Dolce Gabbana | azlyrics.net.ru Lyrics

[Intro]
Aight, so like
A wise man told me
Like, that motherfuckin’ Belaire
It’ll sneak up on you, and I don’t feel it
So we might name this
When the Belaire kick in

[Chorus]
Used to rob niggas for they bill when I get bored, now I’m on Billboard
Used to rob niggas for they bill when I get bored, now I’m on Billboard
This rap shit gotta pop, it gotta pop, bitch, I’ll kill for it
Rap shit gotta pop ’cause I done robbed and I killed for it
Ho wanna fuck with Melly Baby, chillin’, ho, I can’t afford
Nigga want me to come through his club, I need like twenty or more
Nigga say it’s pressure, hol’ up, wait, bitch, I’m a barnivore
Used to rob these nigga for they racks and slide to the cashier

[Verse 1]
Rob these niggas for they racks and ride to the Amiri store
These niggas ain’t with this shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, boy, you can’t afford
Just beat this shit, it’s hundred percent, ain’t no fractioning
Niggas say they with it, pussy boy, go put some facts in it
That Belaire just kicked in
Look at my diamond when they glisten
I said that Belaire just kicked in
Look at my diamond when they glisten

[Verse 2]
These hoes wanna fuck on Melly for some new Balenciagas
Dolce Gabbana, Givenchy, Giuseppe, got it from Atlanta
She wanna fuck, the pussy got blood all on my bandana
Now, I’m a Blood, I’m bangin’ SuWoop, like ho, what the fuck?
Girl, I wanna see it clap, clap
Girl, I wanna see it clap, clap
Girl, can you make it clap, clap?
Girl, can you make it clap, yeah
In the club and I got my strap, yeah
Shawty ass like goddamn, where
Did you find this? Goddamn
You need a wheelchair ’cause that ass too fat for you

[Outro]
Girl, I wanna see it clap, clap
Girl, I wanna see it clap, clap
Girl, can you make it clap, clap?
Girl, can you make it clap, yeah

Gunna – Idk Why Lyrics

February 24, 2019 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
All I know is grind (Grind)
Wonder why the Lord steady sendin’ me blessings, I don’t know why (Don’t know why)
Mama thanked me for her purse
And looked me in my face and then she started cryin’ (Started cryin’)
My talent take me different places
I can say lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime (Lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime)
Every day I’m high (High)
Intoxicated, I done swallowed me a whole ‘Tussin, now I’m on a ride (Now I’m on a ride)
Investigators tried to put a cable on the table, I can’t wear a wire (I can’t wear a wire)
I done made an M without a label, trust me, I’ll be stable for a while (I’ll be stable for a while)

[Verse 1]
I’ma bet on me (Me)
I don’t care if it’s a dollar, I got three my partners, that’s a quarter each (That’s a quarter each)
I got some snakes in my collar, lil’ bitch, I’m a slime and we don’t ever sleep (Slime)
The commas are damn near robotic, it’s same color powder, whiter than a sheep (Sheep)
The pussy wet like she in heat (Yeah)
Dolce Gabbana on her feet (Yeah)
Young Gunna slime anaconda, we bite like piranhas, me and my brother Keed (Keed)
Took 30K the whole summer, now I want a hunna, I stopped bein’ cheap (Cheap)
Since that boy came out the gutter, now he chargin’ 50 thousand for a beat
I don’t work for free (No)
The salesman that know me in Barney’s say I smell like Biscotti mixed with Creed (Biscotti mixed with Creed)
I know some women adore me, tell me I’m the realest they seen (I’m the realest they done seen)
I keep my mind on my ’cause that’s really all a nigga ever need (That’s all a nigga ever needed)

[Verse 2]
I got better days (I got better days)
I moved my mom to the boondocks, we already used to sleepin’ in a cave (In a cave)
I started sellin’ that mota, makin’ me some moohla, servin’ out our place (Servin’ out our place)
Now I charge rappers for verses, do it for a purpose, I don’t wanna trade (Do it for a purpose, I don’t wanna trade)
I done got a raise (I done got a raise)
OG told me my future was bright, gotta wear the shades (Gotta wear your shades)
Blessed life so I paint the coupe all white just to give him praise (Just to give him praise)
Came a long way from sittin’ waitin’ in the line for the new J’s (Waitin’ in the line for the new J’s)
I can get away (I can get away)
You gonna need you a surfboard when it come to me and Wheezy wave (Me and Wheezy wave)
Can’t get bigger than who you work for ’cause you know some shit’ll prolly change (Shit’ll prolly change)
Charge that shit up ’til we’re worth more, we ain’t in the business for the fame (We ain’t in the business for the fame)

[Outro]
That’s a quarter each

Lil Baby – Ready Lyrics

November 30, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I can’t fuck with none of y’all niggas, y’all disgust me
When you with your maggot ass friends, don’t discuss me
FN with extended clip, I hope them try to rush me
I hear ’em sayin’ such and such, a nigga ain’t gon’ touch me
Big body Benz, ‘member I used to be dusty
Now I want my money all hundreds in a rush please
I was sellin’ weed when they came out with white tee
Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee
Whole hood poppin’, other niggas, they don’t like me
Made her eat it up, she told her friend, “He gon’ wife me”
All my niggas thoroughbred, I don’t fuck with crossbreeds
Free all of the bros down the road and on Rice Street

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y’s (Margiel-y)
Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y’s (Baguette-y)
Ain’t gon’ bash you bitches, I ain’t petty (Nah)
Just know we fuckin’, we ain’t goin’ steady (Goin’ steady)
I don’t wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more Addy)
I ain’t have no kid but I’m her daddy (I’m her daddy)
Better shake her ass like it’s Magic (Like it’s Magic)
Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage (Yeah)
Carats everywhere, I’m a rabbit (I’m a rabbit)
I ain’t Shawty Lo, but what’s happenin’? (What’s happenin’?)
We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)
I’m on fuckin go, I can’t panic (I can’t panic)

[Outro: Lil Baby]
Money conversations, check my feng shui
I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel, I’m on straight
Supermodel, her body gon’ be my entree
I been runnin’ with hitters, my youngins gun slang
Cars of the day, brand new Wraith
My life circle, mines ain’t straight
Bills ain’t late, paid no notes
I ain’t no joke, they want smoke
We exotic, start a riot, we gon’ riot
.223’s, drakes outside
We don’t get tired, we gon’ die

Marshmello – FRIENDS (A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie Remix) lyrics

June 2, 2018 by Azlyrics

(feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Anne-Marie)

[Intro: Anne-Marie & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Ooooh-oh, ooooh-woh (ya, ya, yeah)
Ooooh-oh, ooooh-woh

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
So many pretty girls in the world, but I wish that they was all like you
You can be my girlfriend or my friend, either way you gon’ fall right through
Love to party, young nigga in a ‘Rari, sorry I ain’t ever sorry, got juice
Dolce & Gabbana it ain’t tricky if you got it, if you want we can go to Jimmy Choo
You got me messed up I probably got every damn Balmain in my dresser
The way she go down, no hands, like a Tesla
She gon’ breath out, breathe in, when I touch her
Airplane mode on your phone when I fuck ya
She gon’ let me know what’s the bin, I’m a hustler
Moncler clothes when it’s cold, I’mma bless ya
She ain’t even got to sneak out, I’mma let her
It ain’t no pressure

[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it obvious?
Haven’t I made it clear?
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
Haven’t I made it obvious?
Haven’t I made it clear?
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
F-R-I-E-N-D-S

[Verse 2: Anne-Marie]
Have you got no shame? You looking insane
Turning up at my door
It’s two in the morning, the rain is pouring
Haven’t we been here before?

[Refrain: Anne-Marie]
Don’t mess it up, talking that shit
Only gonna push me away, that’s it!
Have you got no shame? You looking insane
Here we go again

[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
So don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
You really ain’t going away without a fight
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times

[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it obvious? (Haven’t I made it?)
Haven’t I made it clear? (Haven’t I made it clear?)
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
Haven’t I made it obvious? (ooh)
Haven’t I made it clear? (I swear I…)
Want me to spell it out for you? (to spell it out for you?)
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
F-R-I-E-N-D-S

[Bridge: Anne-Marie]
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
That’s how you f****** spell “friends”
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
Get that shit inside your head
No, no, yeah, uh, ahh
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
We’re just friends

[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
So don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
You really ain’t going nowhere without a fight
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times

[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it obvious? (Have I not made it obvious?)
Haven’t I made it clear? (Yeah, I made it very clear)
Want me to spell it out for you? (Yo)
F-R-I-E-N-D-S (I said F-R-I-E-N-D-S)
Haven’t I made it obvious? (I made it very obvious)
Haven’t I made it clear? (I made it very clear)
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
F-R-I-E-N-D-S

[Outro: Anne-Marie]
Mmm, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ah, ah-oh, ah-oh

Naughty Boy – Welcome To Cabana lyrics

May 29, 2018 by Azlyrics

(feat. Emeli Sandé & Tinie Tempah)

[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah]
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our six star
The Hotel Cabana, a world full of drama
Interior designed by Dolce & Gabbana
Hotel Cabana, where you check out ‘fore you check in to our beds
And I guess you’ll write their checks out without checking
Double rooms with hammocks in, masquerades and mannequins
Discounts for kids now and anyone who hasn’t sinned
Yea, but beware of the piranhas
And surveillance from the cameras while you’re wearing your Havanas in

[Hook: Emeli Sandé]
Hotel Cabana, where the sleepless kids live
Dancing with fire, look what young money did
Confetti on their heads, stranger in my beds
Cabana
Hotel Cabana, where the curious go
Jump in the sauna, let the bad habits grow
Oh oh dancing on the edge
Hope it never ends in Cabana

[Verse 2: Tinie Tempah]
Let me take you on a journey through these eternal corridors
Polished floors, no third, no seventh or eleventh floor
Founded and built up on a premise of a clever thought
Witness an experience of something unforgettable
Hotel Cabana, José Hosanna
There are cloaks and daggers
There are snakes and ladders yeah
Lost souls roaming round like night owls
So make sure the doors are locked before you turn the lights out

BROCKHAMPTON – QUEER lyrics

May 7, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Matt Champion]
Skinny boy, skinny boy, where your muscles at?
Used to walk to work, eight hours, take the bus back
Ain’t no time to stop, ain’t no time for vacation
Y’all all want my spot ’cause you know that I am A1
All these pretty girls, they come runnin’ to our faces
I could do without, I could move without, I could do myself
I get in a rut, I feel depressed, I bang on my chest
I say fuck ’em all ’til I’m dead

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
First off, fuck Dolce & Gabbana
Racist mothersuckers tryna be my pana
Put that on me auntie and me mama
Grab the Ghost then I go right back to Ghana
I came back again, with the platinum
To the continent, I came back again
I came back again, with the platinum
To the continent, I came back again

[Pre-Chorus: Matt Champion & Kevin Abstract]
Don’t go runnin’ your mouth
Don’t go runnin’ your mouth (Watch your lip, baby)
Don’t go runnin’ your mouth
Don’t go runnin’ your mouth (W-w-watch your lip, baby)
Don’t go runnin’ your mouth
Don’t go runnin’ your mouth (Watch your lip, baby)
Don’t go runnin’ your mouth
Don’t go runnin’ your mouth (W-w-watch your lip, baby)

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
Got a lot of things to say that I could never finish
Told my mama, “I’ll be back, just gotta kill another mission”
Gimme thirty seconds and I’ll make off with a billion
Every verse a heist for all your underlying feelings
Got canaries on the window, smell like roses on the ceiling
Oh what a–, oh what a–, oh, how appealing
Candy paint revealing all that bullshit you concealing
Fuck what you been hearing, I’m everything they fearing
I’m black and smart and sexy, universally appealing
Genius what I’m dealing, something they ain’t stealing
They prohibited the potents, might give you cirrhosis
Spaceship doing donuts, it’s written I’m the POTUS
I’m focused

[Verse 4: Ameer Vann]
Barre Baby, spilled syrup on my big wheel
You could call me lil nigga with the big crib
My lifestyle still the same, just a face lift
Silly niggas got me running outta patience
My whole life slowly turned into a daydream
I hit the bank with a smile on my face, man
Pretty women always pullin’ at my waistband
Used to get arrested, all I get is checks now

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract & Ryan Beatty]
And Waco is far away, I don’t even mind
As long as you stay right here, right next to my side
And Waco is far away, I don’t even mind
As long as you stay right here, right next to my side
And Waco is far away, I don’t even mind
As long as you stay right here, right next to my side
And Waco is far away, I don’t even mind
As long as you stay right here, right next to my side

skandau – КОКАИНА

January 25, 2018 by Azlyrics

Викай му както искаш – доп или марихууана
Нося квото си искам – Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana
Гонят ме само женски за тва си нямам охрана
Там от където мина казват ”ти си, ти си кокаина”

Кокаина, кока-кока-кокаина
Кокаина, кока-кока-кокаина
Кокаина, кока-кока-кокаина
Там от където мина казват ”ти си, ти си кокаина”

Влизаме като Боговете на младите,
на колене такива са обичаите
И нeма кво да ни каете,
клякате и като пикаете

Кани ме да пиеме,
намеква за триене,
иска да го бара гол
Викам ще се видиме и ше се
напиеме, baby i gotta go

Кани ме да пиеме,
намеква за триене,
иска да го бара гол

Викам ще се видиме и ше се напиеме, baby i gotta go

Викай му както искаш – доп или марихуана
Нося квото си искам – Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana
Гонят ме само женски за тва си нямам охрана
Там от където мина казват ”ти си, ти си кокаина”

Всяка вечер до мен,
няма умора, няма го спора
Иска втора да отворя,
вдига ги, сваля ги като щора
И остава до мен докато очите затворя
Докато попа се моли гледа към мене, сиреч нагоре

Много иска да е стока, стока, стока, стока
Обаче и изтече срока, срока, срока, срока
А много иска да е стока, стока, стока, стока
Обаче и изтече срока, срока, срока, срока

Викай му както искаш – доп или марихуана
Нося квото си искам – Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana
Гонят ме само женски за тва си нямам охрана
Там от където мина казват ти си… ти си кокаина

кокаина, кока-кока-кокаина
кокаина, кока-кока-кокаина
кокаина, кока-кока-кокаина
Там от където мина казват ти си, ти си кокаина

Всяка вечер до мен,
няма умора, няма го спора
Иска втора да отворя,
вдига ги, сваля ги като щора

И остава до мен докато очите затворя
Докато попа се моли гледа към мене, сиреч нагоре

Lloyd Banks – Mighty Healthy Freestyle Lyrics

January 15, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
You know who the fuck it is
2018
Two thousand and make cream
At Your Request

[Verse: Lloyd Banks & Ghostface Killah]
Masked up on my last case
Figured no face, no karma
Throwin’ salt at me
Prefer my shade by Dolce Gabbana
Rideable, bet the dough gets some kinda rotation out her
Stand for nothin’ fall for anything, prada replace the dollar
Havin’ 70s gettin’ bent out of shape and I’m in tip-top
Want this shit? Gotta fight to get on like Love & Hip Hop
Mary Jane’ll tie me up, fell in love with the Ziploc
I done seen your true colors for green niggas’ll flip-flop
Hope you take your best shot followed by something tragic
Have to show you Cs and I’ll spit in your face like a battle rapper
Shit, I only hit the weed slow, came up a rabbit clapper
Prayed on the God, glow and he gave it to me, tabernacle
Never really liked y’all, hate you, know to my next feed
Baguette sleeve
A loyal my begger’s my pet peeve
Time for me to jet, heavy time on the jet skis
The dopest supplier, you trippin’ to let the connect leave
Audacity dissin’ veterans puttin’ up tanking numbers
Ain’t no deuce deuce in yo’ boot, them fuckin’ ankle huggers
When we hug these mics we get busy
I’m thinkin’ “Who is he?”
A stupid motherfucker truck is moving, dumping free work all over to feed the customers
Settin’ the soundtrack for the realer kind of greatest hustlers
Haters to fuel up the fire, doubters to act astounded
Smoke for the watches, gorilla glue with the wax around it
Dollars to rev up the ops and ammo to back them down with
Double bottoms for ass kickin’, the black and brown shits
Certifications debatable, take a fall stay quiet
Your fan base ain’t gone save you, you hit the floor stage divin’
Fire trail from me flying
You takin’ off? Brave pilot
You makin’ moves? Stay silent
You crossed the crew’s gray island
Don’t box me into your categories I’m alien
Them records, I hear nothin’ but fear in ’em
Break a chair on ’em
I see a nigga dye one more color I disappear again
Y’all breedin’ bitches
My blade’ll give a cesarean
I give it everything I had, another high speed choice
Thinkin’ “what more do you want from me?” in Tyrese voice
All we do is make it stack the homicide green boys
Unnecessary altercations keep the concrete moist
I hate makin’ shit, disciplinary jab though
Limited edition lab coat, Louie Supreme collabo’

[Outro]
For every blow, depends on breath control
So it’s the first thing you must learn
Fortunately it’s easy
You’ll soon learn

Lloyd Banks – Mighty Healthy Freestyle

January 15, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
You know who the fuck it is
2018
Two thousand and make cream
At Your Request

[Verse: Lloyd Banks & Ghostface Killah]
Masked up on my last case
Figured no face, no karma
Throwin’ salt at me
Prefer my shade by Dolce Gabbana
Rideable, bet the [?] and kinda rotation out of Stamford
Nothin’ fall for anything
Prada replace the dollar
Havin’ 70s gettin’ bent out of shape and I’m a tip-top
Want this shit? Gotta fight to get on like Love & Hip Hop
Mary Jane’ll tie me up, fell in love with the Ziploc
I done seen your true colors for green niggas to flip-flop
Hope you take your best shot followed by something tragic
Have to show you Cs and I’ll spit in your face like a battle rapper
Shit, I only hit the weed slow, came up a rabbit clapper
Prayed on the God, glow and he gave it to me, tabernacle
Never really like [?], hate you, know to my next feed
Baguette sleeve
A loyal my begger’s my pet peeve
Time for me to jet, heavy time on the jet skis
The dopest supplier, you trippin’ to let the connect leave
Audacity dissin’ veterans puttin’ up tanking and numbers
Ain’t no deuce deuce in yo’ boot, them fuckin’ ankle huggers
When we hug these mics we get busy
I’m thinkin’ "Who is he?"
A stupid motherfucker [?] smooth and dumping free work all over to feed the customers
Settin’ the soundtrack for the realer kind of greatest hustlers
Haters to fuel up the fire, doubters to act astounded
Smoke for the watches, gorilla glue with the wax around it
Dollars to rev up the ops and ammo to back them down with
Double bottoms for ass kickin’, the black and brown shits
Certifications debatable, take a fall stay quiet
Your fan base ain’t gone save you, you hit the floor stage divin’
Fire trail from me flying
You takin’ off? Brave pilot
You makin’ moves? Stay silent
You crossed the crew’s gray island
Don’t box me into your categories I’m alien
Them records, I hear nothin’ but fear in ’em
Break a chair on ’em
I see a nigga dye one more color I disappear again
Y’all breedin’ bitches
My blade give a cesarean
I give it everything I had, another high speed choice
Thinkin’ "what more do you want from me?" in Tyrese voice
All we do is make a it stack the homicide green boys
Unnecessary altercations keep the concrete moist
I hate makin’ shit, disciplinary though
Limited edition lab coat, Louie Supreme collabo’

[Outro]
For every blow, depends on breath control
So it’s the first thing you must learn
Fortunately it’s easy
You’ll soon learn

J Hus – Bouff Daddy

November 20, 2017 by Azlyrics

And the mandem got it crackin’ again
And the mandem got it crackin’ again
And the mandem got it crackin’ again
And the mandem got it crackin’ again
I know one thing for certain
You better keep your eyes peeled, I’m lurkin’
‘Cause I tour the city in an Addison Lee
And if I pull up, then it’s curtain
I ain’t had a good night sleep since God knows when
Keep your eyes peeled, I’m lurkin’
When you hear the bud line boomin’
You know the money had me ridin’ brutal
Now they see me and say Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy
Everywhere I go they say Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy
In the ends I’m the Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy
Ya dun kno’, ya dun kno’
Bunsah I’m tremendous, dress code horrendous
Making six figures moves, we’ve got different agendas
This my house, don’t wear your creps on my carpet
Life of a misfit, broke nigga forfeit
Four figure outfit, three course meal
I put my money where my mouth is, no two ways about it
Let one nigga doubt it, twenty in the mattress
Niggas couldn’t mash this, this is just practice
Oh, now I’m getting paid, did I mention?
They never used to pay no attention
Nowadays I hate the attention
Nah lemme be honest, I love it
Spend yesterday’s profit and think nothin’ of it
I know one thing for certain
You better keep your eyes peeled, I’m lurkin’
‘Cause I tour the city in an Addison Lee
And if I pull up, then it’s curtain
I ain’t had a good night sleep since God knows when
Keep your eyes peeled, I’m lurkin’
When you hear the bad line boomin”
You know the money had me ridin’ brutal
Now they see me and say Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy
Everywhere I go they say Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy
In the ends I’m the Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy
Ya dun kno’, ya dun kno’
Ooh, I’m the Bouff Daddy, baby take a look at me
And if this whip gets bun they’ll throw the book at me
And the mandem got it crackin’ again
And the mandem got it crackin’ again
Fuck probation, I’m chillin’ overseas
Everything’s different ’cause I’m free
Buttoned down shirt, make your misses wanna pree
Don’t worry, there’s plenty more fishes in the sea
It’s okay my brudda, no way they’re badder
Dolce & Gabbana, mana clean up nice
Make everybody spectate, I’m just playin’ chess wit’ my best mate
Teach you ’bout check-mate
I know one thing for certain
You better keep your eyes peeled, I’m lurkin’
‘Cause I tour the city in an Addison Lee
And if I pull up, then it’s curtain
I ain’t had a good night sleep since God knows when
Keep your eyes peeled, I’m lurkin’
When you hear the bad line boomin’
You know the money had me ridin’ brutal
Now they see me and say Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy
Everywhere I go they say Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy
In the ends I’m the Bouff Daddy, Bouff Daddy
Ya dun kno’, ya dun kno’
And the mandem got it crackin’ again
And the mandem got it crackin’ again
And the mandem got it crackin’ again
And the mandem got it crackin’ again

Ak47 – Noizy tekste

July 29, 2017 by Azlyrics

Tekste Noizy – Ak47

Yeahhh, I’m stunning on this f*ckin b*tches
She said she f*ck me if I keep it secret
All my brothers move it kilos
Until the click then we reload. (x2)
AK47, AK-47
You ain’t no gangsta I send you all to heaven.
You ain’t no bad boy I send you all to heaven.

Hina ket mes sikur katastrofa mbi natyre
E kom nje Baseboll ne bagazh dal ta prishi ftyren
Tlidhi kom e dur tprej e tshti nfurre
Nuk po tthom mu mburr, e kom ni sen si furre
Thirri dikush alarmin,
Çunat po bojne namin,
Tash shko tash thirre babin
Ose me mire tash thirre mamin.

Dije se nuk lujna lojna
Jena cuna nga Londra,
Thash dije se nuk lujna lojna.

Yeahhh, I’m stunning on this f*ckin b*tches
She said she f*ck me if I keep it secret
All my brothers move it kilos
Until the click then we reload. (x2)

AK47, AK-47
You ain’t no gangsta I send you all to heaven.
You ain’t no bad boy I send you all to heaven.

Mrena nclub dawg (dog) tu pi Mariuana
Jom i vesht me Gucci , Dolce&Gabbana
Shishet veq po vijne nga kater anet
E kom nje Pjesh dhe Pjeshket shum i kana
Jom OTR bang
Na njeh krejt bota
Versuri-lyrics.info
She lord the Gang , She lord the Gang
U sa shume na dojka
Nuk msova ne history se mu dok f*ckin’ boring
Por bona history e tash per mu krejt folin.

Noizy Noizy Noizy, Zinjo, Zinjo, Zinjo
Ajo flet per mu sikur i ka ra Telebingo
Ajo flet per mu sikur i ka ra Telebingo.

AK47, AK-47
You ain’t no gangsta I send you all to heaven.
You ain’t no bad boy I send you all to heaven.

Yeahhh, I’m stunning on this f*ckin b*tches
She said she f*ck me if I keep it secret
All my brothers move it kilos
Until the click then we reloaddd. (x2)
Noizy teskti
Video Noizy

Future – Freebandz (Freebandz Mixtape)

February 3, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Hook]
You suckers wouldn’t understand, it’s a man thing (it’s the million dollar shit) y’all just saying things (y’all just talking out ya mouth) I’m a show who really ran things, I just joined the freeband gang
Ugh oh [x4] yeah I just joined a freeband gang [x2]

[Verse 1]
Designers on my face cause I will never see a hater 50,000 dollars worth of jewelry, future, taylored
Gucci aviator, I stay high than elevators kings, Jacksons, Jones you know the Mexico I’m major
Commando guns only freebands can save ya, transformal cars pulling up in some in place
We got that freeband money and we got that long paper tossing up yo baby mama with no conversation
She like the way I flex with my astronaut persona, I rather take my shoes off if it ain’t Dolce & Gabbana
Two cups filled up, we drank, strong marijuana, what’s the use of having muscles if you can’t flex all summer

[Verse 2]
Ugh I’m on my slug boo and shit, it’s cold out here, I got on Ugg boots and shit
And future they hating they just love doing them but I’ll rock that crew thug boo and them
And I be nutting up know homo, ya girl just gave me her throat no vocals
And skooly well protected by them thugs (RUBBER) like franklin I am tired of the hugs I wanna fuck her
It’s skateboard skooly and rk kaelub it’s rich kids for life we on a rk way up
They say they seen skooly pulling up in that lam thang, now meet the new member of freeband gang

Frenna – OMW (On My Way)

November 12, 2016 by Azlyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Frenna]
Ik heb money, heb een car
Ik werk hard, van de start
Ik heb doelen, van der Sar
Jij maakt je druk om te spenden bij de bar
Misschien ben ik morgen wel done met m’n life
Ik moet nog naar Londen, Milaan en naar Parijs
Ze willen me klem zo, maar hebben geen bewijs
Ik had niks in de koelkast dus fack jullie eis
Okay, maar bijna niet gemaakt voor bitches minder dan een 5
Dolce & Gabbana, kan niet letten op die prijs
Ey, ik geef wat aan m’n mama en dan maak ik d’r weer blij
Was al die tijd met Winne, beter noemden ze me Feis

[Hook: Jonna Fraser]
Het gaat vanzelf, ik ben niet op zoek
Ik moet het hebben, het is niet genoeg
Kan je vertellen, het zit in mijn bloed
Ik neem alleen wat libie geeft
Ik kom uit de goot inderdaad, ookal ben ik daar nog steeds
Maak je niet druk om mij, want ik ben on my way
Ik ben een strijder, jij ziet dat ik overleef
Maak je niet druk om mij, want ik ben on my way

[Verse 2: Frenna]
I just wanna be, I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
Laten we linken mansion
Dragen de highest fashion
Betaalde voor al mijn lessons
Want jullie niggers kunnen niks zeggen
Jullie bitches kunnen niks zeggen
Countin’ all my blessings ya
Ik dank Gaddo, alleen barbaar
Ik kan niet hier zo blijven stressen
Ik denk alleen nog aan m’n ma
Want zij zit daar in mijn corazón

[Bridge: Frenna]
Ik weet wat ik wil en ik verdien het yeahyeah
Het gaat mij niet om fame of verdienen yeahyeah
Ik neem al m’n niggers mee, meer dan 10en yeahyeah
Ik verdien het yeahyeah
En je ziet het heyyeah
Ik weet wat ik wil en ik verdien het yeahyeah
Het gaat mij niet om fame of verdienen yeahyeah
Ik neem al m’n niggers mee, meer dan 10en yeahyeah

[Hook: Jonna Fraser]
Ik neem alleen wat libie geeft, ey
Ik kom uit de goot inderdaad, ookal ben ik daar nog steeds
Maak je niet druk om mij, want ik ben on my way
Ik ben een strijder, jij ziet dat ik overleef
Maak je niet druk om mij, want ik ben on my way

Bashy – Cannon

October 11, 2016 by Azlyrics

(Ragz2Richez Bitch!)

[Intro]
You know me, it’s Bashy man
You won’t see me in Red Monkeys man
I’d rather buy a thousand mixtapes yeah
Oii
[Verse 1]

The names Ash but it’s Bash to you faggots
In Green mans got guns bigger than a (Cannon)
And the youngers are nutters, a bunch of mischievous fuckers who would cut you in your adams
I won’t stop until I’m bading just like the Adams
Hustling, getting my bank balance up per annum
Guns man doe, pull ’em out for fashion they bang ’em
And when the jakes come, act like nothing happened
But out to the tugs in the slammer
Let me take the time to say, free my nigga Gangbanga Stana
Who? Gangbanga Stana yes blood, he reps his manor
He’s a hard face, Scarface black Montana
Anyway back to the manor, where North West ain’t in a passer passer
Quick to tell ya pussy, know yourself guns go bracka bracka
I’m a stacker, stacker you slacker, slacker
Plus it look like a bunny nyam your chain cause it’s lacking carrots
And girls feel my swagger from back in the day
When I dropped the 1-10’s with Dolce & Gabbana
Fresh off the hanger but now I want the Jacobs, I ain’t talking crackers
Me work for the crackers? Are you fucking crackers?
And girls love my mixtapes, I’m flattered
And guys tell me when they see me, I’m getting battered huhh
Stay there with your little daggers, got the ting here
So like the Rock says, ‘It doesn’t matter!’
Cause you need to be, quick to scare me
But I’ll fly like (???)
Punch your claat, take the shank and slice you like salami
Better kill me if you harm me, I’m not inna that malarky
Fuck swimming with the fishes, you’ll be drowning where the sharks be
Fuck your Mr. Miyagi karate, don’t make me laughy
Grab you by the boat, stab you in the throat with the car key
Yeah I’m with my army, sit back and enjoy your Bacardi
Don’t make us spoil the party, you punani
My boys are animals, no safaris
No games, no Atari’s
No jokes like Cat and Arby
Niggas will snatch your Carti, advertise the product like ‘Sace, Sace’
Auction it off to the highest bidder
I roll with couple killers, who will run in your yard and Meet the Parents like Ben Stiller
You know them fuckrie Yardies
Anyway, look I drop Armani and Cavalli, smell of Dreamer by Versace
On the road I’m stacking hard P’s, hardly got the time for barneys
(???) and (???) meeting all these ladidadi’s and arty fartys like ‘Kiss, kiss, Ashley, Ashley’
Movie directors like cast me, cast me
I’ll act in your trilogy, from Part One right through to Part Three
Not racist but fuck the Nazi’s, big up Idi Amin
This is London, Kensal Rise bitch this ain’t Marcy
Niggas move the queues of the Charlie, making profit off the Barley
Won’t stop ’til my pockets are fatter than MC Narstie

[Outro – talking]

Yeah
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Yo, don’t ya know
I said them tings go bracka, bracka
You know them tings go bracka, bracka
Hmmm.. Oiiii, nahhhh