Minute Maid | azlyrics.net.ru Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, hey
Yeah, hey
Oh, I’m coming ’round that bitch
Cosmic, Cosmic
Hey, oh, haters ’round this
That boy ‘smic
My heart in a- wait, yeah (Who?)

[Chorus]
My heart in a mix, pull up with a stick (Yeah)
I’m gon’ let it hit (Yeah), everyday I’m lit (Huh)
Life is so fast, had to stop and take a pic (Yeah)
Diamonds on my toilet, I get rich and take a shit (Who?)
My heart in a mix, pull up with a stick (Yeah)
I’m gon’ let it hit (Yeah), everyday I’m lit (Huh)
Life is so fast, had to stop and take a pic (Yeah)
Diamonds on my toilet, I get rich and take a shit (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I’m in L.A. with my lay day, smoking the kk
I’m living so high that I can’t see straight
Look in the mirror, I see two faces
All white on me, but no I’m not racist
Pull up on a nigga, AK be spraying
Presidential Rollie, no Sarah Palin, yy
Keep it on me, I know that I’m not safe
Where I’m from, these niggas dying out in broad day
If you need it, then we serve it like an entree
You get cash, we pouring codeine in my Minute Maid
Sipped too much, I’m pourin’
Look at my bitch, she imported
I need a house in the forest
Make her run for me like Forrest
My lil’ bitch too gorgeous (Ooh)
She wear the fishnets (Uh), I make it in debt
Like an ocean, she be too wet

[Open Verse]

Paul Wall – World Series Grillz (feat. Lil Keke & Z-Ro)

January 19, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Let’s go, we’re going to the World Series
We got World Series grills baby
World Series grills, World Series grills, World Series grills, World Series grills

[Chorus: Paul Wall]
World Series grills (grills)
World Series grills (grills), World Series grills (yeah)
World Series grills (yeah), World Series grills
World Series grills (let’s go), World Series grills (bling bling)
World Series grills (bling bling)
We finally got our World Series grills (bling bling)
World Series grills (bling bling)
We finally got our World Series grills (bling bling)

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Fifty-five years is a long ride
We at Minute Maid park baby goin’ live
Cup double like Correa, time to pour the Sprite
Grind hard, money long like Game 5
Dallas Keuchel on the hill, World Series grills
Wayne comin’ round the corner like Altuve on the steal
Morton got to seal the deal, Bregman how you feel?
It’s the Houston strong, Astros always trill
Springer dinger out the park, MVP
Verlander strike ’em out, one two three
Lance McCullers curve, haters can’t see me
Slab squatin’ like McCann, it’s the Astros baby

[Chorus: Paul Wall]
World Series grills, World Series grills (grills)
World Series grills (grills), World Series grills (yeah)
World Series grills (yeah), World Series grills
World Series grills (let’s go), World Series grills (bling bling)
World Series grills (bling bling)
We finally got our World Series grills (bling bling)
World Series grills (bling bling)
We finally got our World Series grills (bling bling)

[Verse 2: Lil Keke]
The strobes hit the field, I swear we shining
George Springer just caught fire, it’s perfect timing
If you’re Houston Texas born it was a dream
Now it’s World Series grills for the team
From Hurricane Harvey to a party
Altuve on the play, go kill ’em shawty
Blow the roof off Minute Maid, make some noise
And we keeping everybody, pay them boys
Hitting homers, stealing bases, going live
Yeah, been tryna get it since the Colt-45
Them throws here to stay, keep grinding
At the parade coming down with a mouth full of diamonds

[Chorus: Paul Wall]
World Series grills, World Series grills
World Series grills, World Series grills
World Series grills, World Series grills
World Series grills, World Series grills (bling bling)
World Series grills (bling bling)
We finally got our World Series grills (bling bling)
World Series grills (bling bling)
We finally got our World Series grills (bling bling)

[Verse 3: Z-Ro]
H-Town throw it up like I been drinking Henny
Go ‘Stros, got my whole city dranking with me
We celebrating, we gon’ drank until we break a kidney
I love my city, when I die I want to take it with me
[?] when I’m feeling like a real boss
DC Minute, look I could never take my grill off
We goin’ hard on them boys, them boys real soft
Time to turn all the way deaf, it’s time to turn your chill off
Bet I’ma knock it out the park like Altuve
Cut your camera phone on, we making a movie
We poppin’ bottles, throwing money like some strippers with us
All you gotta be is not hater, you can kick it with us

Saba – How You Live (feat. MFnMelo)

November 2, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1- Saba]
Guess who is back in effect
I push this rap to the next
Level the lap I get check
Catch a body on [?] like a cannibal neck
I’m from where Hannibal at
They try to silence me
You cannot [?]
That’s their plan of attack
But I speak and then leave em with panick attacks
And I dont mean the disco
Get ’em at the barber, Brisco
I sip the tea like the [?] cold
I turn your stage to a shit-show
Mosh pit, pop shit, missle
Mosh pit, pop shit, missle
Get em out the [?] like Swindle
Niggas steady talk and I ignore

[Chorus- Mfn Melo]
Shawty told me I was [?] em what it is
That’s the-
Get down how you live
Get down how you live
Get down how I live
Get down how I live
Get down how I live
Get down how I live
I think I’m in love with this shit
Imma get down how I live
Get down how I live
Get down how I live
Get down how I live
Get down how you live
Get down how you live

[Verse 2- Saba]
Independant like a politician
Who [?] republican
Still I’m droppin’ wisdom like a dentist
Finger fuck the game I’m never with it
Riddlin’ you should really pay attention
Gimme dis shit I don’t need a gimmick
Put me in a guiness, afterall
They tried to put me in a box
And I don’t mean to ship it
This shit way too easy
Listen to my last year cd
I don’t hear a difference
Between what these niggas spittin’ now
‘Cause [?] what I been about
I done hide and check my whereabouts
Dumb it down, he did it for the clout
Hundred round [?] and air it out
Same Chicago that yall hear about
Champion my name up in the banner
Tell ’em I’m going great like David Banner
All this shit organic on my grandma
Let me talk my shit like on the panel
Panama these niggas wanna trade
My life lookin’ different everyday
Oh I’m up next like I got a bouqet
I can’t pay attention what they say
I can’t let it get to me (No)
This shit don’t mean shit to me
They waitin’ on me to blow up as if I am chemistry
But I see it differently
‘Cause me and my niggas we got it out the mud
And I mean that literally
And I’m major, even without a major
This is not the little league
Fuck

[Verse 3- MFn Melo]
Better know that life you livin’ change
You can bet I got it different ways
Been a day
Churnin’ lemonade
Blessin’ pour it never Minute Maid
Uncle, Daddy know he [?] the kids
Uncle [?] OG pivotin’
Showin’ love make a hater quit
Ware him out like your latest fear
Niggas get finessed they call it ‘biz
I cut back off finesse and [?]
They thought I learned my lesson ’till was quized
Filled it up, graded on the bitch
Rhyme [?] made it my niche
I remember workin’ early shifts
No more retail, shop my buisness
Time will tell how they witness
Boxes was stackin’
As soon as I’m freed
Then it’s back to the beef with no slackin’, man
[?]
I’ll never go back again (Uh)
Came dropped the ball with this hit
‘Cause you know pivot what it is
I’ma get down how I live (Aye)

Yo Gotti & Moneybagg Yo – Prayers (2Federal Mixtape)

November 7, 2016 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
Got my shirt off with my chains on
I’m street as hell, can’t you tell?
Sent your money off, go and came back
And god answered your prayers
We in [?], me and CEO
On a private jet, ’bout to take off
I ain’t really with the back and forth talk
50 in the Glock, Zach Randolph
Got up off my ass
Had to make sacrifices just to see my people rich
Lil nigga got some killers with me
I’m G’d up, I’m on my own dick
Nigga rich, that’s a cold kit
She fucked your dog, that’s a cold bitch
In the game like EA
Diamonds lemonade, no Minute Maid
Don’t want to hear that you fuck with me now
Cause you ain’t fuck with me when I was fucked up
Fucked around and ran my bucks up
Yeah my baby mama ‘nem lucked up
God bless ’em nigga, amen
I got white neighbors where I stay man
I can see the money clear now
Spent a couple thou on some Ray Bans

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Real niggas don’t argue
Rich niggas don’t bargain
Choppers answer to the problems
Choppers answer to the problems
Haters gone and the plug came
I guess god answered my prayers
Stayed down ’til the money came
I guess god answered my prayers
Beefin’ with me and you still living
God answered your prayers
You my baby mama and I’m a rich nigga
Guess god answered your prayers
You fucked up and hit a lick nigga
God answered your prayers
You in this rap shit and you a street nigga
God answered your prayers

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Stayed down ’til I came up
Watched a fuck nigga change up
We all thuggin’, can’t blame us
Don’t need pussy niggas, they shame us
Guess [?] got all gangster
Once a nigga got famous
Don’t get the shit twisted
20 million later, still gon’ shoot that banger
Poppin’ pills, going to sleep
Waking up, tryna deal with my anger
Fallin’ out with my homeboys
Feel more comfortable ’round strangers
Pull the Lamb up to the clipboard
Got the jet waiting in the hanger
With a whole bunch of hood niggas with me
Ready to kill, how could you blame ’em?
Playin’ with me and you still breathing
Well god answered your prayers
Know the game got layers
Fuck your bitch, that’s a layup
Never catch a nigga later
Nigga better get his weight up
Play with me ain’t safe bruh
Get your grandmammy’s shit sprayed up