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G-Eazy – The Plan lyrics

May 24, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Ayy
I do this shit ’cause I-
Turn, turn it up a little bit
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta blap
Yo, yo, ayy

[Pre-Chorus]
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu, get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Growed up, now I am the man (yeah)
It’s shit you don’t understand (ayy)
Popeye just opened the can
I don’t fuck with no fufu that’s not on my brand (ayy)
Call me when you need a hand (yeah)
In the Bay, I’m Superman (ayy)
YSL on me, God damn
Tell me, why is your girlfriend my number one fan? (yeah)
Always scrutinized
Bags are super sized
Why are you surprised?
Must have mixed us with a different group of guys
Spot the truth or lies
I mean business, but I’m not in suit and ties
Just been prophesized (yeah, uh)
This shit fell right into place (yeah)
Indy 500 my pace (ayy)
Drinking it straight to the face
Liquor and women, two things I don’t chase (uh)
Don’t got a minute to waste (yeah)
Mask off, I’m showing my face (yeah)
Shout-out Dakari, my ace (uh)
They hate so much, it’s a disgrace (uh)
I put ’em back into place (yeah)
I put your bitch in a Wraith
I just snatch her, she’s vanishing without a trace (yeah)

[Chorus]
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (ayy)
Did it, I do it again (no)
Thought that was always the plan
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Ten years, this shit has been brewing (ayy)
I’m like “The fuck you been doing?” (yeah)
Hall of fame, Gerald’s a shoe in
You’ll never be Jordan, you’re more Patrick Ewing (yeah)
Number one spot, I’m pursuing (ayy)
Exclusive like “Who done let you in?”
Money talks, I speak it fluent
Got tired of my bitch, I went got a new one
Quick swish that
This bitch whack
Pack, flip that
Making quick stacks
This shit blap
G did that (uh)
Taking a quick trap nap (yeah)
I go all night and shit
Ain’t gotta hide this shit
This shit’s a freestyle, I ain’t even write this shit
Roll me some, Marty, and I’m finna light this shit (ayy, yeah)
They finna bite this shit, ayy (yeah)
Like jaws swimming on South Beach
This is shit that they don’t teach
Don’t go too far, don’t try too hard, bitch, don’t reach like (uh)
Drugs got me on a level, lock jaw, I got slow speech
I’m courtside, I got floor seats
Next to Rihanna like “Oh sheesh!”

[Outro]
I thought this was always the plan
What were you doing?
What do you mean?
There’s only one way
There’s only one option
There’s only one route to get there, you know?
It’s not going to make itself
When you wake up and check the Chase App
And this shit got more and more digits than a license plate
Them seven-eight figures don’t make themselves, yadadamean?
You gotta get it!
This was always the plan

Young Thug – Family Don’t Matter (Demo) Lyrics

March 14, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, whaddup?
I’m tryna put my dick inside of your panties, yeah
And then I take this shit for granted
I’m at Rolling Loud, right there, rolling out
Smokin’ Backwoods and holdin’ bae
I was gettin’ protected by my savages
Yellow school buses, that’s a Xanny
Causin’ me to sleep and I ain’t plan it (yeehaw)
I got some jobs all day
Roll out the jar all day
I be on Mars all day
I’m with the stars all day, uh
Boss all day
Roll up the raw all day
Babysit your dog all day
‘Bout to watch you jog all day

[Chorus]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Verse 1]
Bagged a bad bitch, I got a foreign son
Tommy gun, found a real Tommy gun
I dropped a milli’ on my chain like I know Barry Bonds
And I got a head full of hair like I’m from Amazon, uh
Glaze that ass like a candle honey, uh
Ferragamo shower shoes for me, uh
Lightbulb, neck got jewels on it, uh
Like an old school, I got some pull, don’t I?
Huh?
Sayin’, abracadabra
Abracadabra, kill all you bastards
I don’t want no wrassle
The bread ambassador
No nothin’ else matter to him
I’m ballin’ like Patrick Ewing
Turn up on you bastards
I’m in a Ghost like Casper
Everything go smooth for me like I got my Masters
Fubu Platinum up, birds in the Acura
Albums platinum and up, I’m killin’ these bastards

[Chorus]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Verse 2]
Country Billy made a couple milli’
Tryna park the Rolls Royce inside the Piccadilly
Oh, he had a couple stripes actually (of course)
Got another half a milli’ in white tees, of course (don’t you panic)
Don’t you take this shit for granted, don’t you panic
When I put my D in your pants, don’t you panic
When I catch up with your bitch, you know I’m smashin’
I can put her on her feet, oh, oh head gasket
You gotta tell me what’s wrong
I can’t wait to deep stroke to the mornin’
‘Bout to put my dick in your mouth right when you yawn
You gotta put that puss’ on my lips, whenever I’m on one
I thank the red doll, so I whip my bum bum
I’m ’bout to fuck somebody girl off this rum, rum (go ‘head)
I’m chasin’ all of these rats like I was Tom (yeah)
But it ain’t even matter, I was tryna kill these bastards

[Chorus]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Bridge]
I’m fuckin’ with you
Yeah, you know I’m fuckin’ with you
Still got the factories on my coupe
Lately, I been lazin’, blamin’ blue
I kept that bag, swoo
I’m hidin’ a futu
My pitbull blue, too
My carpet wool, too
My bitch out Dallas, I’m a maverick
My ear got carrats on it
But none of that shit don’t matter, I was tryna kill these bastards

MoneyBagg Yo – Nonchalant

January 25, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Hook]
All this money got me nonchalant
And stuntin’ on bitches, I be blunt
You see all this sauce on me
I’m the freshest in the joint
I give her the dick then I’m out of there
She like you ain’t shit boy you ought to care
I’m like mhm whatever
Still gon’ let me fuck whenever
I’m like mhm whatever
Still gon’ do whatever I tell her
I’m like mhm whatever
Time is money, ask the bezel

[Verse 1]
Mhm, whatever
Bout my money, gettin’ fella
Bout the cheese like Chester
Dropped a backend on a bezel
Know ‘em with the three letters
CMG on the charm
Bread gang in my pocket
Groupie hoes in the lobby
After we fuck then get up
I’m nonchalant when I nut
I be like go’n bitch, leave
She like you wrong and stuff
She like you ought to care but I can’t
Show her so much money, make her faint
Jewelry like water dripping in the sink
Pull up in a big body like a tank
Balmain cashmere coat
Seventeen-hundred the price
Move around the city catching bombs
Old school Jerry Rice
I might pull up and serve you everything
Then I roll like some dice
Got to be in the air, onto the next site
Louis luggage on the flight

[Verse 2]
All this money got me nonchalant
Roll me up a three five blunt
Throw my neck back, pop a pill
Sixteen O’s, let’s crack a seal
I get it in then get it gone today
Found my feature, pull up then drive away
If it ain’t ‘bout money when we conversate
I be like umm whatever, I’m straight
Side bitch head ain’t ‘bout shit
So I hit up bae and let her do it
She gon’ put her neck into it
Spend some, she gon’ make a nigga do it
I’m in my lane doin’ me
They tryna block my shine, Patrick Ewing
Only thing on my mind is eating
So I’m selling dope while I’m touring
Hearing rumors ‘bout robbing me
I ain’t goin’ for it and you know it
I keep that thang on me
You gon’ hug god if I blow it
Money coming out my pores
Ran it up from the soil
When I come down off that oil
I be nonchalant on you whores

G-Eazy – The Plan

November 12, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Ayy
I do this shit cause I-
Turn, turn it up a little bit
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta blap
Yo, yo, ayy

[Pre-Hook]
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Growed up, now I am the man (yeah)
It’s shit you don’t understand (ayy)
Popeye just opened the can
I don’t fuck with no fufu that’s not on my brand (ayy)
Call me when you need a hand (yeah)
In the bay I’m superman (ayy)
YSL on me, god damn
Tell me, why is your girlfriend my number one fan? (yeah)
Always scrutinized, bags are super sized, why are you surprised?
Must have mixed us with a different group of guys
Spot the truth or lies, I mean business
But I’m not in suit and ties
Just been prophesized (yeah, uh)
This shit fell right into place (yeah)
Indy 500 my pace (ayy)
Drinking it straight to the face
Liquor and women, two things I don’t chase (uh)
Don’t got a minute to waste (yeah)
Mask off I’m showing my face (yeah)
Shoutout Dakari my ace (uh)
They hate so much it’s a disgrace (uh)
I put ’em back into place (yeah)
I put your bitch in a wraith
I just snatch her, she’s vanishing without a trace (yeah)

[Hook]
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (ayy)
Did it I do it again (no)
Thought that was always the plan
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Ten years this shit has been brewing (ayy)
I’m like "The fuck you been doing?" (yeah)
Hall of fame, Gerald’s a shoe in
You’ll never be Jordan, you’re more Patrick Ewing (yeah)
Number one spot, I’m pursuing (ayy)
Exclusive like "who let you in?"
Money talks, I speak it fluent
Got tired of my bitch, I went got a new one
Quick swish that
This bitch whack
Pack, flip that
Making quick stacks
This shit blap
She did that (uh)
Taking a quick trap nap (yeah)
I go all night and shit
Ain’t gotta hide this shit
This shit’s a freestyle, I ain’t even write this shit
Roll me some, Marty, and I’m finna light this shit (ayy, yeah)
My jaw swimming on South Beach
This is shit that they don’t teach
Don’t go too far
Don’t trap too hard
Bitch, don’t reach like (uh)
Drugs got me on a level, lock jaw, got slow speech
I’m courtside, I got floor seats
Next to Rihanna like "Oh Sheesh!"

[Hook]
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (ayy)
Did it I do it again (you know?)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)

Young Thug – Family Don’t Matter (feat. Millie Go Lightly)

October 20, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
My heart so cold I need a icebox
My heart so cold I need a icebox
Icebox jewelry I need help, come and rescue me

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Millie Go Lightly]
Yeah, whaddup
I’m tryna put my dick inside of your panties, yeah
And then I take this shit for granted
I been rolling loud, right at Rolling Loud
Smokin’ backwoods in northern bay
I was getting protected by my savages
Yellow school buses that’s a xanny
Causing me to sleep and I ain’t plan it (yee-haw!)
I got some jobs all day
Roll out the jar all day
I be on Mars all day
I’m with the stars all day
Boss all day
Roll up the raw all day
Babysit your dog all day
Boutta watch you jog all day

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Bagged a bad bitch, I got a foreign son
Tommy gun, found a real Tommy gun
I dropped a milly on my chain like I know Barry Bonds
And I got a head full of hair like I’m from Amazon, uhh
Glaze that ass like a candle honey, uhh
Ferragamo shower shoes for me, uhh
Lightbulb, neck got jewels on it, uhh
Like an ol’ school I got some pull, don’t I?
Satan, abracadabra
Abracadabra, kill all you bastards
I don’t want no wrassle
The bread ambassador
No nothin’ else matter to him
I’m ballin’ like Patrick Ewing
Turn up on you bastards
I’m in a Ghost like Casper
Everything go smooth for me, like I got my Masters
Fubu Platinum up, birds in the Acura
Albums platinum and up, I’m killin’ these bastards

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Country Billy made a couple milly
Tryna park the Rolls Royce inside the Piccadilly
Oh he had a couple stripes actually (of course)
Got another half a milly in white tees, of course (don’t you panic)
Don’t you take this shit for granted, don’t you panic
When I put my D in your pants, don’t you panic
When I catch up with your bitch you know I’m smashing
I can put her on her feet, oh, oh head gasket
You gotta tell me what’s wrong
I can’t wait to deep stroke to the morning
‘Bouta put my dick in your mouth right when you yawn
You gotta put that puss on my lips whenever I’m on one
I thank the red doll so I whip my bum bum
I’m ’bout to fuck somebody girl off this rum, rum (go head)
I’m chasing all of these rats like I was Tom (yeah)
But it ain’t e’en matter, I was trying kill these bastards

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Bridge: Millie Go Lightly & Young Thug]
Rolling through the W6
You feeling me, I’m feeling you
Falling deep, too deep
Purple dreams to catch myself (to catch myself)
I be havin’ nightmares shaped like you
You be blowin’ smoke clouds shaped like me
I be havin’ nightmares shaped like you
You be blowin’ smoke clouds shaped like
Two cups, can I drown in my mind too?
Hear the track, spin it back, catch a vibe too
This the shit that be bad, so bad it’s good for you
I just thought that you should know
Take a hit, we can sip like it’s medicine
Chemistry, remedy, there’s no better than
This the shit that be bad, so bad it’s good for you

[Outro: Young Thug]
My heart so cold, I need a Icebox
My heart so cold, I need a Icebox
Icebox Jewelry
I need you come and rescue me

Young Thug – Family Don’t Matter (feat. Millie Go Lightly) (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

June 16, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Millie Go Lightly]
Yeah, whaddup
I’m tryina put my dick inside of yo panties
And when I tell this shit [???]
I be rolling loud
While they rolling loud
Smokin backwoods and moving baggage
I was getting protected by my savages
Yellow school buses that’s a Xanax
Causing me to sleep and I ain’t plan it (yee haw)
I got some jobs all day
Roll out the jar all day
I be on Mars all day
I’m with the stars all day
Boss all day
Roll up the raw all day
Babysit your dog all day
Boutta watch you jog all day

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Bagged a bad bitch, I got a foreign son
Tommy gun, found a real tommy gun
I dropped a milly on my chain, I got no Barry Bonds
And I got a head full of hair like I’m from Amazon
Uhh, light that ass like a candle honey
Uhh, Ferigamo shower shoes for me
Uhh, light pole and it got jewels on it
Uhh, like an ol’ school I got some pooled on it
Huhh, Satan, abracadbra, abracadbra
Kill all you bastards, I want no wrestle
The bread ambassador, no nuttin else matter to him
I’m ballin’ like Patrick Ewing
Turn up on you bastards
Hop in a ghost like Casper
Everything go smooth for me, like I got my Masters
Fubu platinum up, birds in the Acura
Albums platinum up, I kill any bastards

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Country Billy made a couple milly
Tryna park the Rolls Royce inside the Picadilly
All he had couple strikes ??? (of course)
Got another half a milly in white tees, of course
Don’t you panic, don’t you take this shit for granted
Don’t you panic, when I put my dick in your panties
Don’t you panic, when I catch up with yo bitch you know I’m smashing
I, I can put her on her feet, oh, oh head ??
You gotta tell me what’s wrong
I can’t wait to deep stroke to the morning
I gotta put my dick in yo mouth right when you yawn
You gotta put that puss on my lips whenever I’m on one
I think the red dot, so I put my bum, bum
I’m bout to fuck somebody girl off this rum, rum (Go head)
I’m chasing all of these rats like I was Tom (yeah)
But it ain’t e’en matter, I was trying kill these bastards

[Bridge: Millie Go Lightly]
Rolling through the W6
You feeling me
I’m feeling you
Falling deep, too deep
Purple dreams of Cashmere silk
I be havin’ nightmares shaped like you
You be blowin’ smoke out shaped like me
I be havin’ nightmares shaped like you
You be blowin’ smoke out shaped like me
Two cups can I drown? And I might too
Hear the track, spin it back, catch a vibe
This the shit that be bad, so bad it’s good for you
I just thought that you should know
Take a hit, we can sip like it’s medicine
Chemistry, remedy, there’s no better than
This the shit that be bad, so bad it’s good for you