OT | azlyrics.net.ru Lyrics

Part 1

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
(Free Clips)
Ayy, ayy
(Free S)
Ayy, ayy
(Free Scars)
Ayy

[Verse]
My buj runs black like Chyna
I ain’t got the light like Tyga
Whip that, use no bicarb
I’ll make my man swim, no lifeguard
I was so low, tryna stain me a nine bar
Now I’ve got more green than Hyde Park
They hate on DigDat
First time I grip that I was eleven
DSQ for my denim
Shank on my waist, won’t bend like Beckham
I wanna do his and hers
But I can’t find me a bae
I’m flying away
Like Trap, got paper plans
Fuck them bitches, I gotta get gwop first
TSG tryna put us in vans
If I get nicked, won’t converse
Don’t say it’s here where you got served
Feds might stomp the yard
And if I get nicked, won’t snitch
So I doubt they’ll drop that charge
Monday, my ting from Dubai
And I got one in South, she’s brown (Hmm, peng)
I’m out in the town
My young boy fly it, he’s flying back ’round
And Shankz got best of both
On the M way, let him get shit sold
He’s tryna make ‘caine turn rock
So he might not roll if I get a big show
But broski went O too, put on his sim, made like three
(Ayy, ayy)
I got my ex so I’m vex all the time
I don’t ring back when she’s tex’ing my line
Caught a Section 18 with a fifteen inch
Left that road lock arff
Bro had it out but the ting did jam
Lucky that corn didn’t pop off
Feds at my yard in boots
‘Cause I had super drugs
Now I need some links
I’m not sure, who’s got grub?
And I got a Rolex like Wiley
When the cats bell fast, I’m doublin’
Bro, these teeth ain’t tiny
If we slap one, it’s disturbing London
And she’s still out with her ex
But when we sex, she says she’s mine
Two watches, I don’t know which one tells that time
Remember outside, I was rolling with stones
Tryna beat all this rock
Answer my phone like, “wagwan miss”
I really wanna beat this thot
When I walk past, they flick their weave
Man do jobs like Steve
Deliver O’s, break that prof’, we just eat
Got soft in the pot, just boil it
Grease that dots and oil it
I got slapped with thirteen years
I was thirteen, read that on my toilet
I don’t rate them olders
Hate on me ’cause I’m young and I get it
Mad how I dicked her down
Then I gave her back to her man like, “tek it”
Got hoes tellin’ hoes they’re mine
Then someone’s lying, it can’t be true
(She’s lying)

Part 2

[Verse]
Out late with men in black
Made us wanna be bad boys too
Sent her shop for rizla
Make sure you get two packs and juice
Just got a location, bro I can’t wait ’til I find this yute
Long stick in the whip like Django
Now I’m on the sat nav finding routes
Shankz got rock, he don’t sell herbo
Seven G’s, he’ll do three hundred
I was in OT, never done F
But I still had to work these numbers
And my next door was a Kit-Kat
Telling me I’m too loud like carni
He said, just whisper
Cah you might get caught with the smarties
I ain’t got a wifey, she just bops
Comes ’round and teeths this lingo
Do it up in a microwave, soft
And make sure you open the windows
That man looked like a fed
And I served him, ’til this day, I wonder
Now I’m giving them busy signal
If I get shots on unknown number
Cats on my line get cold feet
So my young boy got shots in his sock
Bro got it in a pot, watch it sizzla
He’s tryna get this pack solid as a rock
Get a invitation, no graduation, can’t be stop
Bro just wanna pop corn, told them, don’t get your party shot
My man ain’t been on nuttin’
And he’s been like that from a youngen

Black Eyed Peas – Wings lyrics

October 27, 2018 by Azlyrics

When I saw you in my dream
You wore the crown, you were my king
I hope you know you are my everything (everything, everything)
You are the wind under my wings
I’m in the clouds, you take me high (high, high, high, high, high)
You make me float, you make me fly (fly, fly, fly, fly, fly)
I hope you know you are my paradise (paradise)

[Chorus: Nicole Scherzinger]
And this is how it sounds when I’m walking on the sky
Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
Du du du du-du du du
Boy this love is like a dream
You are the wind under my wings

[Verse 1: will.i.am & Nicole Scherzinger]
Hey bae, you know you got me
OD when I rock your body all night (yeah)
Over time girl, we go OT
You love my D-I-C what you like? (yeah)
Double tap when I saw you on site
You put me in a spell, check you’re my type (yeah)
You’re the kinda chick that I like (yeah)
You’re the kinda chick that I like (yeah)
Hey bae, come tease me, please me
I make you my side piece and my wife (yeah)
Freakin’, then take it easy
Hop in my cockpit, we gon’ take flight (yeah)
When I go down you in paradise
Feelin’ that trill o’ high, so don’t be ‘fraid of heights

[Verse 2: apl.de.ap & Nicole Scherzinger]
Hey bae, you got what I need
I like it when you on me all day (yeah)
Hey bae, I’m planting my seed
Then 39 weeks, she’ll have my baby (what?)
Lately I’ve been thinking ‘bout baby name
But maybe I’m crazy (yeah)
Let’s take it slow, like John Legend’s set (yeah)
Let’s take it slow like John Legend’s set (yeah)
Me and you could take a time
Watch the years and days and hours pass by (yeah)
Hey bae, you got the hourglass type sh**
That’ll make me say “my oh my” (yeah)
Hey bae I love the way you sound
So when we be gettin’ down, you make me feel high

[Bridge: sample]
Bring that beat back, bring that beat back
Bring that beat back, bring that beat back
Y’all wanna hear that beat, right?
Two, two, three, four, hit it!

[Verse 3: will.i.am]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, imma let the beat rock
Check it out, [?]
This is my move
I like how you move
You like how I put my needle in you (move)
I take your blues away with this tune that I wrote just for you (move)
We up in that bed, your head’s in ‘dem clouds when I enter you (ooh)
When I enter you (ooh)
When I enter you (move)
Imagine me loving you passionly, making your fantasies true (move)
Imagine me killing the pun-, love fagality, ooh (move)
Imagine us, pictures fabulous, when I zoom in on you (ooh)
When I zoom in, zoom in on you (ooh)
When I zoom in, zoom in on you (ooh)

[Pre-Chorus: Nicole Scherzinger]
When I saw you in my dream
You wore the crown, you were my king
I hope you know you are my everything
You are the wind under my wings
I’m in the clouds, you take me high
You make me float, you make me fly
I hope you know you are my paradise

[Chorus: Nicole Scherzinger]
And this is how it sounds when I’m walking on the sky

Lil Wayne – What About Me Lyrics

September 29, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
If you saw me, would you understand?
That I can’t stand you with another man
I see you happy where your life is at
I see you smile I can’t live with that

[Hook]
Cause what about me (yeah)
I stayed up all night for you
Girl, girl, what about me?
I shut down my life for you
Now you run around with him, and him, and him
How you do that
How you act like I never held you every night and now you never call back, please
Girl, girl, what about me?

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Tell me do you ever think about it
Those lonely nights when you bout lost it
The only time that you would call
Was just to tell me it’s my fault
I let you cry, I let you worry
I let you yell, I let you hurt me
I gave you everything you needed
And now you’re gone, gone, gone
Tell me, how you do that to me?

[Hook]
Girl what about me?
I stayed up all night for you
Girl, girl what about me?
I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life)
Now you’re worried bout him?
And him, and him, how you do that?
How you act like I never held you every night and now you never call back
Please, girl, girl what about me?
Girl, girl, girl what about me? Me?

[Verse 2: Sosaman]
Didn’t think about me
When I flying OT, I be up in them streets
You tellin’ me that you gon’ leave
Hittin’ my phone with the beep
Knock it out, baby, creep
Oh, cause I just wanna see you smile
Did none of them tears ain’t for you, baby
And they ain’t matchin’ yo style
I’m kickin’ it flav with yo sauce
I’m counting them lovers
I’m thinking bout you, and all of the things that we used to do
And all of this you went through
And girl I don’t want you with no other dude

Roy Woods – Innocence lyrics

May 23, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ohh yeah, ohh yeah
Is it me? Brr

[Verse 1]
Baby is it me that you’re asking for? is it me
Got a lotta weed, smoke all you want
Girl I’m back, for your ass, fine ass goin’ down
Took a long time to reply, that’s fine
It’s all good when I’m in, it’s all good
It’s all good when you’re out there boss
Ain’t no stress, no stress on my level
Girl I’ve been on the wave, that biddy ain’t on my level
Man I fucked a biddy, hit the pussy up, that’s it
Oh I stopped to go pick that up, that’s an interception
When I walk through, gyal ah pree, who they mention
Check my mentions on Twitter, I still get mentioned
Blow bounce like the hydraulics up in the bitch
I’ll still fuck the bitch, I’ll still ignore the bitch
Fuck her, slap her face, moaning, she say she like it
Turn you over, fuck you from the back, let ’em hear it
I’m a freak, I’m a dog
I might hurt you shorty
I was on Molly before I got to the party
When I come down, fuck a come down, Imma turn up
Catch a young nigga Woods with them shorties til the sun up
I’m still smoking on loud
Girl reach to the car for a second, make her cum four times in the hood
I’m a south side nigga
Make one call to my south side, nigga (one time)
Woah, what’s goin’ in the city, Suhville my nigga
Suhville wagwan my nigga (what’s good), wagwan in the city my nigga (what’s good)
Suhville wagwan my nigga (what’s good), wagwan in the city my nigga (what’s good)
Suhville wagwan my nigga (what’s good), wagwan in the city my nigga yeah (what’s good)
Suhville wagwan my nigga (what’s good), wagwan in the city my nigga (what’s good)

[Bridge]
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up

[Verse 2]
On road, everyday it’s a new ting
Who, who’s got a problem, who else want a ring
Everybody wanna shine, number one stunner
While we mob in the city, niggas robbin’ cos of hunger
Mama ain’t seein’ nothin’, she on the same shit
Young nigga don’t wanna keep eating the same dish
Lost in his mind for a bit
Gotta move on over, my girl turn bitch
Makes sense of this life again
They’re not involved in what I’ve been saying with ya’
Niggas need somethin’ to do, get the bigger picture
Before they starvin’, we gotta fix a widow
We were all lost together, so I step up with ya’
I’m in the 6 but I’m tryna’ get comfortable
My niggas told me that workin’ they nights late in studio
Same shit a year ago
Bitches is workin’ the telly, my niggas OT got the work around
What’d you mean she actin’ crazy?
Now what d’you mean niggas is trapped in the city?
Now what d’you mean niggas is packin’ up?
Seen all the fakes tryna’ get around
Salute real niggas, stay real nigga
True to your life, to yourself nigga
You only lie to yourself nigga, that is gon’ make me not fuck with ya’
I’m doin’ me, you do you nigga
No one else can see nothin’ too

Burna Boy – Devil In California lyrics

May 10, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
Have to understand what i’m trying to show ya
Take you OT where nobody knows ya
I don’t know what you’ve been told baby
Lately I’ve been on my own baby
I don’t even know where i’m taking ya
Probably on a boat in the middle of the ocean
Way too drunk, I’m way too fucked baby
Popped a molly in the club babe

[Chorus]
Ooh i met the devil out in California
I’ve been living on the edge
But i won’t fall down
Got a couple hunnids for the spending

[Post Chorus]
You should learn to share baby (Oh no)
I’m crazy, I know
How I did it, I don’t know
Heart breaker, all yours
I know I, said i’d change my life
But that was last night
I’m so high
Can’t open my eyes
Can’t look in your eyes

[Verse 2]
You got the juice
I got the sauce
It’s only right we hit it off
But you gotta make a decision
You got the hoes
I got my woes
I cannot lose
But tonight i’m too fucked up to make decisions
I got soo much bitches
It’s like all my life i’ve been knowing somethings been missing
Devil on my shoulder
That’s why i can’t stay sober

[Chorus]
Ooh i met the devil out in California
I’ve been living on the edge
But i won’t fall down
Got a couple hunnids for the spending

[Outro]
Give it one more time
But i said that last time
I know i said that last time
But this is the last time
This is the last time
This is the last time (Oh ya)

Lil Wayne – Vizine Lyrics

March 6, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Chorus]
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?

[Verse 1]
My scene just a crime scene
Got the high beams and the sirens, yeah
My team we could buy teams
Talking dirty money? Check the hygienes
All the dirty money get dry cleaned
Talking dirty money, say I’m rasting
All my goons kidnap your offsprings while I was working on my golf swing
Oh, sweet dreams, sour nightmares
It’s a cold world, I got an ice grill
No one man should have all that power if he can’t afford to pay the light bills
I got a forcefield over my heartbeat
The window seal with no door key
I’m popping pills to feel more me
Cut off the wings now I’m soaring
And I never feel like poor me
I’d rather feel like the old me
I was born with wheels and I roll deep
I could make the devil get cold feet
Don’t like the clove unless it’s four leaf
Get a pussy wetter than a coral reef
On my face I tatted me a Fleur de Lis
Should I get it covered with a coca leaf?
I could tell you better than you showed me
I could show you better than you told me
I’m an OG up in OT and it’s no sleep till it’s roast beef
I better not hear a Little Bo-Peep
Better go figure, better go deep
Pass no judgement, pass your weed
I’m the goat nigga, no goatee

[Chorus]
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?

[Verse 2]
Sipping on purple like it’s herbal
Bad brown bitch, Lisa Turtle
On turbo, you don’t wanna disturb him
Momma put too much sugar in my Gerber
Damn, I done dropped too many ashes in my turban
I done see so many titties on Bourbon
Live a different kind of lifestyle
Different color diamond got a nigga looking like sherbert
Stepped up to the plate, knocked it out the park
Eat a nigga face like tiger shark
Dressed in all red like Olajuwon
My niggas hit your safe like the holocaust
My niggas catch a case, feel like I got Mossed
My nigga treat the K just like a love
Got a lawyer and an agent but I’m the boss
And my heart always racing but never lost
Hello? I was the illest nigga on child support
Now I’m looking at the riot report
Went and looked at the final score
Bedroom got revolving doors
Bitches in and out smiling more
Than children smiling at a carnival
Ain’t got nothing in common but the common cold
Big B’s nigga, honor roll
Hold up, a nigga found the flow
Started from the bottom bitch
Never been monogamous
Never been monotonous
Never been anonymous
Money is unanimous
Always had accomplices
Always had conglomerates
Always let chopper clip stick out like a bottom lip
You running out of time, so you better know what time it is
You running out of tears and you running out of volunteers
Young Mula bitch, I die for the logo
Cocaine price low, call that a low blow
Tunechi like Pablo, keys in the rowboat
Tunechi in the yacht though, still don’t showboat
Sipping on the slowpoke, moving like a tugboat
Smoking like a steamboat, fucking on a love boat
Better read the ransom note before you read the love note
Don’t know if its sore throat, deep throat or cut throat

[Chorus]
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?

[Outro]
Oh why am I so kamikazee
Why can’t I stay in my seat?
I’m so hyphy
Try me, why do I see these bloody bodies?
Why do I love what I see?
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
RIP, if you can’t live in peace, then you can die in peace
As your eyes close and mines bleed, I need Vizine

Lil Wayne – Vizine

March 5, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Hook]
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?

[Verse 2]
Sipping on purple like it’s herbal
Bad brown bitch, Lisa Turtle
On turbo, you don’t wanna disturb him
Momma put too much sugar in my (?)
Damn, I done dropped too many ashes in my turban
I done see so many titties on Bourbon
Live a different kind of lifestyle
Different color diamond got a nigga looking like sherbert
Stepped up to the plate, knocked it out the park
Eat a nigga face like tiger shark
Dressed in all red like Olajuwon
My niggas hit your safe like the holocaust
My niggas catch a case, feel like I got Mossed
My nigga treat the K just like a (?)
Got a lawyer and an agent but I’m the boss
And my heart always racing but never lost
Hello? I was the illest nigga on child support
Now I’m looking at the riot report
Went and looked at the final score
Bedroom got revolving doors
Bitches in and out smiling more
Than children smiling at a carnival
Ain’t got nothing in common but the common cold
Big B’s nigga, honor roll
Hold up, a nigga found the flow
Started from the bottom bitch
Never been monogamous
Never been monotonous
Never been anonymous
Money is unanimous
Always had accomplices
Always had conglomerates
Always let chopper clip stick out like a bottom lip
You running out of time, so you better know what time it is
You running out of tears and you running out of volunteers
Young Mula bitch, I die for the logo
Cocaine price low, call that a low blow
Tunechi like Pablo, keys in the rowboat
Tunechi in the yacht though, still don’t showboat
Sipping on the slowpoke, moving like a tugboat
Smoking like a steamboat, fucking on a love boat
Better read the ransom note before you read the love note
Don’t know if its sore throat, deep throat or cut throat

[Hook]
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?

[Outro]
Oh why am I so kamikazee
Why can’t I stay in my seat?
I’m so hyphy
Try me, why do I see these bloody bodies?
Why do I love what I see?
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
RIP, if you can’t live in peace, you can die in peace
As your eyes close and mines bleed, I need Vizine

Snoop Dogg – 3’s Company (feat. Chris Brown & O.T. Genasis)

October 25, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Snoop Dogg (& Chris Brown)]
SD, O.T
(Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T….)

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I got 25 ways I can get it
And 20 home boys that’s fully with it
It’s only gon’ take ’bout 30 minutes
From the effects that you feel from the bag of spinach
It’s vintage, authentic, I have no limits
C Walk in the party let the Crips up in it
To handle our business, baby, put your back up in it
CB, OT, yeah we back up in it
The west coast do the most
Take a drag out the dope
House party like a motherfucker full of my folks
He a dog, and a couple of P’s
Pile of seeds, weed, and a couple of G’s
Ooh wee, I got the mic, it’s my turn
The roof is on fire, let that motherfucker burn
We don’t need no water if your daughter is hot
Just send her to the Dogg so I can woop-de-wop

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl, I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Verse 2: O.T. Genasis]
Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip
I’m a long beach nigga, long beach Crip
See her at the party, big thang on her hip
Gun never tiny, you can kiss this tip (muah!)
Handle, got that stick like magic
Never drink it straight, where the Kool-Aid?
Leave a nigga bloody like bootleg
I’m a northside nigga, stand on my toes
Cisco nigga, staying on the hoes
I heard she a flip, ran off her clothes
Threw her in the air, landed on the bros
O.T., SD, CB
Any nigga say some gotta see me
36 O’s, pair of phones
Double M give it up, chunky

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
I ain’t tryna knock your hustle, babe
You know I’m a dog, but there’s no petting
More fire, more loud, we all can blaze
You lookin’ like twins, both hands, two bodies
One I’m in the sheets, other one her knees (sheets)
Mary Jane’s a freak, and I love Molly
I’m tryna paint two Mona Lisa
One black, one white, at the same time
Them strobe lights keep flashing
It’s just me and you two in this room
And it feels like déjà vu
Like I been here with you two, before

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Outro: Chris Brown (& Snoop Dogg)]
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T… (yeah!)
(3’s company, baby)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(You know how we do it, we the west, yo)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(CB, uh, O.T., yeah, SD)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(Ooh wee, ooh wee)

Trippie Redd – Bust Down

September 16, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh, oh
Yeah! 14, 14, baby, yeah
Every time I bring them racks, baby
While we eatin’, spend that bag, the whole bag, baby, I

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, ayy I just got a new Porsche (I just got a new Porsche)
Rocket got a ‘Rari, that’s a new horse (that’s a mothafuckin’ new horse)
Smoke a pussy nigga like a Newport (smoke a nigga like a Newport)
Ayy, yeah, what’s your net worth? (yeah, what’s your net worth?)
Yeah, pussy boy, what’s your net worth? (what’s your mothafuckin’ net worth?)
Diamonds ’round my neck like what my neck worth (what’s your mothafuckin’ net worth?)
Yeah, bitch it’s bust down (bust down, bust down, ayy)

[Chorus]
My wrist is bust down, it’s bust down (bust down)
‘Bout to get my Apple Watch bust down, it’s bust down, yeah (bust down)
Lil’ bitch come through bust down, she bust down (bust down)
I don’t give two fucks now, no fucks now, no (bust down)

[Verse 1]
Rollin’ around with a bad bitch (with a bad bitch)
Yeah, Trippie Redd, I went and copped a bag, bitch
Yeah, spend that money, make it right back, bitch (make it right back, bitch)
Big ballin’, yeah, that’s a habit (that’s a mothafuckin’ habit)
Ooh, in expensive fuckin’ fabric
Stay saucin’ on you, that’s a habit
If I like it, cop it, I’ma have it (I’ma mothafuckin’ have it)
Yeah, steady causin’ havoc
Ooh, makin’ money, boy, you’s a savage
Mama raised a mothafuckin’ savage (that’s a mothafuckin’ savage)
Ooh the streets raised a mothafuckin’ savage
And the industry made me a brand new savage, yeah

[Verse 2]
Bitch, this how you live when you popin’
Ballin’ on you suckers, had no option
Fuckin’ on a mothafuckin’ thottie
That’s a mothafuckin’ new body
It ain’t nobody, ain’t nobody
Swear it ain’t no ho up in my body
Tatted up, OT all on my body
Yeah, boolin’ with a bitch named Armani
Yeah, ayy, just saucin’ and boolin’
I’m just foolin’, I’m all in
I got big racks, a lot to spend, yeah

[Outro]
Give a love letter to you, baby
Had to give you two, baby
If you ain’t heard then you’re too late
Yeah, fresh and clean like toothpaste
Yeah, love letter to you is too great

Kash Doll – 2 On Lyrics

July 23, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Kash Doll]
Wake up in the morning give me head, nigga
Treat me like a queen, breakfast in the bed, nigga
Yeah, if you scared call the rev, nigga
Thick bitch, so you better come prepared nigga
Yeah, OT shit
I be in L.A popping bottles on the beach, shit
I’m so fucking G, we should call this shit the G mix
Kash Doll, Tinashe, baby it’s the remix!

[Hook: Tinashe]
Let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
Let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
I love to let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
Let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
I love 2, let’s roll

[Verse 2: Kash Doll]
Kash Doll, with the ass out
Throw it back, make a grown nigga tap out
Fuck a baller, belly nigga, pull some racks out
If you ain’t got no cash, nigga sit your ass down
Dang, all in a bitch face
Talking bout you bout to ball like, oh bitch, k
I’m with some bad bitches
Type you never had bitches
I might let you hit it, but you couldn’t pay the tab nigga

Vince Staples – Samo (Big Fish Theory Album)

June 29, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Kilo Kish]
Way up, way up
Way up, way up

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Same old thang
Watch me do the same old thang
If I wrote your ass a love song, could I make it bang?
If I pull up with my gun drawn, run, I make it bang
Homie, tell me where you come from, tell me what you bang
Ain’t a damn thing funny, but we laughin’ to the bank
Never blow it on a chain, rather blow my fuckin’ brain
Decorator came from Spain, blow the budget on an accent couch
What that accent ’bout? Southern California livin’
Daddy in and out of prison, ain’t a father to my style
I’m the ODB of the OPB
When I go OT, all the shows sold out
And the hoes show out, tryna be a baby mama
Tryna break a player pockets, that’s a no no
This day forward, I ain’t takin’ photos
And we wear our own clothes, we ain’t givin’ promo no mo’

[Chorus: Vince Staples, (Kilo Kish) & A$AP Rocky]
Just the same old thing (way up, way up)
Watch me do the same old thing
Do the same old thing, do the same old thing (way up, way up)
Watch me do the same old thing, just the same old
Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up)
Same old
Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up)
Chain, big chain, ain’t shit changed, same old thing

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Win the race or fix your face, your woman on my dinner plate
I’m comin’ for that last supper, center seat, I’ve been a G
I traffic ‘cross the interstate
We cracked and launched the murder rate
They know who did the killin’, but they didn’t see
Want a verse? Issa price. Want a show? Issa fee
We don’t do no bargain shoppin’, we don’t show no empathy
Empty out your pockets, $10,000 fee for that talkin’
Eye contact is an extra five
No doubt in mind, we the best alive
No testifyin’, we solid
Never told on my partners
My partna them got bodies
I’m tryna put ’em in ‘Raris
They used to put us in G rides, so now I put ’em in college
Put ’em on with this business then put ’em on with your mama

[Outro : Kilo Kish]
Way up, way up
Way up, way up

Future – I Thank U (Hndrxx Album)

March 22, 2017 by Azlyrics

Pluto
I can see it written all over your face
You doubted me from the first day
And it never went away
So I say this

Girl I thank you, I thank you
I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I wanna thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I wanna thank you, I need to thank you
‘Cause you made me a hustler

You not a part of my destiny, I tell ya
I was just servin’ that fishscale in lobbies, yeah
This money comes faster than a mothafucka and it’s obvious
Pour some more syrup on me
Throw some more dirt on me
But I’m a never give up
Top down in the wintertime, fuck the temperature
They got it heated, now we undefeated
Comin’ so conceited, but I really need it
Eight figures, big tippers
Yacht party, a hundred strippers
Can’t record it, it’s confidential
Presidential, shout out at it to ’em
Fundamentals, keep it really simple
[?], I did for OGD
Save it up and send it OT
Makin’ mills tryna OD
I’m in the Hills tryna find peace
These Bel Air neighbors so nosy
Black Draco, got me cozy
It was perfect timing like a Rollie

Slayter – Smile (Rngl Album)

March 6, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yea it’s just me and you right now

[Hook]
Every time you see me
You know I make you smile
Even though a nigga
Ain’t seen you in a while
Texting on my phone
Said she want it right now
Pop a couple xans
Blackout on the couch
Woke up in her whip
With my dick in her mouth
Audi A4
About to leave out the house
That’s my down bitch
Is what I’m talking about
When I’m hitting licks
She be looking me out

[Verse 1]
And I don’t leave the crib without her
Got my hands and my fingers ’round her
When it’s cold I put the mink around her
Got me paranoid I can’t drink around her
She got some marks on her
From her last nigga
And she always sitting passenger
I try my best not to damage her
I love to finger fuck until she bust

[Verse 2]
She was someone else’s
But now she on my boxers
Take her to my block
I even show her ’round the projects
Every time we come out
The homies say I’m wylin’
They don’t like it when I bring her
Shit be getting violent
We had our little problems
But she always with me
She never gonna leave me
Cause she love the money
She hide behind the trash
When we see the police
Shit went crazy in the city
So I took her OT

[Outro]
ColdGame over everything
I never gave a bitch a wedding ring
But you know my aim killing game

Future – I Thank U Lyrics

February 25, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Pluto
I can see it written all over your face
You doubted me from the first day
And it never went away
So I say this…

[Chorus]
Girl I thank you, I thank you
I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I wanna thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I wanna thank you, I need to thank you
‘Cause you made me a hustler

[Verse]
You not a part of my destiny, I tell ya
I was just servin’ that fishscale in lobbies, yeah
This money comes faster than a mothafucka and it’s obvious
Pour some more syrup on me
Throw some more dirt on me
But I’ma never give up
Top down in the wintertime, fuck the temperature
They got it heated, now we undefeated
Comin’ so conceited, but I really need it
Eight figures, big tippers
Yacht party, a hundred strippers
Can’t record it, it’s confidential
Presidential, shout out at it to ’em
Fundamentals, keep it really simple
Richard Mille, I did for OGD
Save it up and send it OT
Makin’ mills tryna OD
I’m in the Hills tryna find peace
These Bel Air neighbors so nosy
Black Draco, got me cozy
It was perfect timing like a Rollie

Nav – The Man (The Introduction Album)

February 21, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Hook]
Ballin’
Every night a movie scene, this bitch is calling (what’s up)
Say she wanna fuck with me, she pop a Molly
Now she dancing like Billy Jean she wanna go home
And she wanna go wit me cause
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans

[Verse 1]
These niggas rap careers is dead, yeah
Mad cause I’m the man, yeah
They wanna feed me lead, yeah
Better aim for my head, yeah
Even if I don’t live, yeah
My shooters gonna leave you dead, yeah
Rolling off of meds, yeah
His bitch gave me head, yeah
His bitch send me texts, yeah
She said that I’m up next, yeah
She want a brown boy from the Rex, yeah
Smoking on the best, yeah
I’m drinking purple and some red, yeah
Free up Body Fuck the Feds, yeah

[Verse 2]
I need a bitch that’s got some substance
All these bitches want is money
When you see me out in public know I’m rolling off of something
She think I’m drinking Robitussin
You see that Sprite there? Don’t you touch it
She don’t want no broke boy
They want some beats they cost a lot I let them know boy
I feel like french my niggas OT selling Coke boy
They turn the volume up they music making no noise
Don’t take me simple now you know boy

[Verse 3]
"NAV…where are you?"
You know I got those xanies on me shorty, shorty
You know I got them bands on me shorty
You know your boyfriend ain’t the man shorty, shorty
You know your boyfriend ain’t the man shorty
You know I got those xanies on me shorty, shorty
You know I got them bands on me shorty
You know your boyfriend ain’t the man shorty, shorty
You know your boyfriend ain’t the man shorty

[Verse 4]
Yeah I took a couple L’s so you know I’m on the road now
Keep a bad ass bitch and she always stay ten toes down
Is you really riding girl you know I gotta know now
And I keep a couple hitters with me always stay ten toes down
Ten toes down, ten toes down, ten toes down, ten does down

Joey Bada$$ – Victory

February 16, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
Yeah, ’cause this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

[Verse 1]
First things first, uh, shoutout to the sponsors
Everything I do I do it big, I’m a monster
The kid from West Brooklyn, came with the thunder
Every day another triple-double entendre
At times I sit and wonder how I keep from going under
But I always beat the clock like Kyrie Irving at the buzzer
Looking in the crowd, at the audience they love us
Got a team of warriors nobody ranked above us
And I got love for my brothers keep the chemistry strong
We gon’ be up for a while like keep the legacy goin’
The most valuable Pro heading straight for the throne
I’m in a lane of my own, two-three when I get in my zone
Even when I’m OT man I still feel at home
The G-O-A-T when it’s all said and done
They only make legends where I’m from
Been known we won before the song begun

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
’cause this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

[Verse 2]
I know that you wishing he prolly break a leg
And even if they still wheelchair him in the end
‘Til his last stand, swear I got love for my fans
Back by popular demand, I’m the man
All I do is win I feels like a highlight reel
I put numbers on the board even scores up the floor for real
I do it just for sport
Like the homies with the rock in the white tube socks
Word is bond, I am the one
I got it locked, up in the cluster, pressure on
Back on the block, I call the shots
You sit and watch when I’m against the clock I make the world stop
Hold up, but let’s get back to business please
I’ma be up for a while I know you sick of me
Y’all ain’t real ballers, y’all just little leagues
And we ain’t taking no losses we the winning team, East

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
Yeah, ’cause this feels like a victory
The competition look slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

Tory Lanez – New Year / $auce Baby (The New Toronto 2 Mixtape)

January 5, 2017 by Azlyrics

New Year

[Verse]
I said fuck a single bitch ’cause I need two of ya
I said fuck a single bitch, I need a new of ya
I said fuck a single bitch, I need a two-pair
While I’m poppin’ on this bitch just like the new year
All my bitches so outdated, got the new year
She can’t fuck if we ain’t make the new year
She can’t fuck if we ain’t make the new year
I’ll be stuntin’ on you bitches on the new year
You got one bitch, nigga, I got two yeah

$auce Baby

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I might walk in with my niggas just like "Fuck it"
Bitch, I walk in with no niggas, bitch you buggin’
I might take like thirty-thousand out and chuck it
Go to V Live just to see them bitches bust it
Young rich nigga, I came up sellin’
I was on the corner, why them niggas jealous
I was never on the phone talkin’, female-ing
But I always got it sent like it’s emailin’
Yeah, bitch I got the sauce, I don’t need to talk on the train
I can’t hear the line like hushy hushy in the Bay
Rich young nigga, drop a pot off in your laptop
Trapper of the year, I’m gettin’ top off in the trap, yeah
Ballin’, OT ballin’
Every time we walk up in here, it look like the whole team’s Jordan
It’s too much designer that the whole team’s sportin’
So you look at us and think the whole team’s spoiled up

Suck a nigga dick or something

[Verse 2]
It’s a young nigga with the dough
I just bought a chopper with a scope
With this bad bitch, keep it on the low
Happy eatin’ chicken, thuggin’, sleepin’ on the floor
For my bitch in bathrobes, let me move like an asshole
All because the way the cash flow
I’m in Lawrence and I’m tourin’ with a bad, bad, little one
From Houston like a nigga with the Astros
I got ten toes, penny bitches in our pent-floors
On your bitch, I got the infos
Haters act up when they know I’m out with that pacheco
Bitches see me and they move like they nymphos
I like bitches looking good in all they, Snapchats
Fuck around and make a movie, let me snap that
You can fuck those bitches easy, ain’t no Kat Stacks
Don’t be hatin’ on a nigga when I smash that

[Outro]
Fargo, yeah

Schoolboy Q – Dope Dealer (feat. E-40)

November 5, 2016 by Azlyrics

I got a sack of blue faces but my AR black
I got two bitches in my whip and they got hold my strap
I put the knife to the coca leaf and turn that crack
I put the nine to your coconut and pull that back
I see that motherfucker shinin’ snatch your whole damn throat
I got a strike in every pocket of my old ass coat
I use to fly around your city nigga no ID
I get a half and I’mma flip it gotta go OT

I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday, get out the way
I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll
I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga
Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga
Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga
Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga
Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga
Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

Cali niggas is managin’ we havin, Greedy
We got F 57s and we savages, beasty
My little niggas be ampin’, they some P’s, hustlers
Some of them sell candy some sell trees, customers
But personally I’m a rapper, and I’m spectacular, remarkable
Got a way with my words my lingo and vernacular, marketable
I beat a bitch down I promise you I ain’t playin’ (beat his ass)
Stomp his ass out throw him in the garbage can, the trash
The harder the trap you might find me snapping’ bones
The sink on the soil eatin’ dominos
Where the gumbo pots boil the taskforce radar homes, Vamonos
Heavy surveillance, hella copters and drones

I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday
Get out the way
I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll
I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga
Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga
Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga
Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga
Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga
Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

I got them egg whites and them oxtails for the low
Got them hot wheels gotta push start and it go
Got them 16’s of the Act right and its sealt’
We on the frontline when its crunch time to get chilled
You us lil’ niggas love gold chains and them whips
Make me rearrange your whole thang for my hip
I get this motherfucker jumpin’ bitch you know why I came
They told me Thou Shalt not kill when I jumped in the flame
I’m cocoo for the cocoa leaves and I turned it to dope
The money never grew on trees but I’m watching it grow
We talkin’ cold watchin’ hoes tellin’ em that I keep
I get to swinging’ on this chopper nigga, R.I.P

You heard what I mean, its your boy yeah its Smacc mane
Its better livin’ with mines man you heard what I mean
We got break your bitch man we got send her back to you broke man
You funky cock biatch

White stones, panties gone, boom
2 phones, man he on, boom
Bank roll, hella hoes, boom
Big dope, blow your nose, boom
White stones, panties gone, boom
2 phones, man he on, boom
Bank roll, hella hoes, boom
Big dope, blow your nose, boom