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[Intro]
17
D-Roc

[Chorus]
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can’t sleep
I’m staying up, I’m tossing, turning
That’s them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That’s from me cuttin’ ’em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it’s gon’ kiss you and won’t never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don’t talk loud, I don’t need a scale
Plenty money, but I’m still thuggin’, this the rich as hell

[Verse 1]
Get it and bring it, I flip it
You know how I get it, I know some hard layers
I can speak that work and talk that work
I leave it scarred and pale
Presser, I got solids on that semi, bust your head for real (Presser)
Give me head and then I flip or get that dick for real
Ballin’, my niggas haulin’
Niggas be talkin’ and I catch ’em walkin’
I do this often, fuck it, I off ’em
Know that I got ’em, you know I’ma stalk ’em
Fuck his fam, I pick his coffin
Catch who bad? Bitch, I doubt it
I got youngins wanna off ’em
All this smoke, it got me coughin’
MAC’s-11, I be steppin’, bitch, I’m reckless, I’m dumb
Catch you wrestling in your section with that Wesson, you slumped
I got bro on top, ain’t tell through a message, we come
We hang guns with them drums, Draco sounding like a bomb
Yeah, you talk that shit, I’m with it, hmm
Watch how quick I whip it
I go Shmurda with them glizzies
I got murder on my tension
I got black on top my lenses
I got straps inside that Bentley
You wan’ play, I make you feel it
Come your way, make sure you get it

[Pre-Chorus]
Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail ’em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won’t tell ’em
Talkin’ on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion

[Verse 2]
Whip that bitch out and she lick it
Check how a nigga be kickin’
I got cases pending, I got THC, it’s liquid
If I point, them youngins hit it
I got bitches throwin’ up Billy, Blood
I got problems, really, I piss out red inside the tub
Choppin’ it
Run her a song, she follow that
Smoking strong, a pressure pack inside my bag, got big racks
She took the Roxies out her pocket, told that bitch don’t sniff that
‘Cause bitch, I’ma kick you out, you know that we ain’t with that
I put that strap in her mouth, bitch
I thought I told you don’t talk, bitch
I don’t care ’bout what they talkin’, fuck her best friend, bitch, I’m rich
Fuck your man man, ho, I’m lit
Plus my whole clique full of pits
I go put on Fendi pants
Thot, your dad can’t drip like this

[Outro]
17
D-Roc

Sheck Wes – WESPN Lyrics

October 5, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
Mudboy
Bitch
E-S, E-S, ESPN
They don’t like my rap style (Nah)
Now they want features (Nah)
I turned all my doubters, into my believers (Sheck Wes)
Arguin’ my damn ma (Fuck)
Fightin’ with my teachers (Bitch)
Skip my game for the fashion show (For the show)
One of my best decisions (Facts)
Backwood addiction (I got it)
I got a Backwood addiction
Ain’t the THC, that’s facts, non-fiction
Or is this shit fiction?
But remember in school, I ain’t pay attention
In school, I ain’t pay attention

[Chorus]
I watched E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him (Yeah)
W-E-S, E-S, we don’t need top ten (Yeah, bitch)
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S

[Verse 2]
Goin’ through a damn phase (Through a phase)
Goin’ through a damn change (Cosmos)
Goin’ through my damn passport (Passport)
I been goin’ through these damn pages
Smokin ‘on matter
Hoes sniffing on powder (Sniff, sniff)
The money bring the power
But the money bring you problems, so when..
You niggas can stuck, don’t call
Please don’t call, don’t call Sheck, Wes no more
Cause I ain’t pickin’ up my mothafuckin’ phone (Bitch)

[Refrain]
Do not disturb, put it on the phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the motherfuckin’ dough
Do not disturb, put it on my phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the motherfuckin’ dough

[Chorus]
E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S (Bitch)

[Verse 3]
They just want the turnt shit (Turn up, bitch)
They don’t like the sad music (Nigga, burn up)
Sheck Wes been in a sad state (A sad state)
You ain’t never had to do shit, huh? (Never)
You ain’t never had to (Fuck) go through shit (Bitch)
You ain’t ever have to (Fuck) go and shoot shit (Never)
You ain’t never had to (What?) go and shoot shit
‘Cause you ain’t never had to go through shit
You ain’t, you ain’t never had to

[Refrain]
That’s, that’s why do not disturb, put it on the phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talking about the motherfuckin’ dough (Bitch)

[Outro]
ESPN, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN (Kyrie)
W-E-S, E-S, we don’t need top ten (Yeah, bitch)
Do not disturb, put it on my phone
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more (Bitch)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
W-E-S, E-S
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)

Joey Bada$$ – 500 Benz

July 7, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
500 Benz
500 Benz
Statik Selektah
500 Benz
500 Benz

[Verse 1]
Took the business class seats back to NYC
Left LAX with a bag of the THC
Straight reekin’
Nowadays I bounce back in full each weekend
Shorter days, longer nights, from my lack of sleepin’
Thinkin’ when this bi-coastal life is just dreams and
Now a nigga headed west the cold seasons
Wrist below freezin’, chicks is strip teasin’
They only suck a nigga when a nigga succeedin’
If she a go-getter then she never will achieve ’em
Best believe, ’cause all I do is fuckin’ lead ’em
Off in the right direction, teacher lent me lessons
Reduce the stress and balance out the imperfections
Hundred folded in my lap like many blessings
Every night ‘fore I take the chance, I ask questions
Somethin’ like, can you meet me at the Westin?
And after I fuck you, girl can I fuck your best friend?
Fuck it, I’m just shootin’ all my shots now
Hard to be humble, when you ridin’ with your top down
Picture me rollin’ up in my SL500 Benz
Mami sip on the potion while her hair blowin’ in the wind
I’m just tryna win but they hatin’ from the sideline
These niggas watch mine like a nigga primetime
I’m ten thousand feet right above your skyline
Sippin’ on the fine wine, the only thing on my mind

[Chorus]
500 Benz, AMG package
’95 classic, rare Gucci jacket
With the Cartier glasses, just to match it

[Verse 2]
So anytime I’m pullin’ off, it’s getaway fashion
Coppers’ll never catch him, I got hustler’s passion
Chick in my passenger seat, she lookin’ like she came out the pageant
And he down for anything that I ask or imagine
So I hit the corner store and copped a pack of the Magnums, shit
‘Cause I ain’t playin’ no games
Lil R&B chick and I ain’t sayin’ no names
Let her rock the mic and give a nigga soul brain
By the time this shit drops she’ll prolly be my old thang
I’m just young and livin’, pullin’ many women
If you was in my shoes, I bet you couldn’t say you wouldn’t
Been in the deep end since I got my foot in
Now these niggas wanna ride the wave all of a sudden

[Chorus]
SL500 Benz with the AMG package
And the rare Gucci jacket, Cartier glasses, just to match it
Cartier glasses, just to match it
I said
SL500 Benz with the rare Gucci jacket
And the AMG package
Cartier glasses, just to match it
Match it, Cartier glasses, just to match it, skrrt

[Outro]
500 Benz
Match it
500 Benz
Match it
500 Benz
Match it, match it
500 Benz
500 Benz

Diiix – Creuser Le Gap (Tigris Album)

April 12, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Refrain]
J’vais creuser le gap
THC dans les veines, tous mes gars sont dans les vapes
Ramène une piñata, en un coup de batte je l’éclate
Les marquer au fer rouge est ma première étape
Elle voudrait qu’on prenne le large
Elle voudrait qu’on s’échappe
Tu me prends la tête c’est quoi ton délire ?
J’aime pas ta tête c’est pas un délit
Tu veux savoir c’est qui le Dixy ?
J’te laisse du sursis

[Couplet]
Regarde moi hisser mon drapeau
Ressens la douleur dans mes mots
J’vais déchirer la première et dernière part du gâteau
Puis je repars en bateau
Ethanol dans les vaisseaux
Pas la peine d’aiguiser tes couteaux
Quand le famas sort les crocs
Curtis m’a dit "Faut que tu les grailles!"
Pas de pilote automatique, je fais les bails
La différence se fait dans le détail
Mon négro, dans la bataille
Piñacolada dans la main, je vibe avec mes gars
Amoureux de Violetta, elle est dans ma cabeza
Dès le début, les ennemis étaient vaincus
Lucarne droite j’ai mis un pointu
T’avais mal mais tu t’habitues
Diiix, dangereux individu
Pas besoin pour se comprendre de parler
Couteau sous gorge lors des pourparlers
Et consta-constamment, constamment
J’enchaîne les bibis et les verres
Bien évidemment
J’te rappellerai pas, j’me tire de là
Je féconde le game, je serai papa
Mais aujourd’hui, je vais et je viens dans son petit

L’histoire est écrite, on ne plus la refaire
Négro je sais qu’ils voudraient savoir comment je fais
J’pourrai t’épargner ou te garder là
Te laisser a vie sauve, pourquoi pas ?
Le tigre sélectionne toujours sa proie
Sur Jupiter j’fais du vélo
Noire comme la nuit est la peau
Le numéro 10 dans le dos
Je pilote le vaisseau, je pilote le vaisseau
Elle me prépare de la bouffe Italienne
J’suis un phénomène ouais
Elle dit que je suis un phénomène

[Couplet]
Redouté comme un effet domino
Epée sous l’oreiller j’suis parano
2 meufs chez moi on tourne un porno
Un conseil surveillez la météo
Un conseil surveillez le boug Diiix
Dans mon sang coule le sang de l’Afrique
Tellement fier que j’en ai la trique
Faut savoir que le négro n’est pas romantique
N’est pas romantique
Ta soeur ne met pas les dents, c’est que tu peux le faire
Je sais que tu peux le faire
Trop de haine contre moi elle me souhaite l’enfer
Quand je poserai mes mains sur la caisse
Tous mes doigts seront violets
Sénégalo-Sénégalais, je tape du yassa au poulet
Je ne retiendrai pas mes coups
Debout la tête qui tourne j’te laisse dans le flou
T’as tout bouclé, tout préparé
Et là surprise le négro ne vient même pas au rendez vous
La moelle épinière est détruite
La mobilité est réduite
Je t’emmène au 7e en musique
A coups de baguette magique

Outro
Tu me prends la tête c’est quoi ton délire ?
J’aime pas ta tête c’est pas un délit
Tu veux savoir c’est qui le Dixy ?
J’te laisse du sursis

Jimmy Prime – Intro (Bleeding Bull Album)

April 5, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Welcome to the (x3)
Welcome to the city, where them niggas get busy
And them bitches all stripping, and the fly niggas pimping
Champagne sipping and the cocaine flipping
The whole team sipping in the codine system

[Verse 1]
From the block to the stoop
Stoop to the crib
Crib to the whip
Whip to the strip
Post on the strip
Kick it with bitches thats all on my tip, the tip of my dick
Tell em to lick, speaking of licks, I’ve been want to hit
A nigga with bricks
Willing to risk, my life with some grip, to say that we rich, bitch
Roll that weed, I’m tryna get high, strap on my vest, I’m tryna survive
Staying alive, rolling with niggas thats willing to die, nigga we prime
And I just hope this game don’t change me, I hope it don’t drive me crazy
Said it before, but only cool niggas can relate to me
Might be hating now might take a week
But Ima be the man just wait and see, cause I got plans from A-Z
And I got work and I hate to sleep, so that bitch better twerk or just take a seat
Cause I’m the fucking man niggas pray to be

[Chorus]
And it’s crazy, so crazy
This life shit is so crazy(x4)

[Verse 2]
Find me in them spots where them players be
Daps and pounds as they greeting me
Through smoke crowds like I’m seeing things
Them Backwoods and THC
And all the good girls wanna roll out
And all the bad bitches wanna go down, in the bathroom, or in the backseat, or on a backstreet, or on a rooftop
Busy getting busy with a new bop, while you busy getting busy with a tube sock
I’m Tupacs with twin Glocks
Piss drunk and pissed off, looking at about 30 missed calls
And I don’t even know like where to start
These bitches on my balls don’t know when to stop, yeah
These bitches on my balls don’t know when to stop

[Outro]
It’s crazy, so crazy
So crazy

B.o.B – Excuse Me (Elements Album)

November 17, 2016 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Critical thinking
A sea of souls selling out
But this ship is sinking
Flooded with watered down lyrics
With subliminal meanings
To wake up another day
Lord, give me a reason
Are these prayers really working
Or just triggering feelings (4x)
I vocalize my pain and they say, "Isn’t it genius?"
I’d be considered a legend if I consistently bring it
Now is there life after death or just recall and repeat it
Or does it go pitch dark and just dissolve into pieces?
If that’s the case I wonder if I departed this evening
From the top of the 47th and just fall to the cement
For the entire police quadrant and fire department to see it
Would my disembodied soul then reach its path of completion
Or just create another scene
In which to deal with these demons
Not to sound morbid, my views are just distorted and grungy
I should cry myself to sleep
On this mattress made out of money
But I’m not here to be liked, I’m not here to be nice
I’m not here for your war, I’m not here for your fight
I’m not here to be hyped, I’m not here for a price
When I bring you the truth it’s not delivered polite
Gamblin with my life you shouldn’t have gave me the dice (3x)
You shouldn’t have gave me the dice, dice, dice
All this misery shrouded in mystery of violent history
THC chemistry
Cure for depression
No there is no remedy
Allergic to bullshit, no antihistamine
Top of the class haters graduate to enemies
Out on your ass is where they intended for you to be
Snakes in the grass, I’ll cut them out, eventually
Slave to the media, you got to be kidding me
You got to be kidding me
You got to be fucking kidding me..

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Yeah
And we live in a state of confusion
I hear what they say on the news
They usually just laying a blueprint
Used to create a delusion
Movies to sway your conclusion
Used to delay your awakening
Steady creating illusions
Clues to mistaken the truth with
No sense debating with fools
Who put all of their faith in the skewed philosophy
With situational views
Too many saviors to choose
I stare at the face of the moon
Too much information
Too many equations
It’s too complicated to prove
Stories portrayed we consume
Like thanksgiving tables of food
I’m sorry not sorry
I ain’t in the mood
To dress up and play in this room
You can judge me and say that it’s cruelty
I see the chains and the whip
I just don’t mistake it for jewelry
Fuck out my face now, excuse me
I ain’t got no patience today so excuse me

Doc OVG – Manip’

November 12, 2016 by Azlyrics

[Couplet 1 : Doc OVG]
Seul le travail paye, faut forcer
Fonsdé, bédo corsé
Fait du sale comme dans Dorcel
Ils sont torchés, ok
Rentre dans l’clan, t’es du-per, tu sip les bails
T’évites les ‘tasses, OV lucide donc THC détaille
MMS, LDO, on nique l’Etat
Si t’es Charlie t’es pas d’la secte, G fuck un trav’
Gaddamn s/o Norsa, ils ont pas d’flow donc on les lave, bitch
Si on te traite, tu finis sur la potence, c’est qu’t’es un snitch
Fuck ta vie négro, j’ai pas d’ami, j’me canalise
Pour un G négro, faire la manche c’est impossible
Que pour la famille, c’est pas nouveau, on t’l’a déjà dit
Biff biff, money money, j’veux tout l’or du XXX

[Refrain : Jorrdee]
J’ai touché de nombreuses blanches comme la canicule
C’est pas des femmes négro, c’est les hommes qu’on manipule
C’est la manip’, c’est la manip’
C’est la manip’, c’est la manip’
C’est la manip’, c’est la manip’
Négro c’est la manip’, négro c’est la manip’
Négro c’est la manip’, négro c’est la manip’
Négro c’est la manip’, négro c’est la manip’

[Couplet 2 : Jorrdee]

[Couplet 3 : Slim C]
J’préfère caner riche
Plutôt qu’vivre comme un clochard
Tous mes négros savent
Qu’les vrais jihadistes portent des costards
Maintenant ça va pop, vénère squad, c’est trop tard
Bitch on arrive en pimp
Car ils s’vantent comme tchoins sur les trottoirs
Rendez-vous dans 10 ans quand mon coffre sera full