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Lee Brice – Little Things Lyrics

June 26, 2020 by

Yeah, you might say he ain’t got much to his name
Sitting on the porch and waiting on the rain
His corn homegrown, lest the good Lord sheds his tears
He smiles and says, "There’s always next year"
Yeah money, it don’t come easy
But sonny, that ain’t what’s gonna please me
(It’s the little things)

I got a pretty girl on my left, old dog on my right
Cold beer in my hand on a Saturday night
You add it all up, it’s bigger than you think
You don’t need much, it’s just the little things

Yeah, it’s the little things

He knows that old truck’ll crank, yeah, it always turns over
Ain’t got no need for a black Range Rover
They got around calls and the tape deck saints[?]
What more could you need than just them little things

Got a pretty girl on my left, old dog on my right
Cold beer in my hand on a Saturday night
You add it all up, it’s bigger than you think
You don’t need much, it’s just the little things, yeah

Just them little things
Oh, like a guitar player with a slide!
Yeah

I got a pretty girl on my left, old dog on my right
Cold beer in my hand on a Saturday night
You add it all up, it’s bigger than you think
You don’t need much, it’s just the little things
Hey!

I got a pretty girl on my left, old dog on my right
Cold beer in my hand on a Saturday night
You add it all up, it’s bigger than you think
You don’t need much, it’s just the little things

(Hm, what!?)
Yeah!
Yeah, I like it like that

Young Thug – Mellow (Remix) Lyrics

September 7, 2019 by Azlyrics

Play this song

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You spend a weekend with me, I spend a lifetime on you
You put a beacon baby, you know your love is the truth
I bought a coupe and baby, I’ll hand it over to you
Punana come to daddy
Answer the phone for her on FaceTime like, hello (Aye)
Said hello (Yeah)
I’m restin’ gettin’ mellow (Aye)
Eat your flesh and stay mellow (Yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Had nothin’ but a cigarillo (Had nothin’ but a cigarillo)
She came through with Backwoods (She came through with Backwoods)
That’s part of the reason I love her (That’s part of the reason I love her)
I’m her dresser, no bluffin’ (I’m her dresser, no bluffin’)

[Verse 1: Gunna & 6LACK]
The white marble dresser with a picture of you (Picture of you)
Put a hold on my schedule, put a reservation for two (Reservation for two)
Shopping is a pleasure, and I feed your attitude (Feed your attitude)
Put you on a pedestal, take a trip to Cancun (Trip to Cancun)
Trip to Cancun, how about trip a to south of Bali (South of Bali)
Keep a lil’ leg room, she can turn a bedroom into Follies (Bedroom into Follies )
She’ll probably take a bullet for a nigga, something these bitches won’t do (Something these bitches won’t do)
I can uno dos you (I can uno dos you)
Or I could split up the loot (Or I could split up the loot)
Show me your commitment, I’ma do the same for you (Do the same for you)
Told me you gonna ride or die, so I bought a coupe for us two (Bought a coupe for us two)
Italy her whole life, bought her everything brand new (Brand new)
Diamonds keep me frostbite, I’m just tryna keep my cool (Yryna keep my cool)
Tryna keep my cool, that ain’t easy to do
Get high like a skyline, need to give me time to regroup (Time to regroup)
On the pavement so I keep that, now she feel like she in school (Like she in school)
Teach you game like a tutor, you won’t fall in love with a fool (Fall in love with a fool)

[Verse 2: Lil Baby & Young Thug]
Ain’t no want no cappin’ (No cappin’)
I’ve been onto better things, these niggas so last year (So last year)
I’m in the back seat of the Maybach with a soul snatcher (Soul catcher)
I just switched lanes and go slow, they probably still won’t catch us (Still won’t catch us )
Bae I love your accent, and what’s your practice? (What’s your practice?)
Baby I love your practice, like I love my practice
Talkin’ ’bout stripper practice, and why wall [?]
It’s just all madness, chopper’s a desert cactus
Range Rover autobiography, ain’t doin’ no slakin’
Ain’t no more trappin’, car too fast need traction
Bad lil’ ten, she nasty
Diamonds on fleek, they dancin’
Woah, Oh

blackbear – do re mi lyrics

May 22, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Do, re, mi, fa, so
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Do, re, mi, fa, so
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, if I could go back to the day we met
I probably would just stay in bed
You run your mouth all over town
And this one goes out to the sound
Of breaking glass on my Range Rover
Pay me back or bitch, it’s over
All the presents I would send
Fuck my friends behind my shoulder
Next time I’ma stay asleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
And you got me thinking lately
Bitch, you crazy
And nothing’s ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya
It go like

[Chorus]
Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, girl
So fuckin’ done with all the games you play
I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and O’s on another note
I’m do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, baby
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)

[Verse 2]
If I could go back to the day we met
I probably would’ve stayed in bed
You wake up everyday
And make me feel like I’m incompetent
Designer shoes and Xanax tabs
Compliments your make-up bag
You never had to buy yourself a drink
‘Cause everybody want to tap that ass sometime

[Pre-Chorus]
And you got me thinking lately
Bitch, you crazy
And nothing’s ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya
It go like

[Bridge]
(And you got me thinking lately, yeah)
(Bitch, you crazy)
(And nothing’s ever good enough)
I wrote a little song for you, it go like

[Outro]
(So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost)
Do, re, mi, fa, so
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost

A$AP Rocky – West Side Highway (feat. James Fauntleroy) lyrics

May 3, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
These days of preference has no complexion
You could be light, dark, mixed or fair skin
Just light the candle, [gold sweats] down the handle, life’s a gamble
And she know, love with me is like a sea note, a side a [?]
A couple white lies, a cup of white wine a pino, Italian grigio
House keys to [?]
Ride from overseas but that’s basic
Wasted high on the west side highway
Drunk enough to fuck with, face it

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Hangovers, leftovers in the Range Rover
Shame on her, make up or get a makeover
Thank over, glim fitted start to takeover
When I brainstorm, all the hoes ain’t got a thing on her
Audemars, season order like summer fall
I throw the Audemars, then I throw out all the ball
New Dior from the boutique store
Only thing in common that we got is that we want it all
Little cutie pie, saw her looking super fly
More Justin Timberlake on my suit and tie
Try to scrutinize, cause I keep two inside
Suicides, no sir, hoes get the uber ride
Or we can kiss ’til the sun come up
Or, sit on my lap ’til somethin’ come up
Jean really wanna club, I don’t really wanna judge
Girl just wanna have fun ’til the fun run up

[Pre-Hook: James Fauntleroy]
On the high way to my place, it’s higher than you ever been
By to my way, we be all day, me, you and all your friends
In love, fuckin’ in love
Just too much

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]

[Pre-Hook: James Fauntleroy]

CHARLI XCX – Delicious lyrics

December 15, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Tommy Cash]
E-e-e-e-X-C-X
Eto ochen’ vkusno!
Charli, Cash
Cash, cash, cash, cash, cash

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
I always think about you when I’m high
I wanna hear you whisper on the telephone, yeah
You call me up and then I’m satisfied
I touch myself and then I’m not alone no more
I always think about you when I’m high
I wanna hear you whisper on the telephone, yeah
You call me up and then I’m satisfied
Do somethin’ special to me

[Verse 1: Charli XCX]
Wanna take your picture, you’re so delicious
Gimme icy vision, the head so clever
Can you keep me with ya?
Gotta touch your treasure, icy like November
The vicious kingdom
Wanna take your picture, you’re so delicious
Like the architecture, I won’t forget you
Got me in the bathroom, got me in the mirror
Puttin’ on the pressure
(E-e-X-C-X)

[Verse 2: Tommy Cash]
Oh
There’s no wifi in forest
I found a better connection (Connect)
No mirrors nearby, but I see a better reflection
I was f*cked by the nature, we didn’t use protection
Made a lot of trees, they are now in a book section
No cameras, no lights, but a lot of action (Flash)
Yeah, Summer turnin’ Winter, c’mon little mama Jackson
Slow like water, no Beats by Dre, but beats by your father

[Chorus: Tommy Cash]
I always think about you when I’m high, yeah, yeah
I wanna hear you whisper on the telephone, yeah, yeah
You call me up then I’m satisfied, yeah, yeah
Touch myself then I’m not alone, yeah
I always think about you when I’m high, high, high, high
I wanna hear you whisper on the telephone, yeah
You call me up and I’m satis-satisfied, yeah, ye-

[Interlude]
Boom clap, the sound of my heart
Alio?

[Verse 3: Charli XCX]
Tell it to me, do it straightforward
Run it up and then we fast forward
Tint the windows on the Range Rover
Drive it in like you’re the best chauffeur
Switch it up, bipolar
Colorado, how you take over
Got an angel, got me real closer
Running it just like a halo, yeah
Never let me go, never let me go, no
Want a little more, when it rains, it pours, yeah
I’ma care for you, run it up and then we fast forward
Leave a message here, record on, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Charli XCX & Tommy Cash]
I always think about you when I’m high (When I’m high)
I wanna hear you whisper on the telephone, yeah (Tele-tele)
You call me up and then I’m satisfied
I touch myself and then I’m not alone no more (No more)
I always think about you when I’m high (When I’m high)
I wanna hear you whisper on the telephone, yeah
You call me up and then I’m satisfied
Suka, pochemu ty mne ne zvonish’? Pochemu ty mne ne zvonish’, a?
I touch myself and then I’m not alone no more

I always think about you when I’m high (When I’m high)
I wanna hear you whisper on the telephone, yeah
You call me up and then I’m satisfied
I touch myself and then I’m not alone no more
I always think about you when I’m high
I wanna hear you whisper on the telephone, yeah
You call me up and then I’m satisfied
Do somethin’ special to me

[Outro: Tommy Cash]
Delicious
Delicious
Delicious

Do re mi – Blackbear feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

September 11, 2017 by Azlyrics

Lyrics Blackbear – Do re mi

Do re mi, fa, so
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh. (x2)

Yeah, if I could go back to the day we met
I probably would just stay in bed
You run your mouth all over town
And this one goes out to the sound
Of breaking glass on my Range Rover
Pay me back or b***h, it’s over
All the presents I would send
f*ck my friends behind my shoulder
Next time I’ma stay asleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep, ohhh.

And you got me thinking lately
B***h, you crazy
And nothing’s ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya
It go like.

Do, re, mi, fa, so f*ckin’ done with you, girl
So f*ckin’ done with all the games you play
I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and O’s on another note
I’m do, re, mi, fa, so f*ckin’ done with you, baby
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)

If I could go back to the day we met
I probably would’ve stayed in bed
You wake up everyday
And make me feel like I’m incompetent
Designer shoes and Xanax tabs
Compliments your make-up bag
You never had to buy yourself a drink
‘Cause everybody want to tap that a*s sometime.

And you got me thinking lately
B*tch, you crazy
And nothing’s ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya
It go like..

Do, re, mi, fa, so f*ckin’ done with you, girl
So f*ckin’ done with all the games you play
I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe versuri-lyrics.info
Send the X and O’s on another note
I’m do, re, mi, fa, so f*ckin’ done with you, baby
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost.

(And you got me thinking lately, yeah)
(And nothing’s ever good enough)
I wrote a little song for you, it go like.

(So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost)
Do, re, mi, fa, so
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghosttt.
Blackbear lyrics
Video mi

Future – My Collection

July 15, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
I’ve been in the stu late, workin’, no residuals
If we never speak again, I’m just glad I got to tell you truth
Ain’t playin’ count em’
You wanna come to paradise?
Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto?
Haha

[Verse 1]
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
She got a few athletes on speed dial
I’m tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial
And these codeine habits ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
No this codeine ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
I used to sell dope at my grandma’s house, as a rude child
All these cameras on, fuckin’ with my mood, wild
And these chains clinkin’ back and forth, they too loud
They know damn well this wasn’t promised
I know damn well this must be karma
Left every pair of Margielas at the condo
Technically I never packed up and leave
Left 80 racks in the dresser, you can keep
And I got this bad ting at disposal
I cooked it up and then I went global
My baby mama push a Range Rover
Had to make sure I got it fully loaded
Can’t be the one and then you get exposed
If you the one, then God will let me know
But at the same time, I like to vibe with one
I’m paranoid, I gotta ride with one
And I had to ‘splain to her last night
Had to send this one freak on the last flight
Had to send this one freak on the last flight

[Chorus]
Won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection

[Verse 2]
Standin’ on Black Sox, meet me at the yacht dock
Icin’ out the clock, watch, bitches on my cock
Yeah, maybe it’s the drop, yeah
We get in our feelings, yeah
I don’t know how you would feel about if I ain’t have millions, yeah
I’m conversin’ with you, I hope you hear me, yeah
Keep my promise, take my love with you everywhere
And hell no it ain’t about no braggin’ rights
But even if it was, shit I got it
Pinstripes on a hardtop Bugatti
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
I’ma keep it genuine and tell the truth to you
I got this jawn, she know what to do with me
And right now I don’t know what to do with you
I don’t wanna sound like I’m bein’ rude with you
She caught a red eye, leavin’ L.A
I shoulda gave her to the valet
And I had to tell her ’bout Miami
After she came with no panty

PARTYNEXTDOOR – Team lyrics

June 27, 2017 by Azlyrics

Ferina
They don’t know, now they know
I’ve been too busy getting money
I’ve been too busy playing these games that they play
That they want to play with me

M-m-m-Murda

She tell that I ball from the [?] money, ayy
You can’t win a ring when you only play [?]
When you win a ring I’mma keep you on the team
When you win a ring I’mma keep you on the team
I’mma keep you on the team
I’mma keep you on the team, baby
On the team, baby
I’mma keep you on the team
I’mma keep you on the team
I’mma keep you on the team, baby
On the team

Range Rover, Range Rover
Seventeen in a Ranger Rover
Seventeen and she came over
That’s why I’m that [?]
Pull up in that, pshhh
In that, pshhh, I ain’t know (ayy, ayy)
Come away in that [?} right now
[?] when the tides die down
You don’t know
How many can you tell that you slipped
You’ve been here and you been there, done that (whoa, whoa)
I’ve seen models, been there, been done that
I need [?]
She up in the [?] house, come to Drake house
[?]

Spend the next night over PARTY house
Then she turn around and wanna lay in my house
No, she wanna ring you, ‘lil mama just wanna be champion
She want a ring, don’t give me your heart
I promise, I promise, I’ll damage it
Don’t give me your heart
I was growed up and raised by savages (savages, savages)
And I was trained, just to go chase the cabbages, ayy
Damn, my hand got calluses
You too old when you fuck up the CLS (smash!)
I got five hoes in my palace
Drinking on [?], now you got [?] (damn)
Put this bitch on more mileage
Got her late for her class in college
Even though the pussy [?], got mileage
When I get it, yeah I’m dabbing and styling

Shawty thought she want a baller now she like “No, no, no”
Shawty thought that a nigga wouldn’t call her
Now I’m like “Whoa, whoa, whoa”
If I want that, I’mma get that
Get that, get that, uhh
If I want that, I’mma get that
If I want that, I’mma get that, oh yeah
If I want that, I’mma get that, oh yeah
I’m ‘gone make her put it all on me, baby
I’m ‘gone make her put it all on me, baby
I’m ‘gone make her put it all on me, baby
I’m ‘gone make her put it all on me, baby

Young Dro – Basqquiat (feat. London Jae)

April 18, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Pre-hook: Young Dro]
Turn it
Bitch pop it, get cheddar
Stupid ice (Water, water)
Louboutins on my feet (fleet, fleet)
Baller, baller
Ferragamo Gucci Louis (Pressure, pressure, pressure)
I can brick it, I can flip it (Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir)

[Chorus: London Jae]
I got two bitches wit me and it going my way
I got two pistols on me and I’m gunning my way
On a perk and a [??] gettin’ mo’ [??]
Got it made in the sha[??], gettin’ money my way

[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Gettin’ brain in the chevy while the motor runnin’
In the club on the gas, smell it all up on me
Bitch back up on me, got that Rollie on me
Tell your partner quit watchin’, got the .40 on me
Then pop a dose, eatin’ ge[??] every day
Benihana wit’ lil mama, double white steak
In a Tesla, blowin’ pressure, bumpin’ [??] King
Martin Luther King, I’m Mr. everything
[??], I got hoes, red bottom toes
I got hoes in the phone, they’re my autumn hoes
Every week switch the paint, that’s the baller code
Chopper, chopper, chopper, chopper
Sneeze, whiping nose
Dro pop and get cheddar

[Pre-Hook: Young Dro]
Bitch pop it, get cheddar
Stupid ice (Water, water)
Louboutins on my feet (fleet, fleet)
Baller, baller
Ferragamo, Gucci, Louis (Pressure, pressure, pressure)
I can brick it, I can flip it (Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir)

[Verse 2: Young dro]
Range Rover, take my truck in a safari
Test the roads with the ‘Rari
My lil’ btich look like Barbie
Fuck [??], we go to Hardys
Sniper rifle, don’t start me
[??] Benz, no car key
Clean whip, same color Bacardi
I’m riding round bumpin’ Paul McCartney
Oysters, large squids, shark meat
I’m saucy and I’m elegant bitch, pardon me
I’m really a killer, thriller manilla
Look how I did ’em, come to a world Basquait art meet
I’m really a chief, what kind of beef you want with Dro?
[??]

Future – My Collection (Hndrxx Album)

March 22, 2017 by Azlyrics

I’ve been in the stu late, workin’, no residuals
If we never speak again, I’m just glad I got to tell you truth
Ain’t playin’ count em’
You wanna come to paradise?
Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto?
Haha

She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
She got a few athletes on speed dial
I’m tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial
And these codeine handles ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
No this codeine ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
I used to sell dope at my grandma’s house, as a rude child
All these cameras on, fuckin’ with my mood, wild
And these chains clinkin’ back and forth, they too loud
They know damn well this wasn’t promised
I know damn well this must be promised
Left every pair of Margielas at the condo
Technically I never packed up and leave
Left 80 racks in the dresser, you can keep
And I got this bad ting at disposal
I cooked it up and then I went global
My baby mama push a Range Rover
Had to make sure I got it fully loaded
Can’t be the one and then you get exposed
If you the one, then God will let me know
But at the same time, I like to vibe with one
I’m paranoid, I gotta ride with one
And I had to ‘splain to her last night
Had to send this one freak on the last flight
Had to send this one freak on the last flight

Won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection

Standin’ on black socks, meet me at the yacht dock
Icin’ out the clock, watch, bitches on my cock
Yeah, maybe it’s the drop, yeah
We get in our feelings, yeah
I don’t know how you would feel about if I ain’t have millions, yeah
I’m conversin’ with you, I hope you hear me, yeah
Keep my promise, take my love with you everywhere
And hell no it ain’t about no braggin’ rights
But even if it was, shit I got it
Pinstripes on a hardtop Bugatti
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
I’m a keep it genuine and tell the truth to you
I got this joint, she know what to do with me
And right now I don’t know what to do with you
I don’t wanna sound like I’m bein’ rude with you
She caught a red eye, leavin’ L.A
I shoulda gave her to the valet
And I had to tell her ’bout Miami
After she came with no panty

Pouya & Fat Nick – Boom (Drop Out Of School Album)

March 7, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Hook: Fat Nick]
My diamonds are drippin’ yours don’t
You say you gon’ fuck but she won’t
My plug got it boomin’ back home
I go stuntin’ just flooded the moon
Boom, boom, boom
Made the Audi zoom
Boom, boom, boom
Made the Audi zoom
My diamonds are drippin’ yours don’t
You say you gon’ fuck but she won’t
My plug got it boomin’ back home
I go stuntin’ just flooded the moon
Boom, boom, boom
Made the Audi zoom
Boom, boom, boom
Made the Audi zoom

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
Big ol’ dick extended, come in hot we hittin’ shit
Poppin’ oxys they all blues, bitch I’m with the shits
All these Robins, got bankrolls Margiela on my toes
Pussy open up the pit and blood gon’ hit the floor
Pull up flexin’ BOOM BOOM BOOM
Come meet my A.K boy
You gon’ hear the Uzi drop the bodies pussy boy
I can pull up, foreign coupe
Your bitches they love me, it’s true
Six figures extended are new
Remixing your pint, you drink glue

[Verse 2: Pouya]
Came from the dirt and now we boomin’ through the city boy
Hating on me but you still the one listening to my C.D boy
You see me boy, wanna be me boy
Fat Nick on this thing [?] your talkin’ and bitching lil’ boy
I wanna know what you got in your soda
That got you stuck on your sofa
Pull out the dick out the holster
Pull up in a Range Rover
Still got the devil on my shoulder, yeah
Get out my face and move over, yeah
I don’t got time for these rappers no more
Cause these rappers they paying homage to my flow

[Outro: Fat Nick]
My diamonds are drippin’ yours don’t
You say you gon’ fuck but she won’t
My plug got it boomin’ back home
I go stuntin’ just flooded the moon
Boom, boom, boom
Made the Audi zoom
Boom, boom, boom
Made the Audi zoom

Future – My Collection Lyrics

February 26, 2017 by Azlyrics

Future – Flip (Future Album)

February 17, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
If you gang, gang, gang, that’s what’s up with me
Freebandz
Fire Marshall

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)

[Verse 1]
2017 with the captains (flip)
The price too high, you must be cappin’ (flip)
All these Franklins got me trappin’ (flip, flip)
Sippin’ on Screw, I’m very active (flip, flip)
A half a milli, got matted
Your main bitch got batted
Got a clear view, no static
That’s a VVS on my fabrics
Chanel drapes one of one
I pay the rates to the Lord
Blitz, nigga, I’m a boss
Had the mail with me, I’m a star

[Verse 2]
I’m gone past the moon, what you tellin’ me?
That nigga’s a goon, what you tellin’ me?
The bitch in the room, what you tellin’ me?
I’m hotter than the sun, what you tellin’ me?
These niggas my sons, what you tellin’ me?
They eat up my crumbs, what you tellin’ me?
Your brother a bum, what you tellin’ me?
Straight out the slums, what you tellin’ me?
I came out the mud, I’m stashin’ the drugs
Gotta bring out the tub of Ace
I was never in love with the Wraith
Got a new Panorama on the way
Went to Pluto, beyond with my cape
Can’t run when the drum in your face
I’m the mothafuckin’ don, why you hatin’?

[Outro]
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Future – Flip lyrics

February 16, 2017 by Azlyrics

If you gang, gang, gang, that’s what’s up with me
Freebandz
Fire Marshall

PnB Rock – Range Rover (Gttm Goin Thru The Motions Album)

February 1, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
Rollie all on my wrist, bitch I ball no assist
Smoking weed by the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 1]
All these cups, all these bottles
All these drugs, all these models
We get to that money nigga can’t nothing stop us
You can do what you want nigga when you know you poppin’
Diamonds they dancing all up over chain
These bitches they see me, they going insane
I take his bitch, I know that he sick
And he can’t do shit cause I know he a lame
I’mma skkrt off in the Range
I just got offered some brain
I’m getting all of this change
My new bitch: she came from Spain

[Pre-Hook]
Flexin’, I be flexin’ and finessin’
They hating, niggas hating, I got them stressed
I’m ballin’, I’ve been ballin’ for a while now
I came up super fast and they wonder how now

[Verse 2]
I ain’t ever sober, super lit, yeah that’s my lifestyle
Fucked a bitch last night, she tryna be my wife now
Niggas hating, try to rob, they see all my ice now
Hitters will be right now, they’ll take your life now
I was broke, now I’m rich, now I could buy any whip
Now I could fuck any bitch, taking hoes on trips
I’m throwing it up how I wanna
I move to LA for the summer
I smoke on the bus, marijuana
I feel like the number one stunna

PnB Rock – Range Rover Lyrics

January 14, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
All in my whip, [?]
Smoking weed my the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 1]
All these hooks, all these bottles
All these jugs, all these models
We get to that money nigga can’t nothing stop us
You can do what you want nigga when you know you poppin’
Diamonds they dancing all up over chain
These bitches they see me, they going insane
I take his bitch, I know that he sick
And he can’t do shit cause I know your lane
I’mma skkrt off in the Range
I just got offered some brain
I’m getting all of this change
My new bitch: she came from Spain

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
All in my whip, [?]
Smoking weed my the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 2]
I ain’t ever sober, super late, yeah that’s my lifestyle
Fucked a bitch last night, she tryna be my wife now
Niggas hating, try to rob, they see all my ice now
Hitters will be right now, they ain’t taking life now
I was broke, now I’m rich, I could buy a new whip
Now I could fuck any bitch, taking hoes on trips
I’m throwing it up how I wanna
I move to LA for the summer
I smoke on the bus, marijuana
I feel like the number one stunter

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
All in my whip, [?]
Smoking weed my the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

Kevin Gates – My Momma Know Lyrics

December 23, 2016 by Azlyrics

[INTRO]
Niggas talk about rap
And it’s a business

Niggas talk about hustling
But it’s a business

In order to excel in the business
You gotta be business minded

[VERSE 1]
How you survive in the clench when
Don’t nobody love you
Grippin on a slip and get to trippin
It’ll snuff you

Death down the block
And it – gotta be waiting
Fist fights – shoot outs – high speed chases

Bitch you ain’t gangster
Why he be fakin
Talkin to them hoes
Why he be hatin

Out the gate I’m an ape
And you know I am
Get to bustin – bullet crush him
Like a soda can
Seein empty soda cans
Up and down the sidewalk
Kids running bare feet
Up and down the sidewalk

I’m in that south
Show you what that street like
Gates live that street life
Discreet under street lights

I wanna stop hustlin
I wanna change over
But right now a nigga aim
On that Range Rover

Lord forgive me for the brains
I done blowed away
Put that on my unborn child
And my throw away

[Chorus]
My momma know I hustle
My momma I’m gutter
My momma don’t want me to end
Up like my fucking brother

My momma know I hustle
My momma I’m gutter
My momma know I’m a killer
Caught up in the struggle

My momma know I hustle
My momma I’m gutter
My momma don’t want me to end
Up like my fucking brother

My momma know I hustle
My momma I’m gutter
My momma know I’m a killer
Caught up in the struggle

[VERSE 2]
Draw heat to the corner
From the stitching of my jacket pocket
To my shoulders round the collar
Of my jacket lining

Whoever thought that the same bitch
Would try to do me
From Harlem Nights – on a Harlem night
Watching movies

We at her crib and she urging me to go inside
After chatting about a balcony – and solo live
I guess so – but I’m going in with open eyes
A nigga hiding in the closet will be no surprise

We start touching – now I’m licking on her open thigh
Never got a chance to UHH – somebody opened fire
I tried reaching for that tool – but the toaster move
You on the floor – with no clothes
What you supposed to do
Being set up – seeing what that hoe will do
The triggerman – being somebody that’s close to you

Naked and you shaking – heart pacing
You could feel it
Praying if the lord let me make it
I’mma kill him

[Chorus]
My momma know I hustle
My momma I’m gutter
My momma don’t want me to end
Up like my fucking brother

My momma know I hustle
My momma I’m gutter
My momma know I’m a killer
Caught up in the struggle

My momma know I hustle
My momma I’m gutter
My momma don’t want me to end
Up like my fucking brother

My momma know I hustle
My momma I’m gutter
My momma know I’m a killer
Caught up in the struggle

[VERSE 3]
Strength – you supposed to be strong
You posted around him – you ‘posed to be on
Questioning yourself – wonder what they want you dead for
Sleeping in your tennis – don’t believe in bed clothes

Running in my room – I just took one in my sleeves
(well nigga what you did to him)
Oh he took one where he sneeze
We’ll hook up when you free
Got a hook up on the keys
Frah – go lay the d she be cooking them with ease

Look what I been through
Life ain’t nice to me
Big brother kidnapped
Little brother don’t write to me

I’m stuck in this driver’s seat
Satan is to the right of me
Niggas don’t like me
And they wanna take my life from me

I’m in the slum
While niggas fuck my wife to be
She a slut – I ain’t trippin
It’s alright with me

Know what it is
And understand what it stand for
Dead game
What the fuck a nigga stand for

[Chorus]
My momma know I hustle
My momma I’m gutter
My momma don’t want me to end
Up like my fucking brother

My momma know I hustle
My momma I’m gutter
My momma know I’m a killer
Caught up in the struggle

My momma know I hustle
My momma I’m gutter
My momma don’t want me to end
Up like my fucking brother

My momma know I hustle
My momma I’m gutter
My momma know I’m a killer
Caught up in the struggle

Lloyd Banks – Compensate (Halloween Havoc 3 Mixtape)

November 8, 2016 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1]
I bet your write up your list
Break off the motherfuckers proper
Groupies siphoned from cliques
Nigga you always been a hopper
What you hope to turn into then turned on me with a shocker
Boy you’ve been growing your own bud, you took a swim in vodka
If I come back to this planet, I’ll be fresher
Strong as Brock Lesnar
With an army of faithful followers, the shorty mind wrecker
Fuck ’em all and charge the corny con extra
And now you tight but let the .45 stretch us
Spending my mornings tribeca
I got the street shit down with the lock (?)
You’re the receiver of 16 slip, crown me the opposite
Sway wait for a minute, finally I commit
He’s somebody to cosign my records, gotta leave hostages
Mouth full of (?), flap of bodily consequence
Certain danger to be the remainder, probably hot defense
Bury the field up on rappers, follow me out the stench
Shame when you
The uncontainable product be (?)

[Hook]
That fucking round’ll finish you
Trouble will come at you directly, out here ain’t nothing subliminal
The aftermath is criminal
Just get your money, mind your business, you’re talking more than the women do
Compensate for tough beginnings
I’m thinking S-Class, neck flash, best grass, and all year winning
Break the door and let my niggas get in
Something gotta give quick, living like it’s no limits in him

[Verse 2]
Marijuana scholar, relax, can’t take my love from ’em
Barbaric activity, we can bang over one color
Shorty spot the kid and went stiff, you think I stun gunned ’em
Pocket knife and load in my fist, take out the club rumbler
Marble ganja dressed past, perfect to split your brain over
Only right I test your glass, Rollie rocket flamethrower
Police out the plane close ya, throw me out the Range Rover
Lowkey I remain Cobra, won’t leave out the game sober
Gotta be hands on with the paper, money counter pet peeve
Been everywhere at least twice, still landing back to Benz breeze
Rapping and quibbling to (?) 10 keys
My horror aura scares mic stylers and the MCs
I’m feasting lovely every night, you on a fast food budget
Body a rook and change your life, then you get tattoos of it
Finesse my album on the crack stoop blunted
And (?) my last few summers (?)

DJ SpinKing – The Breakdown (feat. Dave East) (For The Culture Mixtape) letras

October 11, 2016 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Shit gettin’ realer and realer, ugh
Still me though
(DJ SpinKing, baby!)
Gangsta

[Verse 1]
The first time I seen cocaine
I put it on my gums, had my whole mouth numb
Smokin’ everyday for the pain
From a leak I’ma blow till the whole ounce’s done
My income had a different outcome
Pistol in the sofa was my lil’ couch gun
The whole city trynna figure out some
Me and Bully with the fully on the down south run
Me and Wayno linked up, it was game over
Leavin’ out of Butch’s crib with a ‘cane odor
Bitch invite me to her crib, bring the gang over
Me and V HK’s in the Range Rover
Niggas spin the block wrong, we gon’ bang on him
If it’s on, thunderstorm, we gon’ rain on ’em
I ain’t got a “OOOUUU” or “Panda”
But I be makin’ moves with this hammer
Locked up, I was cool in the slammer
That foreign on me, shit, put two in your Phantom
G-Mob hit my line what the lick read
I was sellin’ niggas dimes on a 10 speed
If that car look funny it gets Swiss cheese
Give her what she want, fuck what a bitch need
I’m pourin’ Codeine in a Simply
These sweat’s is Balenci’
I’m next, that’s offensive
[Hook]
Break it all down on the table
Any time I had ‘caine I was able
Lil’ told me, “never let the money change you”
I’m on TV, I ain’t had no cable (at all)
Break it all down on the table
Any time I had ‘caine I was able
Lil’ told me, “never let the money change you”
I’m on TV, I ain’t had no cable (no)
Break it all down on the table
Any time I had ‘caine I was able
Lil’ told me, “never let the money change you”
I’m on TV, I ain’t had no cable (no)
Break it all down on the table
Break it all down on the table
Lil’ told me, “never let the money change you”
I’m on TV, I ain’t had no cable (none)

[Verse 2]
10 homies on the block and we all rude
My cousin got rich off of dog food
Goin’ against us, know that ain’t a smart move
Border life, in that water you’ll be shark food
You know it’s hard to swim when that wave come
Robbed a nigga, shot a nigga with the same gun
Usually your biggest hater be a day one
Smiles got me mixin’ Louis up with [?]
D’ussé shots, shout-out to Lenny
I remember I ain’t have a penny
Fully loaded semi
J.O.S.E., jealous one still envy
Everyday the 4 train, now a Bentley
I’m just like you, blunt lit when I slide through
I’ve been that nigga since high school
Outside trappin’ all night too
Porsche Panamera is light blue
Even hit the coke and rice, boo
You can’t even be around me, I don’t like you
Candy Benz don’t it remind you of Hi-Chew
Women blessin’ me and I ain’t get to say a-choo
This Glock hold 16, that’s 8 by 2
Never worry ’bout a nigga, I just make my moves
Jumped out, pump out, this the way I shoot
Popped as many Percs as me, you’d blank out too
Even though that thing go ’round, we could shake out too

[Hook]
Break it all down on the table
Any time I had ‘caine I was able
Lil’ told me, “never let the money change you”
I’m on TV, I ain’t had no cable (at all)
Break it all down on the table
Any time I had ‘caine I was able
Lil’ told me, “never let the money change you”
I’m on TV, I ain’t had no cable (at all)
Break it all down on the table
Any time I had ‘caine I was able
Lil’ told me, “never let the money change you”
I’m on TV, I ain’t had no cable (no)
Break it all down on the table
Break it all down on the table
Lil’ told me, “never let the money change you”
I’m on TV, I ain’t had no cable (none)

Tory Lanez – Blue Jay Season Lyrics

October 8, 2016 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Fargo…Estefan Fargo
S.T.E
Hahaha
Yeah…Fargo
S.T.E

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I heard word around town is I’m poppin’ off
Bad bitch recline my seat before she top me down
Just invested in two choppers and they on me now
Bitch all you hear was ‘grr grr’ when I’m hopin’ out
Put them bitches in a Range Rover
Hit a mission with my niggas then I change clothes
Niggas running for that paper like Usain Bolt
You hit my bitch I fuck your girl, that’s how the game go
You know how that saying go, girl you know I’m poppin’ off
Give me head and make sure you make that shit sloppy now
If you wit it you gon’ meet me at the lobby now
Say you not girl I know that you are probably down
Now what you talkin’ bout?
[Bridge]
What you talkin’ bout?
Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah
What you talkin’ bout?
Never do we get in town but tonight feels

[Hook]
Like the blue jays
New Toronto bitch we ballin’ on your blu-rays
I’ve been mobbin’ round the city for like two days
Stashin’ all this dirty money in a suit case, woah

[Verse 2]
Don’t you know that we got plenty choppers
Any bitch inside my kitchen cooking like Betty Crocker
Niggas say that they gon’ rob me bitch don’t make me stop you
Uncle Speedy, B.M.F., he died don’t let it drive you
Hit G Weed on the cellphone
Make that call from Compton they’ll be out on Melrose
Train shooters and they down to touch the railroad
He ain’t down to do you colder than the hail snow, woah
That shit tell you that I’m poppin’ off
When I pull up in that Wraith, that ain’t no talkin’ now
Hater niggas talkin’ payments but I bought it wow
Reason why we not pull up them bitches hoppin’ out
Now what you talkin’ bout?

[Bridge]
What you talkin’ bout?
Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah
What you talkin’ bout?
Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah

[Outro]
Never do we ever get the time, never seen again, right
Now I want the time, today I got the time, right
I’m down south, east Atlanta, Georgia
And I’m ridin’ yeah, and I’m rollin’ yeah
To the train outside, old balls, strip clubs down dirty C’s yeah
And I’m rollin’ yeah
I’m downtown, west [?]
Rollin’ yeah

Tory Lanez – Blue Jay Season

October 8, 2016 by Azlyrics

[Bridge]
What you talkin’ bout?
Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah
What you talkin’ bout?
Never do we get in town but tonight feels
[Hook]
Like the blue jays
New Toronto bitch we ballin’ on your blu-rays
I’ve been mobbin’ round the city for like two days
Stashin’ all this dirty money in a suit case, woah

[Verse 2]
Don’t you know that we got plenty choppers
Any bitch inside my kitchen cook like Betty Crocker
Niggas say that they gon’ rob me bitch don’t make me stop you
Uncle Speedy, B.M.F., he died don’t let it drive you
Hit G Weed on the cellphone
Make that call from Compton they’ll be out on Melrose
Train shooters and they down to touch the railroad
He ain’t down to do you colder than the hail snow, woah
That shit tell you that I’m poppin’ off
When I pull up in that Wraith, that ain’t no talkin’ now
Hater niggas talkin’ payments but I brought in wild
Reason why we not pull up them bitches hoppin’ out
Now what you talkin’ bout?

[Bridge]
What you talkin’ bout?
Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah
What you talkin’ bout?
Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah