Quavo – KEEP THAT SHIT lyrics

October 12, 2018Azlyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Keep that shit (Keep that shit)
Keep that shit over there (Oh)
Aye, keep that shit (Keep that shit)
Keep that shit over there, aye
Aye, keep that shit (No, no, no)
Keep that shit over there (Woo!)
Keep that shit (Keep that shit)
Keep that shit over there (Woo!)
Aye, keep that shit (Hey)
Keep that shit over there (Keep it)
Aye, keep that shit (No, no, no)
Keep that shit over there, aye
Aye, keep that shit (Keep that shit)
Keep that shit over there (Woo!)
Keep that shit (Keep it)
Keep that shit over there (Hey)
Aye, keep that

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Racks on my fist (Racks)
You broke as a bitch (Woo!)
Three-way assist (Three-way)
Migo Gang rich!
She hopped on the dick (Keep it)
Guap, fuck this shit (Yeah)
Pop for this shit
Don’t stop for this shit (Yeah, hey!)
I get the bag, fuck a diss (Fuck it)
Don’t get me wrong
You get chopped for this shit (Chopped)
.30 clip shit (.30!)
Hit your residence (Hit ’em, nah!)
Look, we don’t pretend (Nah)
And we don’t do new friends
We can beef it up (Up!)
Nigga peace it up (Up!)
Niggas seen it’s us (Us!)
Now they walking up (Up!)
Try to work a move (Up!)
But I’m on it too (Yup)
On the first of June (June)
Them Niggas hunted you (Woo!)

[Bridge: Quavo & Takeoff]
Pockets, double cheese
She please me with ease (Please!)
When I put this ice on
Everything freeze (Freeze! Ice, Ice, ice, ice)
Everything freeze (Ice, Ice, ice, ice, freeze!)
If she going hard
She gotta get a job (Go, go!)
Told her don’t stop, now she on (Don’t stop)
Somebody got dropped, now he gone (Bow!)
But the world don’t stop, it keep going

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Takeoff!
Kama glitched (What the fuck?)
By my see-through clip (Uh)
Keep that shit (Keep that shit)
Keep that shit over there (Uh)
Look at my ice (Ice!)
Hit ’em with a right, then left (Bop!)
And the gang-gang nice (Gang-gang)
Big drip better watch you step (Whoa!)
Check your tone (Watch it)
I made my guap to feed my own (Mines)
Remember the nights
I’m telling my nigga that “we gon’ be on”? (Remember them nights?)
Whipping the chicken, I’m whipping the brick
And my eyes is closed (Whipping the white)
In love with the money, I got on my knee and I had to propose

[Chorus: Quavo]
Keep that shit (Keep that shit)
Keep that shit over there (Oh)
Aye, keep that shit (Keep that shit)
Keep that shit over there, aye
Aye, keep that shit over there (No, no, no)
Keep that shit over there (Woo!)
Keep that shit (Keep that shit)
Keep that shit over there (Woo!)

Lil Jon – Alive (feat. Offset & 2 Chainz)

March 15, 2018Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ live
God must be really on my side
Got the baddest bitch up by my side
Cash make the pussy come alive
Everybody know I set the vibe
Bet I’ll steal your bitch like it’s a crime
All my niggas come from doin’ time
Hands in the air, we testify

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Verse 2: Offset & Lil Jon]
Offset!
Ooh, thankin’ the Lord I’m alive (God)
Your diamonds not lookin’ alive (dead)
Bentley truck swervin’, it’s wide (skrrt)
Heard you be talkin’ to 12 (who?)
But I do not fuck with them guys (no)
First time I seen me a bale (bale)
I thought it was gold in my eyes (yes)
The coupe all red inside (ooh)
Duplex, shawty outside (ooh)
We not feelin’ your vibe (yeah)
Nigga played out, retired (retired)
Niggas out here ain’t true (nah)
Two-door coupe, no roof (skrrt, skrrt)
Spikes on the back of my shoe (spikes)
You got more money than who? (Who?)
Christian Dior on my boo (Dior)
Real niggas gon’ salute (salute)
Drip in that like the juice (drip)
Molly with the Henny boost (ooh)
You’re lookin’ at the biggest group (who?)
I’m lookin’ at the biggest boobs (ooh)
Lookin’ at the biggest diamonds
That I put up in my mama’s hula hoops (boogers)
You niggas really out of style now (style)
Bitches really need to bow down (bow)
Migo Gang is a cash cow
Lay down the track, get the bags out (woo)
Handguns and the mags out
It’s time for the birds, take a bath now (brrr)
Smokin’ cookie, ’bout to pass out (cookie)
Come to the Nawf, got the bags out

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz! Yeah
Rick James, show your titties, it’s a celebration
Stuntin’, I wore a mink to my graduation (yeah)
F-F-Fuck the world, I think it’s ovulatin’ (okay)
If you ain’t gettin’ money, what’s your occupation? (Tell ’em)
Check my DNA, the A and K’ll wet ya, boy
Woo! I think I’m carryin’ a Nature Boy
A lot of flavor, boy, I’m all about my paper, boy (paper)
Went to L.A. and tried to smoke an acre, boy (loud)
Can’t relate to noise, bumpin’ like a canker sore (bump)
I told her, "Go to Hell, leave your shoes at the door" (damn)
Yeah (yeah,) this the life I chose (chose)
Nigga, look at me, I look right on hoes

[Chorus: Lil Jon & 2 Chainz]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
Yah
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
Every mothafuckin’ night, nigga
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Poppin’, poppin’, poppin’ bottles
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Bridge: Lil Jon]
I am so grateful, I am so grateful
I’m in the club vibin’, and I’m so thankful
I got them bands on me, she got her hands on me
She did a dance on me, she put that thing on me
Shawty you wilder than a mothafucka
Damn, woo, I ain’t got nothin’ but one thing to say

[Outro: Lil Jon & 2 Chainz]
Thank God that I’m alive
Yah, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Yah, yah
Thank God that I’m alive

Lil Jon – Alive lyrics Lyrics

January 27, 2018Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ live
God must be really on my side
Got the baddest bitch up by my side
Cash make the n*gger come alive
Everybody know I set the vibe
Bet I’ll steal your bitch like it’s a crime
All my niggas come from doin’ time
Hands in the air, we testify

[Verse 2: Offset & Lil Jon]
Offset!
Ooh, thankin’ the Lord I’m alive (God)
Your diamonds not lookin’ alive (dead)
Bentley truck swervin’, it’s wide (skrrt)
Heard you be talkin’ to 12 (who?)
But I do not f*ck with them guys (no)
First time I seen me a bale (bale)
I thought it was gold in my eyes (yes)
The coupe all red inside (ooh)
Duplex, shawty outside (ooh)
We not feelin’ your vibe (yeah)
Nigga played out, retired (retired)
Niggas out here ain’t true (nah)
Two-door coupe, no roof (skrrt, skrrt)
Spikes on the back of my shoe (spikes)
You got more money than who? (Who?)
Christian Dior on my boo (Dior)
Real niggas gon’ salute (salute)
Drip in that like the juice (drip)
Molly with the Henny boost (ooh)
You’re lookin’ at the biggest group (who?)
I’m lookin’ at the biggest boobs (ooh)
Lookin’ at the biggest diamonds
That I put up in my mama’s hula hoops (boogers)
You niggas really out of style now (style)
Bitches really need to bow down (bow)
Migo Gang is a cash cow
Lay down the track, get the bags out (woo)
Handguns and the mags out
It’s time for the birds, take a bath now (brrr)
Smokin’ cookie, ’bout to pass out (cookie)
Come to the Nawf, got the bags out

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz! Yeah
Rick James, show your titties, it’s a celebration
Stuntin’, I wore a mink to my graduation (yeah)
F-F-Fuck the world, I think it’s ovulatin’ (okay)
If you ain’t gettin’ money, what’s your occupation? (Tell ’em)
Check my DNA, the A and K’ll wet ya, boy
Woo! I think I’m carryin’ a Nature Boy
A lot of flavor, boy, I’m all about my paper, boy (paper)
Went to L.A. and tried to smoke an acre, boy (loud)
Can’t relate to noise, bumpin’ like a canker sore (bump)
I told her, “Go to Hell, leave your shoes at the door” (damn)
Yeah (yeah,) this the life I chose (chose)
Nigga, look at me, I look right on hoes

[Chorus: Lil Jon & 2 Chainz]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
Yah
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
Every mothaf*ckin’ night, nigga
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Poppin’, poppin’, poppin’ bottles
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Bridge: Lil Jon]
I am so grateful, I am so grateful
I’m in the club vibin’, and I’m so thankful
I got them bands on me, she got her hands on me
She did a dance on me, she put that thing on me
Shawty you wilder than a mothaf*cka
Damn, woo, I ain’t got nothin’ but one thing to say

[Outro: Lil Jon & 2 Chainz]
Thank God that I’m alive
Yah, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Yah, yah
Thank God that I’m alive

Migo Domingo – Trap All Night

December 26, 2016Azlyrics

[Intro]
I been in the trap all night
What? What?
Trap, trap, trap trap trap

[Pre-Hook]
I been in the trap all night
Beatin’ up the pot, call me Ike
Whipping up the rowdy, no white
27 birds, Ray Rice
Don’t call my phone talkin’ ‘bout the price
Hit a lick then I count it up twice
Thirty clip on my hip, take your life

[Hook]
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night

[Verse 1]
I been in the trap all night
Count a hundred, same floor I shoot dice
Hit a lick, young nigga think twice
Thirty clip on my hip, take your life
I’m in the trap, goin’ up on the price
Scrape the pot, whip it up like rice
I keep a chopper so you better act right
Cause that bitch gon’ bite, Mike Tys’
I got these white hoes fuckin’ up the Hannah Montana
Migo my gang, I don’t need no bandana
All these jewels, looking like Santana
When I pop a seal, know I pour it in a Fanta
Ate a bitch out like I’m Tony Montana
All these monkey niggas, so we keep bananas
Nigga used to rob, now I pull up Panamera
Inside red, outside mascara
Trap the bitch out seven days of the week
Other birds underwater, back to back like a fleet
Took the plug off, time for a repeat
Foreign bad bitch, top floor in the suite
We been in the trap, we been kicking doors, designer my toes
We pull up in Rolls, we come from the Nawf, we call it bando

[Verse 2]
Trap trap trap trap
That’s how a young nigga had to get it
Put this strap to your head like a fitted
Hundred bands, young nigga is you with it?
Thirty-three in the clip, Scottie Pippen
Hit a lick with my niggas, gotta split it
Gotta chopper same size as a midget
Daffy Duck bullets, choppers get to spitting
I been in the trap all night
Thirty on my hip get a fuck nigga right
All these niggas hating, bitch nigga it’s on sight
Domingo go get him, I’m the one to take your life
Pockets on swole but don’t call me Kelly Price
These niggas want a cookie ‘til I tell ‘em what’s the price
Tell the pot, beat it up, whip it like Ike
In the trap all night, got everything you like
Trap trap trap trap trap trap trap
Migo Gang, we done put the Nawf on the map
99 sacks but don’t call me Warren Sapp
I got niggas in the kitchen cookin’ up with a strap
Shout out to the squad, them niggas go hard
They might pull your card
What up with the gang
We whipping up bricks, we serving through bars