Yes Lord | azlyrics.net.ru Lyrics

[Intro]
Let’s get it

[Chorus]
I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands

[Verse 1]
Man, I’m in these streets it’s been a long day (bands)
‘Bout to sign this deal and throw it all away (bands)
‘Bout to cop the crib that Dame lost today (bands)
Funny, look at them niggas that slippin’
You trippin’, no fear, my niggas, we get it (bands)
I’m looking down at the whole world through these glass ceilings (bands)
And when I step outside, bad bitches with me (bands)
Back in my section, twisting that la-la, can’t let it stress me (bands)
Wake up, fall asleep to Dizzy Gillespie (bands)
Ba-back it up and break it down (bands)
She gon’ bust it on this dick, you gon’ take her out of town (bands)
I put ice in my veeners, I put rubies in my crown (bands)
Count them stacks and blow them racks, niggas know who they around

[Chorus]
I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn, la-la)
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow (la-la)
Nigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn, la-la)
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure (la-la)
I got bands

[Verse 2]
Work, work, work, work, pose, makin’ work (bands)
I gave her Pauly D, I’m a fuckin’ jerk (bands)
If we take all of these shots, we gon’ go berserk (bands)
Shut the fuck up, bitch, you trippin’
Really though lately don’t like to do lots of smoke
Lots of hoes down to blow (bands)
Vamanos, time to go, we gon’ go straight to the workin’ now (bands)
Now only my niggas I care about, fuckin’ ’round, bitch, you be carried out (bands)
Pharaoh nigga, high class (bands)
Selena at the cover, her booty, shine with your fly ass (bands)
Did you mean trendin’ top, Scott, La Flame, making G.O. chop (bands)
With a Russian, that model cop
And make your bitch-ass look microscop’
Yes Lord (bands)

[Interlude]
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands

[Interlude]
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands

[Verse 3]
Lately, I been goin’ crazy
Laughin’, drinkin’, find myself in arms of different women, huh
Toast it, I need to use my cerebellum
Tried to tell ‘em cut that rap shit all that wack shit’s underwhelming
Time’s ticking, palms itching
Mom’s tripping, tired of living, mad decisions, I’ll kill ‘em

[Interlude]
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands

Lil Wayne – Bye Bae Lyrics

August 28, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Mic Check

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I’m on the highway
Music playin’, phone on vibrate
Hoody followin’ me, that’s my big dog
Just in case some shit kick off, I got my big dog
Wifey callin’ me, I answer, “Hi bae”
I said, “I’m joogin right now,” she said, “Ok, I’ll pray”
“You know I hate talkin’ and drivin’ on the highway”
“I love you”
“I love you too”
“Okay, bye bae”

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I’m goin’ up, on a Sunday
I’m in [?] niggas with the “what” face
And all the niggas that I’m with, they bout that gun play
And all the bitches that I’m with ain’t bout to foreplay
And all the niggas that I’m with, they in the drug trade
And all the chickens that we get, they come from Josè
A hundred dollars for a chopper, that’s a throw away
Oh shit, lil mama she did sallow all my proteges
I’m on the highway to heaven, highway to heaven
Birds in the trunk, let ’em fly away to heaven
Highway to heaven, you just got a message
O-M-W, we gettin’ off at your exit
I got

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I’m on the highway
My passenger is on parole and he can’t violate
We watchin’ out for all these snitches with that spygate
And all these thirsty bitches, I let ’em dehydrate
Yes Lord
Wifey callin’ me, I answer, “Hi bae”
I said, “I’m joogin right now,” she said, “Ok, I’ll pray”
I said, “I’ll be back soon, and call my goons if I’m late”
“I love you”
“I love you too”
“Okay, bye bae”

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I’m on the freeway
Wifey just text a nigga, “Be safe”
Chain on my neck look like a King K
Bettin’ a hundred K on Green Bay
Okay, I’m murderin’ this motherfuckin’ freeway
You can get murdered on the mornin’ of your b-day
I pulled the [?] out this mornin’, made the streets pay
My Benz and my Wraith startin’ to feel betrayed
The feds stingin’ like a motherfuckin’ stingray
The money old, dead presidents startin’ to decay
The money comin’ right back, it’s on replay
I’m bout to have some D’ussé with my filet
Yes Lord

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I’m on the highway
Tunechi playin’, phone on vibrate
Ya, Hoody followin’ me, that’s my big dog
Just in case some shit start, I got my big dog
Wifey callin’ me, I answer, “Hi bae”
I said, “I’m joogin right now,” she said, “Ok, I’ll pray”
“You know I hate talkin’ and drivin’ on the highway”
“I love you”
“I love you too”
“Okay, bye bae”

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
I got Hoody followin’ me, that’s my big dog
Just in case it kick off, I got my big dog

[Verse 3: HoodyBaby/ *Lil Wayne*]
The birds touchdown, bitch, I’m jumpin’ on the highway
Comin’ straight to ya, I’ve been waitin’ for like five days
*Like five days*
I’m HoodyBaby, you can call me crazy
*Call me crazy*
I treat my plug just like [?]
Love, I gotta ball, move the work in Ferraris
Nothin’ in my trunk, police officer, I’m sorry
Haha
Today was a good day
*Why?*
I got a hood full of good yay
Now I’m in the hood, with a hood full of good yay
Meetings in my mansion just the villas in the [?]
Gotta plug on white yay, I can get you ten yay
For the right price, I can even get you Kanye
*I got*

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I’m on the highway
Ya, invisible as fuck, I’m in the Hyundai
Ya, the chick I’m with, her trunk look like Beyonce’s
If she stay down, she gon’ be pickin’ up some bridesmaids
Yes Lord
Hit it to the [?] and get her my way
Lord knows when I open this trunk them thing gon’ fly away
Wifey know I hate talkin’ and drivin’ on the highway
“I love you”
“I love you too”
“Okay, bye bae”

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Highway to heaven, highway to heaven
Birds in the trunk, we let ’em fly away to heaven
Highway to heaven, highway to heaven
Birds in the trunk, we let ’em fly away to heaven
Got some birds in the trunk, and we drive to wherever
O-M-W, we gettin’ off at your exit
I got

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I’m on the highway
I got Jeezy playin’, phone on vibrate
Ya, [?] with me, that my big dog
Just in case some shit kick off, I got my big dog
Wifey callin’ me, I answer, “Hi bae”
I say, “I’m joogin right now,” she say, “Ok, I’ll pray”
“You know I gotta pay attention on this highway”
“I love you”
“I love you too”
“Okay, bye bae”

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Mula

Drake – Furthest Thing

September 18, 2017 by Azlyrics

Somewhere between psychotic and iconic
Somewhere between I want it and I got it
Somewhere between I’m sober and I’m lifted
Somewhere between a mistress and commitment
But I stay down, girl I always stay down
Get down, have her lay down
Promise to break everybody off before I break down
Everyone just wait now
So much on my plate now
People I believed in they don’t even show they face now
What they got to say now?
Nothin’ they can say now
Nothin’ really changed but still they look at me a way now
What more can I say now?
What more can I say now?
You might feel like nothin’ was the same
I still been drinkin’ on the low
Mobbin’ on the low
Fuckin’ on the low
Smokin’ on the low
I still been plottin’ on the low
Schemin’ on the low
The furthest thing from perfect
Like everyone I know
I just been drinkin’ on the low
Mobbin’ on the low
Fuckin’ on the low
Smokin’ on the low
I just been plottin’ on the low
Schemin’ on the low
The furthest thing from perfect
Like everyone I know
And I hate that you don’t think I belong to ya
Just too busy runnin’ shit to run home to ya
You know that paper my passion
Bittersweet celebrations, I know I can’t change what happened
I can’t help it
I can’t help it
I was young and I was selfish
I made every woman feel like she was mine and no one else’s
And now you hate me
Stop pretendin’, stop that frontin’
I can’t take it
Girl don’t treat me like a stranger
Girl you know I seen ya naked
Girl you know that I remember, don’t be a pretender
Gettin’ high at the condo, that’s when it all comes together
You know I stay remniscin’
And makeup sex is tradition
But you been missin’ girl
And you might feel like nothin’ was the same
I still been drinkin’ on the low
Mobbin’ on the low
Fuckin’ on the low
Smokin’ on the low
I still been plottin’ on the low
Schemin’ on the low
The furthest thing from perfect
Like everyone I know
I just been drinkin’ on the low
Mobbin’ on the low
Fuckin’ on the low
Smokin’ on the low
I just been plottin’ on the low
Schemin’ on the low
The furthest thing from perfect
Like everyone I know
Drinkin’, smokin’, fuckin’, plottin’
Schemin’, plottin’, schemin’, gettin’ money
Drinkin’, fuckin’, smokin’, plottin’, schemin’
Plottin’, schemin’, getting money
This the life for me
My mama told me this was right for me
I got em worried, like make sure you save a slice for me
I should have Spoons, serve you up with a fork and knife for me
Your actions make us doubt you
Your lack of effort got me rapping different
This the shit I wanna go out to
Play this shit at my funeral if they catch me slippin’
Naked women swimming that’s just how I’m living
Donate a million to some children, that’s just how I’m feeling
A nigga filling up arenas, who the fuck can see us
I had to Derrick Rose the knee up before I got the re-up
Yours truly the boy
I just build and build more
Y’all niggas build and destroy
You niggas party too much, man I just chill and record
No filler, you feel it now if you ain’t feel it before
Yes Lord, this the shit I wanna go out to, yeah
This the shit I wanna go out to

Lizzo – Good As Hell (Coconut Oil EP) letras

October 11, 2016 by Azlyrics

[Hook]
I do my hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin’?
Feeling good as hell
Hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin’?
Feeling good as hell

[Verse 1]
Woo child, tired of the bullshit
Go on dust your shoulders off, keep it moving
Yes Lord, tryna get some new shit
In there, swimwear, going to the pool shit
Come now, come dry your eyes
You know you a star, you can touch the sky
I know that it’s hard but you have to try
If you need advice, let me simplify
[Pre-Hook 1]
If he don’t love you anymore
Just walk your fine ass out the door

[Hook]
I do my hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin’?
Feeling good as hell
Hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin’?
Feeling good as hell
Feeling good as hell
Baby how you feelin’?
Feeling good as hell

[Verse 2]
Woo girl, need to kick off your shoes
Got to take a deep breath, time to focus on You
All the big fights, long nights that you been through
I got a bottle of Tequila I been saving for you
Boss up and change your life
You can have it all, no sacrifice
I know he did you wrong, we can make it right
So go and let it all hang out tonight

[Pre-Hook 2]
Cause he don’t love you anymore
So walk your fine ass out the door

[Hook]
And do your hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin’?
Feeling good as hell
Hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin’?
Feeling good as hell
Hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin’?
Feeling good as hell

[Pre-Hook 3]
If he don’t love you anymore
Then walk your fine ass out the door