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MadeinTYO – Club Close Lyrics

June 2, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Private Club shit
Private Club shit
24hrs type shit (ooh)
Real nigga type shit (ooh)
I love the Private Club (skrrt)

[Pre-Hook]
I like the dub hoes (ooh)
What time the club close? (hey)
I like the rose gold (skrr, skrr)
We don’t need promo
Nigga the world knows (ooh)
Nigga your girl know (ooh)
What time the club close? (hey)
What time the club close? (skrr)

[Hook]
Let it breathe, let it breathe
What time the club close?
Let it breathe, let it breathe
What time the club close?
Nigga your girl know (skrr)
What time the club close? (ooh)
Nigga your girl know (yeah)
What time the club close? (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Diamond pie, Katy Perry (bling)
Top ten [?] (ooh)
Pancake blueberry (ya)
KD, Steph Curry (swish)
[?] cost a hunnid (ooh)
Bad bitch, no stomach (skrr, skrr)
[?] and I’m blunted
Niggas know how I’m comin’
What time the club close? (ooh)
Bring out the spade (ooh, ooh)
[?]
[?]
Good head, top ramen
We ain’t none in common
Foo foo with that fuck shit
Foo foo when that truck fit

[Verse 2]
What time the club close? (ooh)
I be on [?] (hey)
I be in DC (yeah)
I be at Gold Ghost (yeah, yeah)
Can’t wait for Monday (yeah, yeah)
I’ll be in Magic
Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, right cheek
I’ll let her have it (ooh)
Workin’ the [?] (skrr)
She want a threeway (skrr, skrr)
Bih it my B-Day (hey)
Bitch it my B-Day (hey)
I be in NY (ooh)
I be that fly guy
You want a cosign (skrr, skrr)
She wanna slow grind (ooh)

Superstar Ace – Wassa Wassa lyrics

May 21, 2018 by Azlyrics

Gliteratti
South side, South side
South side, South side
East side, east side
East side, east side
Come from the east side
I party in the north side
Eh eh eh eh
Eh eh eh eh

Wassa Wassa
She telling me that I’m naughty
She brought her friends to party
Tatts on me illuminati
Everyday everyday
She calling me on my celly
Since saw me on the Telly
Now she calling me zaddy

South side, south side
South side, south side

I be where the bees with the buzz
I shut it down what the fuzz
Dollar bills in God we trust
You lame can’t sit with us
We represent, represent
Tom ford with the scent
Back when I had no cent
Now we chill in the pent
Now we riding in the Benz
Do cool shit my friends
We ain’t gotta pretend
Crazy shit! Let it trend!
Crazy shit let it trend!
She busss it down with some ooo
I buss a band I’m so cool
Stay riding thru with my crew
When we’re in there’s no room
You cuff your chick she with you
I’ll keep her blessed like aacheeew!
Peek A Boo! Look at you
Dms up To Whatsapp

Wassa Wassa
She telling me that I’m naughty
She brought her friends to party
Tatts on me illuminati
Everyday everyday
She calling me on my celly
Since saw me on the Telly
Now she calling me zaddy

South side, south side
South side, south side

Hot Boy, Hot Boy!
Don’t touch that Ingozi
Wildin out here in Jozi
Ask your girl she prolly knows me
I could take trips to Japan
Paper planes you know I can
Oh I used to be to be your fan
And you thought that I can’t
Steph Curry, Damn! With the hands
May weather with the bands
Keep it 100 just in all seasons
I’m gon do it just for one reason
I Keep on flexing on you boys so you know
Trap flows in the bando everyday
I keep it flexing for my girls like a show
Magic mike, sexy boy on a roll

Wassa Wassa
She telling me that I’m naughty
She brought her friends to party
Tatts on me illuminati
Everyday everyday
She calling me on my celly
Since saw me on the Telly
Now she calling me zaddy

Kash Doll – Summer Sixteen Lyrics

February 16, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Kash Doll]
I’m out here tryna get them m’s
Yeah, all summer ‘16, all summer ‘16
And my whip so clean
And I’m getting this money like I own a football team
And my ass so fat, and my head game mean
I’m out here tryna get them m’s
Don’t make me pull up on hoes
The way that I flex on this bitches
Is like I pull up on hoes
Steph Curry with the shot
I might just pull up on hoes
And I’m your fairy boss mother
I should put pull ups on hoes
I don’t give a fuck about a hater
All I wanna do is get this paper
All I want to do is get a check
When I see a hater, see you later!
Haha, bitches be making me laugh
But you will never be Keisha
Difference is I count up the cash
I went and bought an Audi, this bitch bought a Honda
Her shoe game is broke! I’m wearing red bottoms
I’m flying first class, these bitches flying coach
My bag is Chanel, her purse came from Coach
Man get the fuck out of here!
Yeah, Ms. Twerk Something with the dance moves
Ricky Ross with the moon walk
Chief Keef with the goon talk
Young Thug with the swag shit
Getting money I’ma brag bitch!
Ri-Ri made the niggas work
Blac Chyna, I’m a bad bitch!
Yeah, I’m in a pink foreign with the roof gone
Baby cop a feel with the coupe
Hit a button now the roof on
Only fucking with the bad bitches
Only fucking with the real niggas
Middle fingers for these mad bitches
Fuck you and all your ugly friends

[Bridge: Kash Doll]
I’m so fucking tired looking on my timeline
No this gotta be said, these bitches getting all this work done
But you still ugly, you still ugly
Look at this point
Fix your weave out
Before you come for me
You know what, at this point put some respect on my name
Haha
Is she done?

[Verse 2: B. Simone]
Bitches be thinking that I worry ‘bout ‘em
Honestly I don’t give a fuck about them
Honestly I can really do without them
I took your man, pull um in his phantom
I’m tryna go vegan I’m good on the beef
Your nigga be creeping, work until you see
Bitches is fake, I don’t let ‘em leech
If I run a man, he never gon’ leave
I get my sun no astrology
These bitches they need to acknowledge me
They are my sons, not biologically
But mommy deserves an apology
I’m at the top and you can’t get on top of me
Niggas play games so I call them Monopoly
I am for sure bitch and your just a probably
Fucking with me, getting money, he gotta be
Ooh!
Damn, you ain’t my dude so why is you tripping (what?)
Nigga stop bitching I just let you eat up the kitten
Give me good too, and then it’s good riddens
Killing these bitches like fuck a civilian
Swear you the bomb I never heard you ticking
Bitches talk shit, and then they go missing

Quality Control – Bosses Don’t Speak Lyrics

December 10, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Can’t go out there playin’ when you see us young rich niggas
Droppin’ straight cash on whips, flooded ice
I know you like, “How the fuck these niggas got so much drip?”
Hundred thousand dollar watches
Three point five million dollar cribs and shit
Check the Forbes list, nigga

[Chorus: Offset]
I’m in the coupe, fo’ sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I’m on froze (I’m on ice)
Put a lil bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain’t gold (gold)
You’re gettin’ exposed (you gettin’ exposed)
Hop in the frog and leap (leap)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin’ them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got ’em for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don’t speak (nah)

[Verse 1: Offset]
All of my bitch ain’t a hundred (no)
Oh yeah, my wrist cost a hundred (hundred)
Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds (hundreds)
I’ll take your life for this money (brrt)
I took the top of the coupe, it’s insane (woo)
I did this shit for the pain (pain)
Boarding a private plane (plane)
Audemar Pig’ with the skeleton plain (woo)
Put her on X, put her on percs (perky)
There go Set, baller alert (brrt)
Don’t sip liquor, I’m only on syrup (nah, mud)
Put the dope in your hand, want the money on the first (yeah)
I got a bag of the lotto, the cookie, the sherbert (bag)
It’s a murder on the Nawf and they try to put me in the verdict
I got the birdies, ballin’ like Julius Erving (brrt)
Cookin’ it early, dope get to singin’ like Shirley
Got thirties on thirties, we callin’ them thirties Steph Curry
Don’t talk to me dirty ’cause my niggas goin’ seven thirty
Gave her the pink molly, told a bitch yeah it’s Kirby (molly)
I’ma just fuck her three times and then I’ma curve it (smash, smash)
Oh my God, she said her feelings is hurtin’ (oh my God, woah)
Shut the fuck up lil’ thotty, suck it and slurp it (shh, shh, ehh)
Where was everybody when I was just hurtin’? (where, where)
Only the gang survived, it’s family first

[Verse 2: Quavo]
(Quavo)
Oh my God, I bought a foreign and Dodge (oh my God)
Oh my God, I had a foreign menage (oh my, oh my God)
Oh my God, thought you were real, you ‘flauge
Bullets fly and then you flee, nigga we seen your heart
Iced teeth (ice), cellphone beep (brrt, brrt)
Fight me, body bag sheets (body bag)
Am I geeked? Bitch I might be (stupid bitch)
Chanel seats, mansion twelve thousand square feet (yeah)
Once I beat, I tell that bitch to stay away from me (beat it)
I’m not talkin’ ’bout no thot, I’m talkin’ your favorite piece (I am)
I came from the Nawf then jumped into the Major League (I did)
You ain’t never drove this valet so I keep the key
Said she can’t leave without her friend, I got them knee to knee
When you rich like me, this is what it’s s’posed to be (you do)
Can’t get close to me (no)
Backwoods, roll the leaf (roll it)
I done survived some beef (survived)
Now I can massage my seats (massage)

Jessica Jung – Fly – English Version lyrics

June 19, 2017 by Azlyrics

I won’t lose (fabulous)
Somebody tell them I won’t lose
Low so won’t lose (the young og)
Somebody tell them I won’t lose

Invisible, push through the fog
I have to find my way
A glow of light, a spark of hope,
If you imagine it, you’ll find

You reaching for all things
To follow your dreams
But nothing will stand in your way

Your not far, you’re close
So stand up for youself
It written in the sky

Just spread your wings
Reach for your dreams
There’s no mountain that’s hard to move
Take a chance and try
You would never know

You’re a hero, you can fly (you can fly)
Oh woah oh woah
Oh woah woah
Oh woah oh woah
You’re a heart, you can fly
Oh woah oh woah
Oh woah woah
Oh woah oh woah
You can fly

Unthinkable, best is tocome
The light is shining so bright now
No looking back, keep pressing on (hold on)
Case your wing are mad to fly

You reaching for all things
To follow your dreams
But nothing will stand in your way

Your not far, you’re close
So stand up for youself
It written in the sky

Just spread your wings
Rich for your drwpeams
There’s no mountain that’s hard to move
Take a chance and try
You would never know

You’re a hero, you can fly (you can fly)
Oh woah oh Woah
Oh woah woah
Oh woah oh woah
You’re a heart, you can fly
Oh woah oh woah
Oh woah woah
Oh woah oh woah
You can fly

I don’t plan on breaking down
I don’t plan on falling dow
I won’t lose, I won’t lose
Oh no no no no no

(Rapping)
Yeah, let’s go Jess
You should’ve never doubted yourself
Matter of fact you should be proud of yourself
Coz you had to find a way, Go About it yourself
Nobody gave you direction, Had to route it yourself
And you never got lost, Losing not an option
No time for Ls, No time for fail
Winning like Steph Curry, And them we warriors
Haters wanna see me in a Crown Victoria
But I’m in a Benz ac on 70
Won’t lose my cool, Gotta move cleverly
Chess not checkers, playing it with strategy
Me and Jessica, that’s a win automatically

Just spread your wings
Rich for your drwpeams
There’s no mountain that’s hard to move
Take a chance and try
You would never know

Oh woah oh Woah
Oh woah woah
Oh woah oh woah
You’re a heart, you can fly
Oh woah oh woah
Oh woah woah
Oh woah oh woah
You can fly

Omega Crosby – Feel Good lyrics

June 7, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Chorus]
Erryday we keep it lit like a candle
If you ain’t talkin bread betta cancel
Every time we come on they be dancin
I think I want a mansion

I feel good yea yea yea yea
We feel good yea yea yea yea
I feel good yea yea yea yea
We feel good yea yea yea yea

[Verse 1]
I’m feelin good like I never been
Tryna be an angel livin in the devils den
When I was headed north, things were goin south
They won’t let us get the house, but we worked it out

All I want in this life is a picket fence
All I see is question marks it ain’t makin sense
I’ll be back in the morn you ain’t gotta worry
Dudes still takin shots like Steph Curry

I just met a aunt I ain’t know I had
My old friends all squares, like plad
Everybody hate eachother and it’s quite sad
I couldn’t picture this life with a white dad

White blood in me but I know the cover of the book
Got the microphone smokin call me Mr. Cook
Reincarnated nothin short than legendary
Always first never secondary

[Chorus]
Erryday we keep it lit like a candle
If you ain’t talkin bread betta cancel
Every time we come on they be dancin
I think I want a mansion

I feel good yea yea yea yea
We feel good yea yea yea yea
I feel good yea yea yea yea
We feel good yea yea yea yea

[Verse 2]
Only get to see me uncle if I plan to visit
In the world you cant succeed outchea bein skittish
Don’t tell me that I made it I ain’t even finish
Every x gives a plus I ain’t talkin British

Dollar signs in my eye lids
Everytime I go to sleep I have a million dollar idea
Every thing is all good I ain’t even change
I like my rides all black like bruce waynes

For my birthday I want a Lamborghini
She got my name in her mouth like a zucini
I been up for nine days but I ain’t even sleepy
I’m from the Mo, American Graffiti

Cherry bomb off that cherry kush
Hands makin double u’s I ain’t talkin bout George Bush
California, yea we the golden state
When you throw away money let me get a plate

[Chorus]
Erryday we keep it lit like a candle
If you ain’t talkin bread betta cancel
Every time we come on they be dancin
I think I want a mansion

I feel good yea yea yea yea
We feel good yea yea yea yea
I feel good yea yea yea yea
We feel good yea yea yea yea

Kid Ink – High Signin’ (feat. Jay 305, Ad, & Jay Ant)

March 2, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Lil Rece produced it, Lil Rece produced it

[Hook: Jay Ant]x2
Yeah, keep on shinin
Yeah, keep on shinin
Keep, keep on gridin
Keep keep on gridin
Yeah, high sign, high sign, high signin

[Bridge: Jay Ant]
Yeah, the more money that I make, the more these niggas hate
More money that I make, more hoes I gotta shake
More money that I make

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
I swear all the shit I gotta face now
A nigga shine, get the shades out
You know how my eyes look when the haze out
I’m just trying with the fakes out
Reporting from the west-side
Bat-gang got it tatted by my left-side
Know you couldn’t fuck with me on your best night
Now watch me screw these niggas like its test time
Hold up, flex on these niggas , hold up
Put the city on my shoulder
Came up from the noodles
Know they thought we’d be losers

[Hook: Jay Ant]x2
Yeah, keep on shinin
Yeah, keep on shinin
Keep, keep on gridin
Keep keep on gridin
Yeah, high sign, high sign, high signin

[Bridge: Jay Ant]
Yeah, the more money that I make, the more these niggas hate
More money that I make, more hoes I gotta shake
More money that I make

[Verse 2: Jay 205]
Just moved the whole thang
On the west side, niggas gangbang
Icy fresh, high signin’
Bust down, looking like lightning
Call the friends, got diamonds
Feeling like baby big tyming
But it take a lot of grinding
Project baby private flying
Made it out the jungle, I’m a lion
Y’all selling bullshit, I ain’t buying
You should sell cocaine
Now a nigga rich off the rap game

[Hook: Jay Ant]x2
Yeah, keep on shinin
Yeah, keep on shinin
Keep, keep on gridin
Keep keep on gridin
Yeah, high sign, high sign, high signin

[Bridge: Jay Ant]
Yeah, the more money that I make, the more these niggas hate
More money that I make, more hoes I gotta shake
More money that I make

[Verse 3: AD]
Look, was a top ramen nigga, now its [??] on the regular
She used to call me, now she blowing up my cellular
[??] tried to play me, now I’m twenty steps ahead of ’em
Still independent, we just laughing at competitors
Worry ’bout a deal? We just ’bout these [??]
I get it every time I shoot ’em, Steph Curry off the pill
If she tripping get the [??], we don’t tolerate complaining
I told my nigga [??] Fuck these niggas if they hating (Uh)
Keep on shining, we gon end up with the [??]
Hide your baby daddy, fuck I think he need a [??]
A little here [??] hit ’em with the python, wait a minute

[Hook: Jay Ant]x2
Yeah, keep on shinin
Yeah, keep on shinin
Keep, keep on gridin
Keep keep on gridin
Yeah, high sign, high sign, high signin

[Bridge: Jay Ant]
Yeah, the more money that I make, the more these niggas hate
More money that I make, more hoes I gotta shake
More money that I make

Pink Guy – Another Earth (Pink Season Album)

January 20, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Sample: Young Thug]
Yo yo, you heard of the new Earth that they found?
It’s a new Earth, but it’s like 10 times bigger than this earth
It’s Earth doe, it’s Earth, it looks identical, everything is the same
You ain’t heard that yet? It’s 10 times bigger than Earth, but it’s Earth
It’s another Earth, they just found, another planet
It looks just like earth doe, so they call it Earth

[Verse: Pink Guy]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug!
Ay, get it up, fuck Young Thug
Uh, eh, I said fuck Young Thug
Fuck all that bullshit
Fuck all that bullshit
Pussy ass bitch
Fuck all that bullshit
Pussy ass bitch
Huh, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, pussy ass bitch
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, get it up
I don’t give a fuck about a young thug
Pussy ass bitch come get a nut or butt
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug
Uh, Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Pussy ass bitch, fuck Young Thug
Pussy ass bitch, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Get it up, ay!
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Skrt skrt, Hongkong, skrt skrt
Uh, fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Steph Curry with the shot, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug

[Outro: Pink Guy]
Don’t ever let me catch you around my neighborhood again
Or we gon’ have some serious problems, you fucking n-word!

Pink Guy – Another Earth Lyrics

January 5, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Outro: Pink Guy]
Don’t ever let me catch you around my neighborhood again
Or we gon’ have some serious problems, you fucking n-word!

Yung Simmie – 3 In 1 (Freestyle) (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

November 22, 2016 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]
Fake niggas will never know realer
Ape shit like I hang with gorillas
Niggas talk hard they ain’t no killer
‘Til we pull up like "Hey lil’ nigga"
No like halo nigga
Extendos at yo’ halo nigga
Yeah I smoke but I don’t do swishers
Smokin’ moon rocks I moon walk like "Thriller"
My bitch white so I am that nigga
I pill up the block layin’ shots out the window
You can’t keep up ’cause yo’ ends low
I gotta be myself niggas copy like ten fold
I go hard but I make it look simple
I gave that bitch back she was somethin’ like a rental
I don’t wanna fuck, give me dental
If her ex here he get whipped with a pistol
So don’t diss me I don’t diss you
Ain’t talkin’ money I’ma have to dismiss you
Niggas sayin’ what they won’t do
Playin’ both sides but I been with the same crew
Been sippin’ drank, I be smokin’ stain
Nigga fuck beer I don’t do the brew
I be in the cut, rollin’ up the weed
Smokin’ by myself I won’t smoke with you
You ain’t from my hood what you doin’ on my block boy?
You lookin’ unusual
A suspect, and I make my hoes upset
If I don’t give ’em dick, they gon’ protest
I’m a jerk, no reject
Gettin’ to the money ’cause I need that
Pull up on yo’ block if you late where my green at?

[Verse 2: Lil Dred]
I be on the block where you can’t come
Catch you slippin’ on the block where you ain’t from
Once you hear them shots then you can’t run
Smooth criminal, like "Where the fuck he came from?"
Steph Curry nigga check out where I aim from
Ridin’ ’round with three Ks no handguns
KKK I’ma hang some
Hellboy, where you think I got this flame from?
Fuck boy, where you think I got this chain from?
If you lookin’ like a lick we gon’ take some
Head cracked like dice I’ma shake some
If I hit ’em with the right I’ma break somethin’
Once they see you tryna win now the hate comin’
I just play the back scene I don’t say nothin’
Yeah he doin’ a lot of talkin’ but he stay frontin’
Since you niggas wanna quack I will duck hunt

[Verse 3: Nell]
Feelin’ like motherfuck a hater
Type of nigga pull up all black like a raider
Type of shots loud enough to shake the equator
Killer clan coward talkin’ cut like a sabertooth
Whenever we aim at you, bitch we be buck
Pull up I’m a truck whenever we hit ’em up
Fuck nigga give it up, we deep like a sativa
Never gave a fuck ’bout a nigga so we thuggin’ when they see us
We just in a different city rollin’ weed up
Play my music for his girl and now she wanna meet us
In the hood smokin’ good throwin’ triple Cs up
Bitch you can give my dick a kiss
Nigga you can get with this
Mac shit, trill shit
Tryna act like Kill Bill in a field, bet a nigga get killed quick
Broke a nigga down for them pounds and them millions
Money, motivation, and Miami make us kill shit