Caparezza – Eyes Wide Shut Lyrics

May 10, 2021Azlyrics

[Testo di "Eyes Wide Shut"]

[Strofa 1]
Metto le mie maschere, una passo
Petali di tulipani sul mio gambo
No, non è uno scherzo, una burla manco
Sai che ne cavalco l'onda, Burlamacco
Arlecchino come Camerini
Sì ma solo fuori dai camerini
Perché dentro taccio
Non esterno lacrima nera su volto bianco come Pierrot
Fui Diego della Vega
Le scrissi un'ultima lettera perché già temevo per la carriera
Ghost face quella sera
Ci lasciammo per telefono e si ritrovò un coltello nella schiena
La vidi a una mascherata, cantò "Mas Que Nada"
Come avesse un'identità che non è mai svelata
Io con la maschera da artista dalla ribalta
Venuto a fare una rapina, Casa di carta

[Ritornello]
Cala su di te il sipario delle tenebre
Eyes Wide Shut
Vanno in scena le mie maschere
Io non voglio andare in cerca di me stesso
Perché rischio di trovarmi per davvero
Eyes Wide Shut
Vanno in scena le mie maschere
[Strofa 2]
Metto la maschera ma non perderò la faccia
Baffi in plastica, fingo di leggere la Pravda
Vado a fare un giro tra la gente della piazza
Sono tutti VIP con le frasette dopo l'hashtag
Quanti militanti all day, mille cause, cortei
Sì ma certe volte erano noiosi
Rispondevo "Okay", ma pensavo vorrei
Maschera da hockey come Jason Voorhees
Io nel bosco tipo favola di Perrault
Denti che battono tipo nacchera di legno
Qualcuno mi chiama lungo il passo e non mi fermo

Come fossi il mio gemello con la maschera di ferro
Nascondere il viso era destino come Victor Von Doom
Io col volto pulito non più
Senza la maschera nota nessuno salverà Gotham
Occorre un mito, non Bruce

[Ritornello]
Cala su di te il sipario delle tenebre
Eyes Wide Shut
Vanno in scena le mie maschere
Io non voglio andare in cerca di me stesso
Perché rischio di trovarmi per davvero
Eyes Wide Shut
Vanno in scena le mie maschere
Eyes Wide Shut
[Bridge]
Non elogiare la sincerità
Perché non è un merito, è un mezzo
Eroi della superficialità
Vorrei sentirvi mentire più spesso
Vi vedo lì piazzati
Schietti e patetici come gli avvinazzati
Ma la mia maschera non la tolgo
Mi lascerà senza volto
Come lo spettro di Miyazaki
Cos'è un uomo senza, senza?
Uno spettacolo in scena, tu pensa, pensa
Non mi dà gioia né pena, non mi interessa
Meglio una bugia che almeno è creativa
Se vuoi la verità non è nient'altro che questa
Come puoi dirmi di non fingere se la scelta di fingere è un bisogno reale
Se anche l'età cambia il mio volto con un colpo teatrale
Se togli l'arte dal mio mondo è solo un posto banale, ricorda:
"Art is better than life"

[Outro]
Art is better than lies
Art is better than lies
Art is better than lies
Art is better than lies

Elh Kmer – Ennemis Lyrics

April 18, 2021Azlyrics

[Paroles de “Ennemis”]

[Intro]
Eeeeh
Sosa, t’as vu ?
Freddy K all day

[Couplet 1]
Mes démons m’obéissent et depuis longtemps, ouais, mes démons m’obéissent depuis très longtemps
Je fais de la trap depuis qu’j’suis minot, j’frappe fort dans le sac, ouais, depuis longtemps
Avec le temps, j’me suis assagi, cœur noir brisé comme en Palestine
Très peu d’estime pour les suceurs de eh, j’suis dans le binks avec les mecs qui eh
Nine four four, j’ai le nine qu’il faut, j’ai la gueule du suspеct même quand j’suis dans les normes
J’vеux le trésor, j’mets pas d’alligator, elle a les yeux bridés, j’lui dis arigatô
L’équipe est noire comme N.W.A, t’aimes trop les femmes, tu vas finir dans l’coffre
Un, deux, trois, quatre virements par mois, c’est le minimum, f*ck, le treizième mois
J’suis dans la trap, parfois dans la drill, à mes quinze piges, j’faisais du dirty
Maman s’inquiète, n’aime pas l’industrie, j’lui dis : “T’inquiète, moi non plus, j’les aime pas”
Les potos me disent : “Bsahtek, la gova”, j’lui réponds : “C’est l’mekt,’ c’est le Très-Haut qui donne”
(Hey, hey, ouh), j’lui réponds : “C’est l’mekt,’ c’est le Très-Haut qui donne”

[Pré-refrain]
Oh, machine à billets (machine à billets), machine à billets (machine à billets)
Pour ça, j’dois prier (pour ça, j’dois prier)
Oh, machine à billets (machine à billets), machine à billets (machine à billets)
Pour ça, j’dois prier

[Refrain]
Ennemis, ennemis, ennemis, ennemis, rat de ville, j’ai largué ennemis, ennemis
Fais du biff, fais du biff, fais du biff, fais du biff, droit devant, j’ai toute la panoplie, panoplie
J’ai la shoe, j’ai la shoe, j’ai le nine, j’ai le nine, à qui l’honneur, à qui l’honneur, j’vous en prie, j’vous en prie

Ennemis, ennemis, ennemis, ennemis, ennemis, ennemis, ennemis, ennemis

[Couplet 2]
J’suis dans la Ciudad, j’suis dans le bendo, le carré VIP, c’est pas pour nous
À mes trente piges, j’veux rouler en Bentley, Aventador, moi, j’sais pas pour vous
J’suis dans le tunnel qui relie Nanterre à l’A86, qu’est-ce qu’il est long
Elle me dit : “Kmer, qui suis-je pour toi ?”, j’sais même pas quoi lui dire mais j’ai l’air con
Attends, faut qu’j’fasse autre chose, le peu-ra, j’lui mets sa dose, il a une scoliose
Tit-peu, j’volais de ouf, j’ai fait la misère aux keufs, aux vigiles de Carrefour
Tu parles comme si t’es chaud toi, chez toi, t’es juste un chouf, ici, personne croit
Attends deux secondes que j’vois qui est chaud, pas de feinte de shoot, pas d’carré, d’croix

[Pré-refrain]
Oh, machine à billets (machine à lovés), machine à billets (machine à lovés)
Pour ça, j’dois prier (pour ça, j’dois prier)
Oh, machine à billets (machine à billets), machine à billets
Pour ça, j’dois prier

[Outro]
Mes démons m’obéissent
Vingt, vingt-et-un, c’est moi
Ouh

24hrs – Still Free TC Lyrics (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

April 17, 2021Azlyrics

[Intro: 24hrs]
I love the Private Club
Eight-five, know if I’m speedin’, I’m in my droptop
I been on some get money shit for a long time
I just touched a hundred this month
I bought what the f*ck I want
Dior know me first-name, guess I buy too much
I can’t pass the wood no more
‘Cause I ain’t gettin’ high enough
Been had six, now I’m tryna reach Figure 8
They booked me in December, now the later day

[Verse 1: 24hrs]
Show sold out, we sneakin’ bitches in the VIP
Twelve pulled me over, said he really need to see ID
2020 bat, I got a feature with T.I.P
And she love the Private Club
That’s why she wanna ride with us
I don’ came a long way, back when I didn’t have shit
Walkin’ out of Mastro’s with somethin’ that’s not average
ZaZa, mhmm, that shit make me pass out
If it’s ’bout that gang-gang, know that I’m gon’ crash out
Counted hundred thousand cash way before I had my deal, nigga
Loyalty mean everything, you broke and still be real, nigga
Route receiver, Twenty catchin’ plays, I’m in the field, nigga
She lookin’ for a man, but she keep f*ckin’ everything she meet
I can’t f*ck with everybody, pressin’ up this fentanyl
Big dog, really not a nigga they can step on
Photoshoot, I can tell these niggas wanna be me

[Chorus: 24hrs]
MVMNT, that’s the gang and it’s still Free TC
(MVMNT, that’s the gang and it’s still Free TC)

MVMNT, that’s the gang and it’s still Free TC
(MVMNT, that’s the gang and it’s still Free TC)
I can tell these niggas wanna be me
(I can tell these niggas wanna be me)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
MVMNT, that’s the gang and it’s still Free TC
(MVMNT, that’s the gang and it’s still Free TC)
I ain’t move a finger, but you got touched like the Ouija
(I ain’t move a finger, but you got touched like the Ouija)
105 West, on my way back to Hollywood
Two twenty on the dash, I got a heavy foot
Baby told me “Please slow down”
I think I probably should (Should)
Niggas always wanna race, they see you in a sports car
Spent a hundred in the club, no, we don’t do the sports bar
Two hundred dollar lineups, use to get mine on Crenshaw
Know you mad at me, when I was workin’, you dicked off
Walked into Hermès, I bought my bitch a purse
She gon’ wear it with some Bottegas and my merch (Merch)
Tell ’em I ain’t doin’ not favors, I need my racks (Racks)
‘Til the day I make a billion, I just can’t relax (Relax)

[Chorus: 24hrs]
MVMNT, that’s the gang and it’s still Free TC
(MVMNT, that’s the gang and it’s still Free TC)
MVMNT, that’s the gang and it’s still Free TC
(MVMNT, that’s the gang and it’s still Free TC)
I can tell these niggas wanna be me
(I can tell these niggas wanna be me)

Chiiild & Mahalia – Awake Lyrics

April 5, 2021Azlyrics

[Intro: Chiiild]
Yeah

[Chorus: Chiiild]
Meet me in the bedroom, lay there awake
I’ve been thinking ’bout this thing here all week
One night could feel like four days (Yeah)
Meet me in the bedroom, lay there awake

[Verse: Mahalia]
Time slows down when you pull up to the venue (Uh)
Michelin star crib and my body’s on the menu
VIP treatment, giving you the chef’s special
‘Cause I still get butterflies daily, like the first day that I met you (Met you, ooh, ooh)
I got a dilemma (Dilemma)
Whenever (Whenever)
We’re not together
If you’re tryna be the Nelly to my Kelly, pull up on me
No pressure, sir

[Chorus: Chiiild, Mahalia, Chiiild & Mahalia]
Meet me in the bedroom, lay there awake
I’ve been thinking ’bout this thing here all week (Got me thinking ’bout this thing, woah)
One night could feel like four days (Yeah, yeah, oh)

Meet me in the bedroom, lay there awake

[Post-Chorus: Mahalia & Chiiild]
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Meet me in the bedroom, lay there awake (Yeah)

[Bridge: Chiiild]
You’ve been feeling distant (Yeah)
We’re omitting our natural fixes
Your body’s the mission
Tunnel vision on nights like these (Nights like these, yeah)
Yeah (Nights like these, yeah)
I know you work hard
Hardly working on yourself
(Won’t you) Let go of your stress
Lay back (Lay back)
Lay back, decompress

[Chorus: Chiiild & Mahalia]
Meet me in the bedroom, lay there awake
I’ve been thinking ’bout this thing here all week
One night could feel like four days
Meet me in the bedroom, lay there awake

[Instrumental Outro]

Scott the Pisces – Perfect Summer

March 31, 2021Azlyrics

feat. Aleesia

Blue skies
Summer nights
Chasing dreams & catching flights
Music up, take a drive
By the sea, VIP
Drinking smoothies on the beach
Take a sip, feel the heat

This is the summer of love
Moving so fast
And it only comes once
So let’s make this last
When the summer time calls
Better make it a blast
Cause you only live once
So forget your plans

[Chorus:]
It’s the summer
We’re gonna party tonight
Like no other
The best time of our lives
We’re getting,
On it, and on it
And on it babe
I know you want it, you want it
Come on, let’s play and sing

La La La La La
The perfect summer
La La La La La
It’s getting hotter
La La La La La
I know you wanna
La La La La La
The perfect summer

Barbecue,
Perfect view
By the lake let’s rendezvous
Music up, me and you
Hit the street, feel complete
Iyaz Replay on repeat
Hear the waves
Perfect breeze

This is the summer of love
Moving so fast
And it only comes once
So let’s make this last
When the summer time calls
Better make it a blast
Cause you only live once
So forget your plans

[Chorus:]
It’s the summer
We’re gonna party tonight
Like no other
The best time of our lives
We’re getting
On it, and on it
And on it babe
I know you want it, you want it
Come on, let’s play and sing

La La La La La
The perfect summer
La La La La La
It’s getting hotter
La La La La La
I know you wanna
La La La La La
The perfect summer

When the sun goes down
And the stars come out
Will you remember what it’s all about?
When the moon is high
And the sparks they fly
Will you remember what it’s all about?

This is the summer of love
Moving so fast
and it only comes once
So let’s make this last
When the summer time calls.

[Chorus:]
It’s the summer
We’re gonna party tonight
Like no other
The best time of our lives
We’re getting
On it, and on it
and on it babe,
I know you want it, you want it
Come on, let’s play and sing,

La La La La La
The perfect summer
La La La La La
It’s getting hotter
La La La La La
I know you wanna
La La La La La
The perfect summer

Dej Loaf – Ayo Lyrics

March 30, 2021Azlyrics

[Produced by DDS]

[Verse 1]
Henny by the 5th, gone and take your pick
I'm pausin' cause I'm fly and I feel like I'm the shit
My squad up in VIP, you got in with a dub
I only f*ck with ballers, we don't f*ck around with scrubs
Nigga yayo
All my niggas be like yayo
Say yayo
All my niggas be like yayo

[Verse 2]
Walkin' past the bouncers, standin' on the couches
Bottles for my squad, nigga that's a couple thousand
Nigga yayo
All my niggas be like yayo
Yayo
All these bitches, they be haters
Yayo
All these bitches, they be haters

[Verse 3]
Feelin' like a god, oh my f*ckin' God
Did you just see that car? That bitch go so hard
That don't make no sense, got these haters pissed

Heard you had a problem, when I see you it ain't shit
I'ma represent, all I make is hits
Got too many styles, I don't know which one to pick
They can't put me in a box, free my niggas locked
Every day I pop a bottle for my niggas in the sky
We been eatin' good, hater how you like me now?
All that steak and all that shrimp, I done gained a couple pounds
We gon' slim it down, we gon' take over your town
Ain't no hoes in my circle, nah we don't f*ck around
Ciroc by the cases, pour it on you basics
Let a nigga try me, light him up, don't use no tasers
I can't do no favors, I'm so f*ckin' player
I should run for mayor, niggas watchin' me like cable

Renni Rucci – Can’t Be Lyrics

March 14, 2021Azlyrics

[Intro]
Think we found a loophole

(Chorus)
And I just wanna ball in the VIP
Overseas, take a trip
Shopping sprees, buy me everything I need up in Phipps
Buy me diamonds and bags
Put some ice on my hands
But I ain't tryna be your bitch

[Verse 1:]
Loose lips sink ships and you drowning, baby
You knew what it was
Tell me, why you frowning baby?
You be really trying to wife a bitch
I be trying to slide down the pipe and dip
Independent
I don't need no partnership
Nigga play your part, cause I break hearts
Shoot a nigga down real quick like I play darts

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, you know I'm way too thick
I talk too slick
Ain't met a nigga yet that could tame a bitch
(Chorus)
And I just wanna ball in the VIP
Overseas, take a trip
Shopping sprees, buy me everything I need up in Phipps
Buy me diamonds and bags
Put some ice on my hands
But I ain't tryna be your bitch

And I just wanna ball in the VIP
Overseas, take a trip
Shopping sprees, buy me everything I need up in Phipps
Buy me diamonds and bags
Put some ice on my hands
But I still can't be your bitch

[Verse 2:]
All that calling back to back? Boy relax
You a bug-a-boo, nigga
Can you cut a bitch some slack?
The way you blowing up my phone
I'mma need another jack
Bout to hit your ex bitch
"You could have this nigga back"
We ain't going steady, I just really like to lay up
Only let him cuff me if the nigga got his cake up
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, you know I'm way too thick
I talk too slick
Ain't met a nigga yet that can tame a bitch

And I just wanna ball in the VIP
Overseas, take a trip
Shopping sprees, buy me everything I need up in Phipps
Buy me diamonds and bags
Put some ice on my hands
But I still can't be your bitch

Bladee – Sesame Street Lyrics

March 12, 2021Azlyrics

[Intro: Matt OX]
(I'm working on dying)
Why, all it ever does is rain, rain water
Well, I mean we need water
I wish that it would just rain something that a grouch would like
Like if it would only rain trash
Wishful thinking

[Chorus]
I know I can get her anytime I want
But I don't even want her, I'ma roll a blunt
I had to leave, it was getting deep
I drop a stack at Sesame Street
I'm in the night, make it weep
Prada glasses on, I can't even see
Prada glasses in the club, I can't even see
Might go to sleep in the VIP

[Verse 1]
I pull the truck up in the nighttime, it's a wipeout
I took the sword and I ran with it
Open up the mail, it got dope in it
I do this shit, it got no limit
D-9 on my wrist, drop a rose on it
I see them switch and it's snow coming
I don't need your life I need one moment
Every time I drop it looks like I'm being Photoshopped
Spin around the block, yeah, and then I'm pulling right back out
Back up to my love, 21, feel like I'm the one
I won't be too long, I'll be gone so what's going on

[Verse 2]
Trash Star, moonwalking
Splash her like a dolphin
D-9, the captain, Margiela Straightjacket
The night I cop it, took off like a rocket
Missed call, I block it (I just need one moment)
I just need one moment, show me where it's going
I'm Gucci robing, rocking and I'm rolling
Head lock, I hold him, moving in slow motion
I'm feeling golden, Moncler and it's stolen

Lucki – Greed Lyrics (feat. Lil Yachty)

February 17, 2021Azlyrics

[Lucki:]
I hear you’re looking for Candyman, bitch
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
All that greed, you should kill yourself
All that greed, you should, uh, ayy

All that greed, you should kill yourself
Been geeked, boy, I’ma heal myself
Another high-speed and she still ain’t ate
Sex, money, drugs, I can’t feel my face
Big bro Card in the VIP
Drive so fast, we don’t need IDs
Ho so pretty and she still gon’ bake
Another high-speed and she still ain’t ate

All that greed, you gon’ fit right in
Took a lil’ break, now I’m back, pop a ten
Super charged Tune, they gon’ hear it’s me
Burn this bitch down like literally

[Lil Yachty (Lucki):]
Put a bad bitch in the DDT
Fifty K earring, nothing cheap
Bitch and her friend wanna buy me Chrome
Sitting back, feeling like a P-I-M-P
Remember when niggas’d just give me hell

Rockin’ big clothes, like it’s twenty-oh-three
Pull up, 650, not G 6-3
Have a cookout, everybody get smoke
Niggas going through it, code green like a lima bean
UK bitches tooted up off of ketamine
Turn him to a pack, leave him stuffed like a figurine
Nigga think he fly? We gon’ give that boy a set of wings
Four in the two, shoot-shoot, that’s the regiment
My jeweler just made a light like he Edison
p*ssy grip tight, on the finger like a wedding band
Drop a new clip in the Glock, I slide in (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Lucki:]
All that greed, you should kill yourself
Been geeked, boy, I’ma heal myself
Another high-speed and she still ain’t ate
Sex, money, drugs, I can’t feel my face
Big bro Card in the VIP
Drive so fast, we don’t need IDs
Ho so pretty and she still gon’ bake
Another high-speed and she still ain’t ate

Plk – Intr100000 Lyrics

December 14, 2020Azlyrics

– Oui, oui, venez, c’est par là. Tout au fond à gauche, là-bas
The Danger (The Danger), The Danger (The Danger)
– Oui, bonjour PLK. Nan, juste une question. Alors en fait, j’aurais aimé savoir… Vous avez pas peur de sortir une mixtape après un album ? Surtout qu’l’album a plutôt bien marché, du coup on s’demandait si vous avez peur des chiffres de vente ou du ressenti des gens… ‘fin voilà, on aimerait avoir votre ressenti et si vous avez peur de sortir sur une grosse semaine comme la vôtre… Donc voilà, on aimerait savoir

J’ai peur de quoi ? Les baiser un peu plus ? (oh oui)
Fond d’sixième, j’appuie sur Palette Plus (mhh)
Trois heures du mat’, bloqué sur planète Mars (hey, hey)
Parano, j’crois qu’j’vais sauter mes puces
Face à la juge, j’garde le sang-froid, tu crois qu’j’fais passer cent litres ?
Sale tchoin, j’suis pas sans-emploi, j’viens d’signer contrat à cent mille

J’traîne au Shirwan avec maman, aucune autre n’mérite ça
Fous-moi sur un 500, t’inquiète, j’maîtrise ça
Depuis mes dix-neuf ans, j’suis VIP, demande-leur la vérité
Tu m’veux dans ta boîte, n’en dis pas plus, j’t’envoie le R-I-B
Jaloux par miss mais t’as cé-us
Ta meuf a mis l’cadenas sur Insta’, j’crois qu’j’ai fais sauter la serrure
J’aime pas trop les interviews à cause d’leurs questions tout pétées
Les condés ont l’mort, ont pris ma plaque, ils m’ont mis dix PV
Pendant qu’tu racontais ta vie, au charbon, moi, j’y étais
Écoute bien, j’ai peur que d’Dieu et moi-même, la tête à Pepe

J’ai peur de quoi ? Les baiser un peu plus ? (oh oui)
Fond d’sixième, j’appuie sur Palette Plus (mhh)

Trois heures du mat’, bloqué sur planète Mars (hey hey)
Parano, j’crois qu’j’vais sauter mes puces
Face à la juge, j’garde le-sang froid, tu crois qu’j’fais passer cent litres ?
Sale tchoin, j’suis pas sans-emploi, j’viens d’signer contrat à cent mille (cent patates)
J’viens d’signer contrat à cent mille (cent patates)
J’viens d’signer contrat à cent mille (cent patates)

On n’est pas beaux, mais on s’arrange, eh
On n’a pas d’sous mais on allonge, y a pas d’sous-métier alors j’bossais sur l’rain-té, tout l’été
J’ai tellement la dalle, j’vais tout leur prendre gros, j’vais tout péter
J’aime pas trop les fêtes, voir des gens bourrés, ça m’fait pas gole-ri
Les shlags s’transforment en méga shlag et derrière font les malpolis
J’préfère rester entre gorilles, qu’ils retournent taper leur doliprane
La vérité, pas jolie, f*ck le showbiz [?]

J’ai peur de quoi ? Les baiser un peu plus ? (oh oui)
Fond d’sixième, j’appuie sur Palette Plus (mhh)
Trois heures du mat’, bloqué sur planète Mars (hey hey)
Parano, j’crois qu’j’vais sauter mes puces
Face à la juge, j’garde le sang-froid, tu crois qu’j’fais passer cent litres ?
Sale tchoin, j’suis pas sans-emploi, j’viens d’signer contrat à cent mille, (cent patates, fils de putain)
J’viens d’signer contrat à cent mille (fils de schmet)
J’viens d’signer contrat à cent mille

Mais du coup j’me disais, parce que vous n’avez pas répondu à ma… aïe aïe mais ah… voyons, mais arrêtez !
The Danger (The Danger) Arrêtez ça ! Oh ! The Danger (The Danger)

Jeezy – Ill’in Lyrics (feat. Clipse)

November 8, 2020Azlyrics

[Produced by The Alchemist]

[Hook – Young Jeezy]
So sick, so sick, I’m sickle cell sick
What the f*ck you think I’m doing right now?
I got my Glock on, watch on, clock on
Everything’s cool, no pressure, I’m chillin’
Make them pussies sick, have em caught up in they feelin’s
I be illin’, illin’, illin’, illin’

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I’m the type to boast, I’m the type to brag
I’m the type of nigga play a game of chess on his bag
Full 17 blow your chest out ya ass
Leave him on the concrete like the nigga working abs
The way I work that work out, call me a trainer
Throw that water right off the top, who needs a strainer?
Brandon told me don’t bother with forks, I use a hater
Then I let him sit out and air dry; who needs a hanger?
Airport hours, Sunday to Sunday
Let them bitches fly out the yard, call it a runway
Call me sensei: Jeezy Miyagi
Got a old school whip game: call it Atari
Got some redbones to go out to Phoenix, get that Amare
And every time you walk in they crib it look safari
And they don’t play by that Young Money Nicki Minaj
White powder in the air like ‘Bron this for the guys

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
It was the coldest Winter ever
Middle of the Summer months
Powder to my waist
See my cocaine cummerbund
Tuxedo all white
Something like my prom night
My teachers even saw jail
They ain’t read my palms right
Nah, my future brighter than ever

The flow gets cleverer by the year
Killer minus the tattoo tears
Cause murder don’t mix with the shit
That I got floating in by the pier
Tell Hova don’t pass the crown so soon
Unless he got a crown for every writer in the room
There’s too many spirits on these ghost-written tunes
So you can’t crown the heir until you seance the room
The CL wood grain like trail mix
Evidence of fishscale where the scale sits
No amount of record sales could derail this
Stuffing dead prezzies in the wall like
The Yale bitch. Inhale this

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Malice]
I’m so sick with it, Malice got bird flu
Sat till drought came; patience a virtue
Who ain’t know the Clipse get it in like a curfew?
You could smell it on me coke-scented like it’s perfume
Sitting in that church pew, looking for forgiveness
Wishing we had Tony back, now all of us are prisoners
Took it all for granted I guess freedom was a privilege
VIP toasting drinks, making up my spirits
Snitch nigga hear this, lemme make it clear
Eleven hollows in my Glock: whom shall I fear?
And I ain’t gotta tip-toe, I walk without a care
I’m chilling like the hook say, of whom shall I beware?
Death is not a scare, in fact I yearn for my father’s house
f*ck you p*ssy niggas yeah, Mal has got a potty mouth
I won’t f*ck around and show you exactly what I’m talking ’bout
Even though I walk by faith I’m still keeping that shotty out

Jack The Smoker – Che Si Fa? Lyrics (feat. Nitro)

November 1, 2020Azlyrics

[Testo di “Che si fa?” ft. Nitro]

[Intro: Nitro]
Vedo in tele’ solo sangue e morte e non mi tocca niente
Le menzogne hanno le gambe corte, non si tocca sempre

[Strofa 1: Jack The Smoker]
Per restare calmo ci vuole un atto di fede
Quest’anno ho fatturato meno del gatto di Fedez
Senza monete servi a un cazzo come gli anziani
Valori con cui ti riempion le orecchie, anzi gli ani (Ani)
Nato dove non sei niente senza vita “in”
Dove se il bambino non apprende prende Ritalin
Dove tre quarti di questa gente è gente che si fa
Finché stiamo fatti tutti amici, e dopo che si fa?
Dalla piazza delle rime alla via del successo
Passo all’ufficio “Oggetti smarriti”, ho perso me stesso
Neanche sai perché sei depresso, l’accetti e non sbraiti
Non sai più niente di te stesso, sai tutto dei VIP
Mi hanno detto dalle medie di badare ai voti alle medie
Giuro che ho le palle piene delle balle in tele
E del popolo educato da Le Iene
La menzogna è un cocktail dolce per chi l’ingerì
Come lei che è sotto le coperte senza lingerie (Yeah)

[Ritornello: Nitro]
Troie e coca e dopo che si fa? (Pow-pow-pow-pow)
Eh, vida loca per necessità, eh
Facce bianche senza identità
Dentro gabbie fatte in plexiglass
Vedo in tele solo sangue e morte, non mi tocca niente (Uoh)
Le menzogne hanno le gambe corte, non si tocca sempre
Quindi vai prima te, vai prima te, vai prima te
Che a me viene da ridere
Vai prima te, vai prima te, vai prima te
Che a me non fa più ridere

[Strofa 2: Jack The Smoker]

Mangia se ti senti vivo
E ingrassa, sì, chi te lo vieta?
Così prima spendi per il cibo
E così dopo spendi per la dieta
Consumando in modo assurdo
Auto nuove con il turbo
Tette finte dal chirurgo, già
Se mi assumi e poi non paghi qua è meglio rubare, cazzo non ti pare? (Beh)
Cazzo studi a fare quando vedi combinare solo pompinare?
Tira fuori il cazzo in strada se hai problemi di ego e vuoi farti notare
Mamma fai giocare i bimbi con i Lego invece di portarli ai talent
Per me sei povero dentro se spendi da Gucci i tuoi cash
Fanculo Barbara D’urso e i suoi bluff
Mia nonna era meglio di tutti ‘sti chef (Ah)
La gente vive una vita noiosa
Invidia i ricchi e la moda costosa
Sbircia le foto di cronaca rosa
Poi giudica gli altri in maniera morbosa
Qua chi va in tele, si sente in cima
Sembra che ha fatto cinquina, già
Se ti vedo in tele, la butto prima
Sì, la tu faccia ci inquina (Merda)
Se tutto qua è moda, più foto, più zoom
Lei corre dietro, Orlando Bloom
Entro nella metro urlando: “Boom”

Blasterjaxx – Party All Week Lyrics (feat. JAMEZ)

October 5, 2020Azlyrics

Hands up
Hands up
Hands up
Everybody lets go
Hands up
Hands up
Hands up
Everybody lets go

Hands up everybody lets go

Just might
No sleep

Drink in the hand with a lady left and the right
Get a [?] VIP rose gold [?] club going up all night
Got a car with a V12 race car seat belt
Flown in just for the week
Got a freak with a nose-ring
Sex like no strings
Whole thing all too sweet

I got her feet bouncing off the ground
And when the lights go out
That’s when I hype the crowd
I got that drop so down

And the bass so loud
And when I hit the stage
They all amazed and wild
They never stop
The second you know I rock this
Heading off with the top
See [?]
Its when I hear [?] clout
We [?]
[?] you wanna shout
You wanna shout
Everybody lets get it

Throw your arms in the air
Make ’em move to the beat
Clap your hands like this
Get them moving like me
Jump jump in the air
Get you high off your feet
When you live like this
You can party all week

Hands up everybody lets go

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – No Opp Left Behind Lyrics

October 4, 2020Azlyrics

[Intro]
Metro in this bitch goin’ brazy

[Verse 1]
Made it out the dirt, I was head first
A nigga used to rob, ayy, and I used to serve
Couldn’t go to work, school was the worst
p*ssy tried to play me, ayy, put him on a shirt
Lambo real fast, fell in love with cash
Fell in love with head, ayy, I fell in love with ass
Science, I was ‘sleep, ayy, I fell in love with math
She was at the club, ayy, I made her take a bath
Ayy, I’m King Smoke, so I got a drum on the stick
Gang was in there, I can’t put my tongue on that shit
He was talkin’ crazy ’til that hollow hit his lip
Ayy, Big 4L, even the killers gettin’ killed
All you see is Pateks and APs in my clique
Wе got all the bottles and the hookah in thе VIP
I might be a rapper, but it’s thirty in this clip
Ayy, Zone 6, we get niggas buried ’round this bitch

[Chorus]
Pitbull the way I walk, the way I talk
Loose lips sink ships, yellow tape, white chalk
Multitask, use the pistol and the fork
Screamin’, “No opp left behind,” nigga, we gon’ kill ’em all
Ain’t no cap in my rap, ain’t no flaw
You could tell it when I rap, ain’t no cut, this shit raw
Cut him off if he talkin’ to the law
I’m with Draco ’cause he quiet ’til he hit you in the jaw

[Verse 2]
My lil’ niggas don’t wanna trap, they wanna spin
Ayy, spin, fill the choppas up, then spin again
Free my dawg, he not eatin’, so why he in a pen’?
From Atlanta, not Vegas, but I still sin
Ayy, chain like a yo-yo, ride me like a pogo
She from out of D.C., when she f*ck me, she play go-go
Used to sip lines, now a nigga sippin’ Fours, though
Niggas rappin’ gangsta, but they really hoes, though
Street niggas, streets don’t talk, but you told, though

Rattail hangin’ in the hood, boy, you bold bold
We ain’t tryna hear ’bout all the bricks that you sold sold
They don’t need a badge, but them niggas still the po-po
Focused on my bag, focused on my money
I done had some dark days, I done had some sunny
Niggas think they hot, I think niggas funny
Ayy, yellow baguette, VV-VVS’s look like honey
All my diamonds pissed on, ayy, Andre Drummond
My playa won’t even pull inside the ‘partments ’cause they haunted
My dawg could’ve passed me the ball, but he punted
Got my turn, did a onside kick, that’s how I’m comin’

[Outro]
Multitask, use the pistol and the fork
Screamin’, “No opp left behind,” nigga, we gon’ kill ’em all
Multitask, use the pistol and the fork
Screamin’, “No opp left behind,” nigga, we gon’ kill ’em all
Ain’t no cap in my rap, ain’t no flaw
You could tell it when I rap, ain’t no cut, this shit raw
Cut him off if he talkin’ to the law
I’m with Draco ’cause he quiet ’til he hit you in the jaw

[Skit: Morgan Freeman]
A wise man knows not to have a lot of enemies
The friction of constant conflict is a distraction in life
And left unchecked can end up being what subtracts him from life
If possible, all enemies should be eliminated

Canardo – Ce Qu’il Nous Reste Lyrics

June 27, 2020Azlyrics

[Intro]
Ne brisez pas nos rêves c’est tout ce qu’il nous reste
(Laissez-moi, laissez-moi, dans ma tête oui laissez-moi)
Ne brisez pas nos rêves c’est tout ce qu’il nous reste
(Laissez-moi, laissez-moi dans ma tête oui laissez-moi)

[Couplet 1]
J’aime quand elle m’emmène, qu’elle me fait oublier mes problèmes
Mes problèmes qui s’enchaînent, enlassé dans ses bras je ne peux plus vivre sans elle
Elle a son côté bestial mais il n’y a qu’elle qui sait redonner le smile
Juste ferme les yeux et DJ monte le son fais péter ces murailles
Je ressens comme un vide ma belle je t’invite à danser laisse toi faire
Pas besoin du carré VIP, ce soir on est tous des chanteurs

[Pré-Refrain]
(Quand la musique m’appelle) Obligé que je décroche
(Si tu veux je t’emmène) Yeah

[Refrain]
Ne brisez pas nos rêves, c’est tout ce qu’il doit nous rester
On a tellement attendu, tellement cru qu’on en est devenu cinglé
La mélodie nous guérit, nous évade de toutes ces pressions
Elle traverse le temps, les frontières et ses religions
Ne brisez pas nos rêves, c’est tout ce qu’il doit nous rester
On a tellement attendu, tellement cru qu’on en est devenu cinglé
La mélodie nous guérit, nous évade de toutes ces pressions
Elle traverse le temps, les frontières et ses religions

[Pont]
(La,la,la,la,la)
(La,la,la,la,la)
(La,la,la,la,la)
(La,la,la,la,la)

[Couplet 2]
Elle a ce truc magique qui peut te rendre nostalgique
Nostalgique, toujours le bon tempo quand il le faut, tu sais qu’elle a les mots
Toutes la journée je l’écoute à fond sans jamais m’en lasser
Hiver comme été elle est capable de te faire rire ou pleurer
Ça paraît tellement logique dans ma tête j’ferme les yeux la musique sait y faire
Tous les soirs j’suis en feat jusqu’à pas d’heure

[Pré-Refrain]
(Quand la musique m’appelle) Obligé que je décroche
(Si tu veux je t’emmène) Yeah

[Refrain]
Ne brisez pas nos rêves, c’est tout ce qu’il doit nous rester
On a tellement attendu, tellement cru qu’on en est devenu cingler
La mélodie nous guérit, nous évade de toutes ces pressions
Elle traverse le temps, les frontières et ses religions
Ne brisez pas nos rêves, c’est tout ce qu’il doit nous rester
On a tellement attendu, tellement cru qu’on en est devenu cingler
La mélodie nous guérit, nous évade de toutes ces pressions
Elle traverse le temps, les frontières et ses religions

[Pont]
(La,la,la,la,la)
(La,la,la,la,la)
(La,la,la,la,la)
(La,la,la,la,la)

[Outro]
Ne brisez nos rêves pas c’est tout ce qu’il nous reste
(Laissez-moi, laissez-moi, dans ma tête oui laissez-moi)
Ne brisez pas nos rêves c’est tout ce qu’il nous reste
(Laissez-moi, laissez-moi, dans ma tête oui laissez-moi)

Ernia – Puro Sinaloa Lyrics (feat. Lazza, Rkomi & Tedua)

June 22, 2020Azlyrics

[Testo di “Puro Sinaloa” ft. Tedua, Rkomi & Lazza]

[Intro: Ernia]
Milano
Tredici anni dopo, una generazione dopo
Vai Joe, andiamo
Do-Do-Do-Do-Don Joe

[Strofa 1: Ernia]
Trovami ancora seduto sul corner
Mentre racconto qualche storia forte
Poetica fatta di fumo, di asfalto, di pare e di morte
Spacco solo io, fra’, no te
Tipa, fra’, nuova di pacca
Quanto c’ho speso per ‘sta nuova giacca
Uova dal culo, son uova di Pasqua
Una borsa al collo che, fra’, non è una borsa, è il Nasdaq
Il sogno era di farli ASAP
Dandoti la pelle d’oca alle braccia
La scritta “ACAB”, tutti nei club, fra’
Metti le mani sul culo, c’hai le mani in faccia
La paura fa novanta, la novantuno paura, certo
Andrebbe scritto alle fermate per qualche inesperto
Ed è così che la vera Milano suona, ah
Per questo arrivo da Bo-Bo-Bonola

[Strofa 2: Tedua]
Gallaratese, circonvalla in gara schiaccia il taser
Quando chicco balla, dice al tipo chi comanda
Vede chi comanda, si fotte dell’ambiente
Della scena adiacente
Per piacere, genovese, babe
Non è che vado giù in ferie
Siamo su in tele, quel che succede
Ad oggi la censura è ancora sui rapper che parlan sul premier
(Tedua) Vedo gente lamentarsi: Dark o FSK, ma (Ma dai)
Abbiamo ascoltato coca-rap prima dei rapper ad Atlanta
Ed io quanti ne imbosco, chili sotto al cruscotto
Parla al riocontra se, se ti incontra un poliziotto
Tutti bravi a fare i viaggi, personaggi
Poi nel video porti il ferro con cui va a caccia tuo nonno
Ah, ah, credevi fosse un gioco
Ma io ho il micro nel conflitto fuoco a fuoco
Okay, mi hai convinto ma confido poco a poco
Ho il mito di Al Pacino ed il tapiro te lo tiro (Addosso)
In bocca ho una torcia più grossa di quella di uno sbirro

[Ritornello: Ernia, Rkomi, Lazza & Tedua]
Tu sei VIP su IG, noi VIP al TG

Noi visti in TV, voi distintivi
Picchia come Gohan
Uova in pancia, boa
Da Milano a Doha, puro Sinaloa
Tu sei VIP su IG, noi VIP al TG
Noi visti in TV, voi distintivi
Picchia come Gohan
Uova in pancia, boa
Da Milano a Doha, puro Sinaloa

[Strofa 3: Rkomi]
Allerta sempre, gira la giacca
Dopo un furto serve un cambio targa
Cambiare è un attimo, lo so
Ma ho solo tredici anni e ho solo cinque euro
Devono diventare cento, dopo centomila, un milione
Bomber nero, dentro un pon pon
Puro Bogo’, bon bon, tredici anni dopo
Giro la giacca dopo un furto, con la trancia nello zaino
Avevo tredici anni, il punto dentro il doppio dei miei anni
Ed io copiavo i grandi, parlavo come loro
Come Leo, come [?]
Con mia madre che urlava: “È pronto”
È agosto e mi sento solo, Milano, come ti odio
Dal palco a Piazzale Cuoco, mi faccio bastare il poco

[Strofa 4: Lazza]
Rimo da quando non mi chiamavano Zzala
Sulla novanta, senza un euro in tasca
Sognavo un palco come un’ora d’aria
La nuova generazione era paga
E, fra’, mi sentivo solo
Ricordo ma’ che piangeva, mi hanno bocciato di nuovo
Oggi che quelli che ascoltavo, fra’, si ascoltano me
Sorridi a ventiquattro denti e la mia faccia sul Duomo
E yes, yes, yoh, forse mi batti a yes, yes, Pro
Non so chiedere per favore, né permesso
E so che oggi, fra’, per prendere il mio
Ho fatto contento il diavolo e fatto offendere Dio

[Ritornello: Ernia, Rkomi, Lazza & Tedua]
Tu sei VIP su IG, noi VIP al TG
Noi visti in TV, voi distintivi
Picchia come Gohan
Uova in pancia, boa
Da Milano a Doha, puro Sinaloa
Tu sei VIP su IG, noi VIP al TG
Noi visti in TV, voi distintivi
Picchia come Gohan
Uova in pancia, boa
Da Milano a Doha, puro Sinaloa

PARTYNEXTDOOR – SAVAGE ANTHEM Lyrics

March 30, 2020Azlyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Don’t hold your breath
Don’t wait on my love
Don’t hold your breath
Don’t wait on my love

[Verse 1]
Don’t wait on my reply to your text
Don’t wait on my nut from your sex
Don’t trust me to capture the moment
Forgive me, it just was a moment
Don’t lay up, I’d rather not stand out
I heard number two is your man now
Don’t mind me bein’ number two now
I’ma man up, ain’t no man down
You see I don’t give no fucks now
Is it somethin’ we discussed now?
That shit got you in disgust now
‘Cause I’d rather we just fuck now

[Chorus]
Don’t hold your breath (Don’t hold it, oh)
Don’t wait on my love (Don’t wait on my love, oh, no)
Don’t hold your breath (Don’t hold it, no)
Don’t wait on my love (Oh, don’t wait on my love, love)

[Verse 2]
I put the dirt into dirt bag
Still got your jacket in my bag
I stood you up, that was my bad
Gave me your heart, watch me break that
Many different bitches in the coupe
This is how low that a mack stoop
Me bein’ faithful’s the issue
Tryna clean up ’cause you comin’ soon
I broke her off in the livin’ room
There is a smell in the livin’ room
Know that’s fucked up, that’s what pimpin’ do
Ooh, know that’s fucked up, that’s what pimpin’ do, woah

[Chorus]
Don’t hold your breath (Don’t hold your breath, no, no)
Don’t wait on my love (Don’t wait on it, don’t wait on it, woah)
Don’t hold your breath (You must suffocate, yeah)
Don’t wait on my love (Don’t wait on my love, don’t wait on my love, oh)

[Verse 3]
Wash my dick off before I get home
Maison Margiela on me, though
I’m the opposite of hero
The opposite of your hero
The make up, the breakup was see-through
The way I did you was illegal
Your girl was right, yeah, she called it
You should believe in your people
Talked to you then went to the strip club
VIP, I got my dick sucked
Came back to you and I kissed ya
That led to fucking on the tour bus
Packed up and went back to Oakland
Finally, it’s out in the open
I gave you the hope, you did the hopin’

[Chorus]
Don’t hold your breath (Don’t hold your breath, don’t hold your breath, woo)
Don’t wait on my love (Don’t wait on me, I’ll let you down, I’ll let you down, yeah)
Don’t hold your breath (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Don’t wait on my love (I ain’t shit, you gotta know now, I ain’t shit, you gotta know)

[Outro]
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey

Juice WRLD – Nobody Lyrics

September 7, 2019Azlyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
808 Pound
Bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna

[Chrous: Juice WRLD]
Shine bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna (Yeah)
Eyes low, so low, that ain’t marijuana (Yeah)
Just me, solo, I don’t need nobody (Yeah)
All alone with five pints of Wock’, that’s a party (Yeah)
Shorty came from Hong Kong, know a lil’ karate
Shot her boyfriend in the stomach, now he doin’ the Ricky Bobby (Huh)
Dior on my shades, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)
I ain’t throwing shade but I can’t see nobody, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Pull out the big guns, they run from me
I always keep one, I’m no dummy
I’ma go get a AP, I’ll be shining
Tony Hawk Pro Skater 3, I’m grinding
Play your bitch like a PlayStation
Every day in L.A. it’s a vacation
Ha ha, laughing at these haters
Broke as a bitch, they ain’t getting paper
Yeah, no more fighting over money, I’m a rich guy
Nowadays, I’m probably fighting over the Wi-Fi
You know that nigga that always got bad phone connection, yeah I’m that guy

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
(Lil Boat)
Like I’m Stevie with the lights off
Fuck her with my ice on, had to cop that Wock’, the price was right like the game show (Ice)
How you love that ho we made that lil’ bitch do the gang, ho
I’m filled up like Jenga
Get that, flip that, lick that
I need to know, lick on her tits, no speel
Shoot with the gang in the VIP
This lil’ bitch name Tiffany her favorite color teal
Hmm, that makes sense, ’cause zodiacs are real (Alright)
I be dealing with these hating niggas for some time
Ain’t gon’ start shit, never in the dark I shine
Bitch, I’m under 21, I do not drink no wine
I fucked that bitch listening to me, not no Ginuwine

[Chrous: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
Shine bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna (Lil Boat)
Eyes low, so low, that ain’t marijuana (Yeah)
Just me, solo, I don’t need nobody (Yeah)
All alone with five pints of Wock’, that’s a party (Yeah)
Shorty came from Hong Kong, know a lil’ karate
Shot her boyfriend in the stomach, now he doin’ the Ricky Bobby (Huh)
Dior on my shades, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)
I ain’t throwing shade but I can’t see nobody, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)

Young Thug – I Bought Her Lyrics

August 17, 2019Azlyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin (DJ Durel)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I whipped up in Beverly Hills, but it wasn’t sushi (That big, big Birkin bag, that Birkin, yeah)
I couldn’t afford her, that she was way better at Hooters (Took out a order, woah)
I gave her .40, took brand new AK to a shooter (Shootin’ in 4K)
I can get a nigga ass smoked for a bowl of noodles (I can get a nigga ass smoked, woah)
I gave her 40 clip, take to the woadie, the shooter (Woah)
I brought the Carbon 15 and it’s tall as a ruler (Woah)
I had the daughter come see, I thought it was voodoo (Woah)
I left the car parked outside of the boogaloos (Skrrt, woah)
You don’t go Need for Speed, yeah, I just been movin’ ’em (I keep it goin’, poom, poom)
I been done trapped some tree, and I just been boolin’ in (I’m in the hospital, yeah)
I need to catch me some Zs, ’cause I just been booted up (I need to get me some sleep)
I had your bitch on her knees and I told her toot it up (Had this bitch on her knees)
Fish fork, ayy, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, oh baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes

[Verse 2: Lil Duke & Young Thug]
Richest as it get, hundred on my wrist
Hundred on the necklace, hundred on the clip
Hundred on his head, I just splat a flip
Hundred on my bitch, couple of cribs
I can never rat, I can stack the chips
I will never fuck her, I just got the lip
I just gotta love it, I just gotta kill it
I just gave her chrome, I just got a VIP
Hoppin’ out a jet, I can get her wet
Louboutin chest, under my neck
I came with the drugs, Hi-Tectavis
V’s on my neck, as big as it gets
I came for nothin’, too fuckin’ restless
I’m a slimeball, baby, I’m treacherous
Iced out Hermès belt like a wrestler
Fuck her good, but I never kept her (Yeah)

[Outro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin

Key Glock – Talk My Shit Lyrics

November 28, 2018Azlyrics

[Intro]
Hit ’em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat

[Verse 1]
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit
They like who the fuck is this with this ice ass wrist? (Glock)
And this fresh ass fit and this bad ass bitch
How the fuck he get her? Man, this bitch too thick
I’m courtside in Dior
Yeah I’m courtside with your daughter (Yeah, yeah)
Chicken strips and fries what I order, uh
And please don’t forget the honey mustard (Baby, please, uh)
She like she gotta pee, I said, “Go, ho,” I can’t miss the quarter (Go)
I do this shit with ease, I put the E in extortion (Yeah)
But I been comin’ down lately ’cause I been tourin’, yeah
Madison Square Garden, I seen ‘Bron score 40, uh (On God)
Man, I swear to God, in New York I had my forty (New York)
Money real tall so you cannot call me Shorty (Uh-uh)
With the same gang, never change, just like Jordan
My bankroll enormous, just like Norbit
Girlfriend, yup, got them big Benjamins
Big backends, yup, big dividends (Racks)
And that Benz, it’s so fast, it blend in with the wind
I need a house so big that the den got a den (Goddamn, the fuck?)

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (On God)
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Verse 2]
Young nigga lit (Lit)
This young nigga lit (Yeah)
I hit my first lick and didn’t look back ever since, uh
Nigga, that ain’t this, yeah, I need every cent (Yeah)
I need mine like a pimp (Yeah), six figures on my fit (Yeah)
Let me kick my shit (What?), these shoes cost your rent
Bitch can’t get shit, might just give her a hint (Bitch)
I park the whip in the VIP, but I didn’t get some lip (Yeah)
On my pistol I grip (Fire), the only time I bust quick, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit (Hold up)
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (Yeah)
Bitch, let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Outro]
Glizzock

Gucci Mane – Pay Me (Ft. Fruity) Lyrics

September 13, 2018Azlyrics

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I need a bitch that can pull me a bitch
Or turn a trick, or better yet, turn me on to a lick
I hope to know she a ho, who, who ain’t scared of this shit
I hope to know without a pimp, she a regular bitch
I give her gang for every situation, have her infatuated
I got the gift of gab, and the conversation who’s the nation
I need a couple more to expect Gucci’s operation
The one Matroppa Rapper, pimpin is my ocupation
So stop all that hezatation, all that procrastonation
Cooperation leads to indulging and fornacation
So Fruit, you say you love me, but bitch, I love the loot
I coppin blow, I’m in persute of a new prostitute

[Verse2: Fruity]
What you know about a ass shaking, money making nigga
Break a bitch, on some pimp shit, call me a pimp bitch
A surtified man, ? these hoes?
Tell him bring my money back, sure my shits in tackt, bitch
I say these bitches dreams, tell these hoes they on my team
A ? lookin ho, just done with ? skeem
Let me tell all you niggas a lil something bout me
I’m well trained, I’m off the chain, nigga, I ain’t ?

[Verse 3: Fruty]
Some bitches talk the talk, but I be walking the walk
My nigga Gucci round M up, and I make sure they trick off
Dolo might, but I will, fuck you ? the ticket, pay yo meal
Some bitches need X, but my pussy be red and wet
Got so much game, guess you can say I’m a poetic pimp
VIP type bitch, I strut, fuck a limp
Niggas eyes be romen, when they see me pass
They wanna grab on this ass, I’m straight dropping for cash
? place a pillo under my knees?
Sippin and slerppin and spit
Hit a split and and slow ride yo dick, when I’m turnin tricks
All for the love of the straight drop clique
My nigga, all for the love of the straight drop clique

Young Thug – U Ain’t Slime Enough Lyrics

August 17, 2018Azlyrics

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah
I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house
I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Karlae & Young Thug]
Outside lookin’ in, there is no comparison
You put them bitches in a line and I’ll embarrass them
Magnificently written, all this shit that I be kickin’
Ain’t no lions in the jungle, really all these bitches kittens
Who they kiddin’, they be smitten
Tell ’em bye and then good riddance
And they freestyles bye, I can tell that shit go written (slime)
Excuse me! See we different
Everybody out here braggin’ ’bout their dough
But when it’s time to spend that money, where that bread go?
I beat that shit like congo, I pass hoes Rondo (slat)
Then I go inside that Louis purse, run ho
Proudly I kick shit, with thousands money pilin’ up
Y’all be on that internet, but money is not dialin’ up
Your wild dreams ain’t wild enough, so what you come at me for?
I’ll invade your lane, I suggest you take a detour (woo, woo, woo!)
And please check the decor, and y’all drinkin’, we pour
Never say that we poor, y’all keep actin’
Bitch I’m goin’ Eeyore, is it just me or… these hoes need to level up?
Just bought a green Birkin, call her 7-Up
Your real isn’t real enough, so tell me what you fishin’ for

[Refrain: Karlae]
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I scream “Slime, slime, slime,” they come in a rush
I got snakes tatted on me and my chain on my neck
I slimed up my grandma
Diamonds on my Cartiers, I see farther than Farrakhan (woo)
I know niggas gettin’ extorted, like the common cold
I done ate cereal out a plate, I done ate cereal out a bowl
Niggas ain’t slimy enough, niggas ain’t grimy enough
I got black diamonds like my grandpa’s snuff
Way more money than you
Ain’t no sympathy, no
Niggas’ll wipe your nose like you’re sick, you know?
All my niggas shoot first like a damn intro
I get boxes of dough, Kimbo
You a slimy motherfucker Karlae, tell ’em the truth
You’ll catch a body for me, motherfucker, tell ’em the truth
All of these thotties ’bout to think I’m super slimey for you
But you the hottest in the mothafucka, that’s my boo, yeah

[Refrain: Karlae]
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough

[Verse 3: Duke]
I’ll slime you out (slime you out)
All these other bitches thirsty, they want clout (they want clout)
Dick in her mouth (dick in your mouth)
I’m on her hip like a pouch (pouch)
She like when I’m beat her down (down)
Man ringin’ bells in the town (brrt)
I was just servin’ them ounces (ounces)
Now we poppin’ them bottles
We all in the VIP and we standin’ on couches (couches)
Surrounded by nothin’ but vultures (vultures)
I gotta keep it in motion (motion)
You see me, you know that I’m totin’ (totin’)
Playin’ ’bout none of my bros
And if I see you, I’m wipin’ your nose

Aminé – HICCUP Lyrics

August 16, 2018Azlyrics

[Intro]
Boston

[Hook: Aminé]
My wrist sore (true), my wrist sore (true)
You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
No hiccups, no hiccups
He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
I don’t trust no one
My wrist is lookin frozen

[Post Hook: Aminé]
Ice cold, too cold, numb
Might re-e-e-e-e-ewind
Gave her dick and then I split, mhm
Workin’ like I got a shift, mhm
Youngest nigga poppin’ shit, mhm
Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit, yeah
Had my whole my whole life give and go, mhm
24, now 24, mhm
Diamonds on my bi-i-i-itch, mhm
That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Ass fat, bring it right back
I-I’m in the VIP, cause they pay me for this shit
Imma be here if I be here
That’s your car note on my wrist

[Hook: Aminé]
My wrist sore, my wrist sore
You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
No hiccups, no hiccups
He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
I don’t trust no one (no one!)
My wrist is lookin frozen

[Post Hook: Aminé]
Ice cold, too cold, numb
I re-e-e-e-ewind
Gave her dick and then I split (Fuck a birkin)
Workin’ like I got a shift (Puttin’ work in)
Youngest nigga poppin’ shit (Bitch I’m certain)
Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit (Hold up, I had plans)
Had my whole life give and go (That shit right back)
24, now 24 (Yeah, it’s like that)
Diamonds on my bi-i-i-i-itch, mhm
That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Diamonds on my bitch, mhm
Cuban bracelets on my wrist, mhm
You hear that we got rich, mhm
Michael Jordan for the kids, mhm
I collect it like a bridge, mhm
Copped my bitch the latest Mercedes-Benz
I was all alone, Young Gunna ain’t got no friends
We just went to the mall and spent a couple bands
I’ll talk it all and end up shakin’ hands
She offer me some pussy my finesse
My first baguettes lookin’ like some glass
Might pull the pedal tryna do the dash

[Outro: Aminé]
Mhm
Mhm
Mhm

Travis Scott – 5% TINT Lyrics

August 4, 2018Azlyrics

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for?
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for, mm

[Verse 1]
Who that creepin’? Know the tint is dark (five percent)
All that fall-in-love shit, got it Kevin Hart (yeah, yeah)
All that speed and fly shit, we might teleport, yuh (skrr, skrr)
All that cop a rack shit, I might clip a sarge, yuh (twelve)
Keep bouncin’ that ass, you just might get award, yeah
If she bad, she get a pass into the tour (passes yeah)
I pick through the family, grab the bad sister like Janet
Opps outside, don’t panic
Gotta switch, gotta change up transit
Still jump around, move antsy
And I still don’t like shit fancy
Up late feelin’ real chancy
They outside really tryna end me, yeah

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though (yah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (eah)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah)
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

[Verse 2]
Who the fuck is this?
Met somebody baby mama inside of the VIP
While I’m tryna tip
Shawty said she holding, got a razor in her lip
Mix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet shit
She like “I-I-Iced out wrist, iced out, iced out wrist” (iced out wrist)
Fuck don’t kiss, fuck, she fuck don’t kiss (mwah)
Look like friends, but she say they twins (twins)
Jump right in, there’s leg room in this Benz (leg room in this Benz)
Ten miles to the crib, you know that’s deep (deep, yeah)
I think there’s someone out there watching me, yeah

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window, who?)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though (yeah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (lick)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah, Jack)
All that out your new shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

[Outro]
Who’s that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more

Future – WIFI LIT Lyrics

July 7, 2018Azlyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

[Verse 1: Future]
I leave a bitch in the cold, oh
I don’t act poor no more
I left her sitting at the Loews, oh
‘Cause she wasn’t touching her toes, no
I’m on some rich nigga shit
It’s all about rich nigga timing
Fully loaded whip
I’m gone curve you kindness
I’m in Hermes drip, not in the store, you can’t find it
I got stacks on me and they won’t fit no wallet
I got Gucci socks on me and money in every pocket
I got Burberry seats, the color teriyaki
I’m on another wave
Cut the head off the Porsche
Running with a pack of wolves, ain’t no extorting
VIP with AK’s, very important
Always riding with a gas torch
Always riding with a mask
Young nigga playing with a pinky ring
Cost over 500 bags
Already know your homie singing, they ’bout to get him wacked
Soon as you let up, relax
That’s when they waiting to attack
Platinum majority of the plaques
Striking it off like a match

[Verse 2: Future]
You came from public housing, you serving hand to hand, oh
You got that good salmon, and smoking it fresh out the can
You know how to stir your bowl up, you know how to flip your bands
I’m bout to go take 200,000, just to go shop in Japan
I know the opps they thinking foul, we ’bout to take out they mans
We got to make some bullets shower, show you we ain’t playing
You gon’ smell this gun powder, it’s gon’ make you dance
I’ve been counting it up for hours, done cramped my hands

[Outro: Future]
Wifi lit, woah, woah, whoa
Wifi lit
Pass the bitch, woah, woah, woah
That’s an assist
Cooking grits, woah, woah, woah
Half a chicken
Fuck your clique, woah woah, woah, got them sticks
Wifi lit, wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
(Auntie, auntie)
Shoutout to Lil Mexico, Kirkwood
JB, know I mean
[?], I got you
You hear me
Let’s go!

Krewella – Runaway lyrics

April 4, 2018Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
And I got the world in the palm of my hands
And I, all I wanna do is make you dance
If I never see your face again, will I remember?
Every time we go out, free drinks, sitting in the VIP
Twenty minutes in, wanna leave quick
Do you wanna roll with me?
If I never see your face again, know I will remember

[Chorus]
Let’s runaway
We could leave this crowd
Runaway at the speed of sound
If you need to breathe
I’ll be your remedy
So runaway, runaway
Runaway with me

[Verse 2]
Oh, we, we could drive to the midnight sun
We’re free, we’re living like we just begun
If I never see your face again, know I will remember

[Chorus]
Let’s runaway
We could leave this crowd
Runaway at the speed of sound
If you need to breathe
I’ll be your remedy
So runaway, runaway
Runaway with me

[Bridge]
Pedal to the floor, got the windows down in a rental car
Hands on the wheel and your eyes light up like a thousand stars
If we never see the world again, know we will remember

[Chorus]
Let’s runaway
We could leave this crowd
Runaway at the speed of sound
If you need to breathe
I’ll be your remedy
So runaway (runaway, runaway…)

Murs – G Lollipops (feat. Prof)

March 21, 2018Azlyrics