricks, yeah I’m tryna blind em’
Where the billion dollars at? Shit I’m tryna find it
Was a hood nigga, now I’m a good nigga
When I walk up in the bank, they say he good nigga
Can’t figure me out, misunderstood nigga
I made a mill on Madden Ave, thats on the hood nigga

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Time (it’s your time)
Nigga, it’s your time (know it’s your time)
Waste it, you can’t get it back
My nigga it’s your time (What you gon do with that?)
You can’t waste no time (you can’t get it back)
You can’t waste no time
You can’t waste no time

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
All them bags, I saw everybody else get it (never had it)
Hood trophies, I saw everybody else with it
When I finally got my shine, niggas felt it (oh they felt it)
Got yo bitch in the Benz, pussy melt (pussy drip)
Hold up, spread that money out, we can’t be selfish (let’s get to it)
Playing like spades, get a nigga and his partner dealt with
They said we only fucked up once, Tee left us on stuck (left us hanging)
How many chances niggas want?
You niggas grown as fuck (god damn)
We gon’ be forever straight with god, we gon’ forever live
Niggas had what I had, but I did shit they never did
White on white AP gon’ make that bitch fuck, while she celibate
Draco will go through an elephant and kill whatever’s hit
Niggas that was up ain’t come around the hood (they was out the way)
Got rich young, retire early, got your timing good (thank you lord)
Older niggas told me get it and stay out the hood (what)
But I chose to motivate the streets and push Bentleys around the hood

Tags AP, DEA, Mad Lou, Madden Ave

Lyrics

Tee Grizzley – Don’t Even Trip (feat. Moneybagg Yo) lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date May 14, 2018
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[Intro]
ChopsquadDJ on the beat so it’s a banger

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
All bark no bite, that’s what these niggas is, hol’ up
Put my whole neck on ice, that’s what my jeweler did
Bust down pour, bust down beer, all of my charms
Patek on my left, AP on my right, all on my arms
Miami too hot, tell her plug in the Boca Raton
Just got off parole, I hit the dope once, I choked up a lung
Take a nigga bitch, get deep in (deep in)
Instagram hoes wanna meet him
If she ain’t talkin’ ’bout eatin’ him (bitch eat it)
Leave that bitch in the DM
Just had a meeting with Diddy (Diddy), Durky a took me to Izzy
I go to sleep in Y3 (sleep), used to mix Nike with Dickeys
Came a long way from my city (Detroit), I made it outta them trenches (them trenches)
Used to wear my uncle’s hoodies and fitteds, even though I couldn’t fit em’
Now I’m makin’ moves, daily with the Glock out, lookin’ for niggas, they not out
I’m killin’ them niggas, they pop out, big chop stick get knocked down

[Bridge: Tee Grizzley]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flick, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
My ice like Klondike (What the hoe doin’?), got your bitch shiverin’
AP that’s a suicide slush (all flavors), wet floor, slippery
I got the bag like Migos and Gucci (I get the bag)
She rock a bag Emilio Pucci (Pucci)
Don’t even trip, you know where she at
I just want the top, I uber her back
This big ol’ clip in the way of my drip
Diamonds they hard, I busted my lip
If I feel disrespected, this draco gon’ rip
I got the foreigns and guns like TIP
Ye, two hunnid grand (what it do?), broke my rubber band (What else?)
Half a ticket cash, it won’t fold won’t bend (what my wrist cost)
Two shows, one night, that’s a eighty piece (yeah right)
Four sprites, two pints, I pour eight a piece
Strapped up to the teeth, my enemies prayin’ for peace
My grill lookin’ busy, and you know I’m from Memphis I’m fuckin’ with Grizzley

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip when you see how that water be dripping all over the Prezzy (splash, splash)
Wait, let me talk to the ladies, gotta put this in perspective
Don’t fuck with me if you expectin’ for me to keep callin’ and textin’
Fuck her then go for her bestie, got that bitch callin’ me messy
Necklace, heavy, pointers, carats
She seen it, starin’, got caught, embarrassed
Location, send it, go get her, mansion
No panties, erection, naked, hol’ up, catch it
Slide the Wraith up and down the lines when the sun outside
When I’m in your town I need 40 thousand just to come outside
Neck gon’ glow, wrist gon’ dance, two hunnid bands, what’s my advance
I blew that shit in a month and a half, made it right back and I blew it again
If I want to I can do it again, run up on me, I’ma shoot at his head
Shoot at his face, I got that drake, beat my case, free Tay-K
Me and Lil D, body the beast, MAC in the cut, put you to sleep
Think shit, sweet, you gon’ bleed, bitch don’t even trip

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

Tags AP, Boca Raton, Miami, Tee Grizzley Don

Lyrics

Tee Grizzley – 2 Vaults (feat. Lil Yachty) lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date May 14, 2018
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[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Young Thug]
We got London on da Track
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I need two vaults with the two cars
What that coupe cost? Get that tool off
What your jewels cost? What that coupe cost?
I need two vaults, I’m the new Hulk

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk (nah)
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off (brrrah!)
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off (drip)
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk (brrrah!)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Hit your bitch and give her back, now she yours again (she yours)
Back to back in them Ferraris, we stay horseplayin’ (skrrt)
Run up on us and the morgue gon’ have corpses in
Harvard student doin’ my taxes, I got dork friends
I put rings on them hundreds, bitch, I married them (bitch, I married them)
You see my niggas, money and ice everywhere on them (that shit everywhere)
And we fuck each other’s hoes ’cause we don’t cherish them (that’s a fact)
But we gon’ leak out that info, we can’t embarrass them (we got y’all covered)
Can’t leave the country, but I got my beat from London (got my beat from London)
These niggas talk but see me out and ain’t on nothin’ (ain’t on shit)
I’m in the stu, I need a Perc’, go get the runner
You got shooters, I got hunters, you got twenties, I got hundreds, nigga

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk (nah)
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off (brr, brr!)
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off (cold)
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Wire 200 to Izzy, get my ice here (overnight)
These niggas plastic, y’all as real as Buzz Lightyear
Nigga say he got that dope, then what the price is? (What the price is?)
I don’t drink, but it’s for sale, we got pints in (we got pints in)
We got Tech in (we got Tech), we got Act’ in (we got Act’)
.45 bullets jammed in that MAC-10 (brr, brr!)
They don’t check none of the artists, so I’m packin’ (so I’m packin’)
It’s a problem, then you’ll see me get crackin’ (shoot somethin’)
Addy 212, bitch, what’s brackin’ (what’s good?)
I might be in the Escalade but I ain’t lackin’ (know it’s on me)
Put that bag on you, act like I don’t know what happened (damn, straight up)
I hear the story, be like, “Damn, that was tragic” (That’s fucked up)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk (nah)
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off (brr, brr!)
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off (cold)
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk (brrrah!)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, Lil Boat, ayy
I’m still under 21, so I can’t cop a pistol (yeah)
But them choppas in my name and they can’t wait to hit you (pew, pew, pew)
Crib came with a court and some league officials (yeah)
Carrot cake around my neck, VS1 the crystals
Extended magazines (zine), chauffeured limosines (zine)
Before I dropped out, I fucked the daughter of the dean (I did)
65 thousand dollars in a nigga’s jeans (who)
Ball like Sefolosha (yeah), skrrt the Testarossa (yeah)
Nigga all about the guap like a stock broker (yeah)
Brother with me and he shootin’, no damn focus (pew, pew, pew, brr)
Every bitch I ever fucked with was mad older (for real)
Had to keep this shit player like the OG Yoda (gang)
Lil Boat

Tags AP, Lil Boat, Lil Yachty, Tee Grizzley

Lyrics

Playboi Carti – FlatBed Freestyle Lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date May 12, 2018
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[Intro]
Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
Pussy man I smoke that organic
Fendi down I’m smoking organic

[Verse]
Effin and I’m smoking organic
She menaging, need some more breath
I got smoke all in the air
Fuck this up and you get left
(Fuck it up and air it out!)
AP on my fucking left
Stack it up right on the shelf
Yo bitch look for me in ya
I got drip all in this walk
I got cash, I let it walk
I’ma do this by myself
On the jet by by myself
I touchdown and shoot the gas tank
I touchdown and get my fingers wet
My bitch giving G.O.A.T. head
Riding ’round on mopeds
My bitch off the percocets
Pop that bean and count them deads
Yeah she suck me I can’t feel my legs
My bih yucky, she don’t use no hands
Dancefloor wit the diamonds dancing
Dancefloor wit the diamonds dancing
That where you can’t buy them bags
In LA I smoke that gas
In LA in link with slatt
Them bitch we keep, she gave it back
I fuck that bitch and gave her back
I nut on her, she make me ‘lax
That gun on me I cannot lack
Your bitch right, she got it clapped
Looking dap boy, young gone get clapped
I took that lil boy right off the map
We killed that boy right here, right in the trap
I am on lean, I fucked around and relapsed
I fucked that bih, he running round in laps
You touchdown in my city, you better tap
That bitch right here, she know she gotta tap
I seen that bitch runnin’ round in Nudy cat
That bitch with me and now she on that pack
Im in south side, and I’m weighin’ the crack
I’m in south side, yeah, and I got the gat
I’m in south side, and I hang with blatt
I’m in south side, yeah, yeah, yea,h yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint
One more pint, one more pint
One more pint, one more pint
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint

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Lyrics

Tee Grizzley – Jettski Grizzley (feat. Lil Pump) lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date May 11, 2018
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[Intro]
Ooh, Eskeetit!
Helluva made this beat, baby
Eskeetit!

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot (we gon’ shoot)
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley & Lil Pump]
If I catch an opp in traffic he gon catch the K
Hope he know that when I shoot I’m tryna catch his face (oh)
Called my plug like which bag I’m bout to catch today (oh)
I got 200 on that rolls, you can’t catch the wraith (Esketit!)
I’m in love with my bitch ass cheeks (oh)
Told her hold my lap was her assigned seat (yeah)
He gon’ choke her out if he found out I had her choking (wow)
And my watch mil’, you a drone, my AP the ocean (oh)

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Esketit!
Please don’t call me Pump my name Jetski (Jetski)
Million dollars cash, just laying in the bedsheets
All your jewelry fake, boy, that shit don’t impress me (nope)
Got a AP, sip lean don’t drink candy (oh)
Tag team a bitch pass her to the bro (ohh)
Ex-bitch a hoe I had to let her go (let her go)
Had her suck my dick for a line of coke (oh)
Spent 20 thousand on a rain coat (huh)

[Verse 3: Lil Pump]
She looked at my wrist, she had a heart attack
Bitch you in ya house, shakin’ shit just like a runnin’ back
Gave your bitch good dick, had her doing jumpin’ jack
2 mill, 8 mill, man I want it all cash
20 on my gucci fit (ohh), yeah I got a thick bitch
All you niggas counterfeit
Spanish hoe she with the shits
I put 10 bricks on a Lyft (ohh)
Too much hoes I cannot pick
Don’t know which one I should hit (ohh)

[Verse 4: Tee Grizzley]
I might fly the jet to Waikiki (G5)
3500 for the sweater cuz it’s GG (gucci!)
Hit her in the shower, made that bitch do the mini-me
Me and Jetski dripping on a bitch, neck on fiji (water)
Watch really hittin’, ain’t no funny camera tricks (ain’t no app)
Gettin’ chewed up by my lil’ hispanic bitch (como estas)
No you can’t spend the night
Don’t bring your pajamas bitch
And whoever don’t like it suck my dick with extra spit, bitch (Booah)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot (booah)
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot (we gon’ shoot)
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)

Tags AP, Fiji, GG, Lil Pump