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Video Appears to Show Lil Baby Getting Arrested While in Paris

July 8, 2021 Azlyrics

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Lil Baby was apparently arrested overseas in France while attending Paris Fashion Week with NBA star James Harden today.

According to a report from TMZ on Thursday (July 8), Baby and Harden, a close friend of the rapper, were stopped by police while in Paris because they apparently were in possession of marijuana. While the details are sparse at the moment, multiple angles of video footage have surfaced online, which shows a number of Paris police officers surrounding and searching Harden while Lil Baby appears to be in custody.

In one of the clips, the Brooklyn Nets player can be heard telling law officials that he doesn't understand what is happening. In a second video, the My Turn rapper can be seen sitting in what looks like a police car.

Baby was reportedly among two other individuals who were arrested on a marijuana-related offense. Additionally, the car the rhymer and two others were riding in was en route when they were pulled over and officers reportedly smelled the drug in the vehicle. Twenty grams of marijuana was allegedly found in the car.

Meanwhile, a separate report via ESPN this afternoon claims that James Harden wasn't arrest nor was he taken into custody. The basketball star was detained while Lil Baby was reportedly arrested and taken to a Paris police station.

Kanye West was spotted with the two men while in Paris, but it's unclear if ’Ye is involved in this incident.

Baby and James Harden being spotted together in Paris this week is no surprise as the rapper and baller are pretty close. Last December, for Lil Baby's birthday, Harden gifted the Atlanta native with a Prada bag filled with $100,000, a Richard Mille Watch—which has a price tag of about $250,000—and a copious amount of Honey Bun snacks.

XXL has reached out to the Paris Police Headquarters and a rep for Lil Baby for a comment.

Take a look at the video clips from the scene below.

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Aminé – DR. WHOEVER Lyrics

August 15, 2018 Azlyrics Leave a comment

[Intro: Rickey Thompson]
Sad on your muthafuckin b-day? Bitch, what the fuck?! Don’t you realize you poppin’? Every time you walk in the room you break necks. Necks?! But you tellin’ me you sad on your muthafuckin’ b-day
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Yeah
I sit here and tell you my problems
That’s how this work, right?
I’m s’posed to be open and honest
But I got time, right?
My niggas having sessions and I’m doin’ sessions
Can’t man up if masculinity your only weapon
Man, I’ve thought about suicide a hundred times
But, I’d hate to disappoint and see my momma cry
Birthdays these days be the worst days
‘Cause I know I’m getting older and not happier
Me and my father love each other but we barely show it
He hates that I left home and the lawn is now his to mow it
He look at my generation and think that fashion’s over
I kill my sister if she ever model Fashion Nova (true)
I’m always on a flight, or I’m in a hurry
I miss when losing my virginity was my only worry
Back when putting on a condom had me really scary
And milkshakes were the only time we’d eat a cherry
I think learning how to eat pussy from someone who eat pussy
Is better than learning from someone who doesn’t
And that’s word to my ex
And that’s word to my tongue
And that’s word to the woman who had my heart beatin’ drums
Yeah
Love is what I cherished and Miss Parrish
Flew all the way to Paris and we made out on my terrace
I kept it on the low low, cause I was in love
And the shade I had in my room was already enough
I’m going on some dates and I’m making some plans
But it’s hard to find some love if the girl is a fan
And after we fuck, she want a picture with me
She got me feeling like Paper Boi, but I cry when she leaves

[Chorus: Aminé]
These intros ain’t meant to be bangers
They meant for you and me so we’ll never end up as strangers
Will Ferrell’s ass can’t even handle this weather
Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever
I said, I said
These intros ain’t meant to be bangers
They meant for you and me so we’ll never end up as strangers
Will Ferrell’s ass can’t even handle this weather
Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever

[Interlude]
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, woo
Yes sir, yeah, look

[Verse 2: Aminé]
Boy, you looking big mad
When you see a young brotha up in first class
And you damn right my ego like Lavar ball
And they hate to see a black man who can’t get blackballed
I said my paper long
My paper long
You damn right, bitch
My paper long
It’s that yellow, mellow, fellow
Yeah, that Yellowstone
Play the cello for the fellows, fake as silicone
I went from plaque in my teeth
To having plaques on the wall
Gold album, with platinum records who woulda thought
Young nigga, like Jigga
Tryna make me a boss
I’ll take my momma to Louis
And take your girl to the Ross nigga
Back in the muthafuckin’ building
Your boo thing want my children
My net worth gon’ be a billion
Shorty gimme head like ceiling
Dick disappear chameleon
And like I’m muthafuckin rollin [?]
My whip bought, it’s not stolen

[Chorus: Aminé]
These intros ain’t meant to be bangers
They meant for you and me so we’ll never end up as strangers
Will Ferrell’s ass can’t even handle this weather
Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever

[Verse 3: Aminé]
Hey doc, do I tell em how I actually feel?
Or do I see a therapist and numb the pain with the pills
They swear niggas play tough won’t even smile in mirrors
And we learn to fuck hoes off trial and error
Friday nights, where them broke niggas ball out
And Amine be the name that your girlfriend gon call out
To all my niggas with some melanin
Let your feelings settle in
If you feelin’ worthless you should probably go and tell a friend, yeah
But, I should take that advice
This year has been crazy
What the fuck is my life
My best friend got married
You can bet that I cried
I met Spike and Brad Pitt, no malls I’m Saks Fifth, nigga

[Outro: Rickey Thompson]
Get your shit together and turn the fuck up!

Nicki Minaj – Hard White lyrics

August 11, 2018 Azlyrics Leave a comment

[Chorus]
Work hard, just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back
Now I’m gettin’ to it that way
(Straight up, straight up)
I ain’t coming through unless the bag straight
I used to work hard just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back

[Verse 1]
Ayo, just last week I told ’em to pick a side
I bust shots, don’t duck if it don’t apply
Bae out in Paris, he told me to pick a ride
Sike, made you look, I still didn’t pick a guy
I’m the trophy of the game, everybody tryna win me
Me, Olivier, Jourdan Dunn, my baby, Winnie
Partying in Paris, these bitches is embarassed
‘Cause they know I’m the queen, I still didn’t pick an heiress
Mirror, mirror, who’s the fairest?
You the motherfucking fairest, Nicki
What I drop on this watch?
I don’t know, about a hundred-fifty
I’m who they wishin’ to be
These hoes is on the ‘Gram, Nicki pitchin’ the ki’
‘Bout to cop Neverland, Michael up in the tree
You got bars and still broke? You might as well took the plea, uh
Be in the bando or would you rather move weight, Don Pablo? Uh

[Chorus]
Work hard, just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back
Now I’m gettin’ to it that way
(Straight up, straight up)
I ain’t coming through unless the bag straight
I used to work hard just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back

[Verse 2]
Ayo, just last week I told ’em they run done
My legacy could never be undone
I’m a prodigy, R.I.P Thun-Thun
Got these bitches shook, they shocked, no stun-gun
I’m the billy, billy goat, the goat, the goat’s here
Vintage Hermès by Jean Paul Gaultier
Lagerfeld customize my gold chair
I run the point, you bitches just go cheer
Uh, look at my knockoffs, I told ’em knock it off
Anything that Nicki do, you know they knock it off
Put my crown on again, and I’ma knock it off
Anything with Nicki in it, they gonna pocket off
I mean profit off, my plug drop it off
You see them copyin’ my hair, tell ’em, “Chop it off!”
Uh, bad gyal with the, top is off
You nuh see him downgrade when mi drop ’em off
Uh, I ain’t never played a hoe position
I ain’t ever have to strip to get the pole position
Hoes is dissin’? Okay, these hoes is wishin’
You’re in no position to come for O’s position
I ain’t movin’ weight, but I’m in the dope position
I ain’t movin’ weight, but I’m in the dope position

[Chorus]
Work hard, just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back
Now I’m gettin’ to it that way
(Straight up, straight up)
I ain’t coming through unless the bag straight
I used to work hard just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back

[Outro]
W-w-w-w-w-work hard
W-w-w-w-w-work hard
J-j-just last week, I told ’em to pick a side
I-I-I bust shots, don’t duck if they don’t apply

Beyonce And Jay-Z – LoveHappy lyrics

June 17, 2018 Azlyrics Leave a comment

[Verse 1: Beyonce & Jay-Z]
Happily in love, haters please forgive me
I let my wife write the will, I pray my children outlive me
I give my daughter our custom dress, so she gon’ be litty
Vintage pieces by the time she hit the city, yeah-ah
Bitches strength, I see nobody f*ckin’ wit’ him
Pretty thug, out the third ward, hit me
Sir asked it, like is that sh*t, is trippy (uh-huh)
Twinning, Blue and Rumi [?]
(Happy in love)
Sitting, docked at the bay wit’ a big yacht
Sippin’ Yamazaki on the rocks
He went to [?], I went to [?] out in Paris
Yeah, you f*cked up the first time, we had to get remarried
Yo, chill man
We keepin’ it real with these people right?
Lucky I ain’t kill you when I met that b- (Nah, aight, aight )
Y’all know how I met her, we broke up and got back together
To get her back, I had to sweat her
Y’all could make her with a bag, I had to change the weather
Move the whole family west but its whatever
In a glass house still throwing stones
Hova, Beezus, watch the thrones
(Happy in love)

[Chorus: Beyonce]
You did some things to me, boy you do some things to me
But love is deeper than your pain and I believe you can change
Baby, the ups and downs are worth it, don’t wait to go, but we’ll work it
We’re flawed but we’re still perfect for each other
Sometimes I thought we’d never see the light
Went through hell with heaven on our side
This beach ain’t always been no paradise
But nightmares only last one night
(Happy in love)

[Verse 3: Jay-Z & Beyonce]
No more clubs and Cali-curfews (one night )
Just call it affairs in a tighter circle
Lost for [?] in small [?], woo
Just hood ass nigga’s in designer suits
Follow my [?] on a truth in Aaliyah boots, yeah, yeah
Amelia Earhart, flyer than who? (yeah, yeah)
Fake news y’all choose, we no lie
No photoshop, just real life
(Happy in love)

[Chorus: Beyonce]
You did some things to me, boy you do some things to me
But love is deeper than your pain and I believe you can change
Baby, the ups and downs are worth it, don’t wait to go, but we’ll work it
We’re flawed but we’re still perfect for each other
Sometimes I thought we’d never see the light
Went through hell with heaven on our side
This beach ain’t always been no paradise
But nightmares only last one night

[Outro: Beyonce]
Damn, look at us now
Pray, pray for the vows
Way up now, yes, and a way, long way down
We came, and we saw, and we conquered it all
We came, and we conquered, now we’re happy in love

Eric Butterfield – Wake Me In Paris lyrics

May 14, 2018 Azlyrics Leave a comment

I’ll meet you anywhere you say
Wake me in Paris or Odessa or L. A.
Say the word I’m on that plane
I can’t put out this fire

In the heat of July, Bastille Day
We vowed to meet again on the Champs Elysées
Meet me at the old cafe
I’ll be there to hear you say

I love you
Face to face
So wake me, first light in Paris
Somewhere the light never fades

I’m cursing the gods’ mortal play
Damn it, this phone call’s a heaven I hate
I need to see your face
And hold you in my arms
And listen to you whispering
Shakespeare after dark

I just gotta say I love you
Face to face
So wake me in Paris
Or anywhere the light never fades

I’ll wait outside the Pére Lachaise
Where you nearly died laughing at my piss-poor francaise
Kiss me at Reunion Gate
We’ll dance on Jim Morrison’s grave

Last dance with you on the Seine
Tango in moonlight around Notre Dame
Wake me up to see your face
No time to explain
Move me like water no banks can ever tame
Don’t let your feet get cold
Don’t turn around at the gate

I gotta say
I love you face to face
So wake me in Paris
Or Cairo or Oslo or Venice or Boston or Athens
Anywhere the light never fades

Charli XCX – Our Boyfriend Lyrics

November 2, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

[Verse 1]
Did he tell you you’re the only one? (oh-oh)
Did you introduce him to your mum?
I bet “Boys of Summer” is your favourite song (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Yeah, me too
Did you lap up all the clichéd lies?
A book of poems on the northern lights (oh)
Did you wonder where he went some nights? (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Yeah, me too

[Pre-Chorus]
I know it’s out of the blue
But I’ve got something to tell you

[Chorus]
My boyfriend is your boyfriend
At the same time, at the same time
He fooled me and he fooled you
With the same lies, at the same time
Let’s make a pact that we never go back
He don’t deserve me or you
‘Cause my boyfriend is your boyfriend too

[Verse 2]
It’s kind of funny when you think of it
There must have been some times we almost met, I know
Jumpin’ in and out of the same bed (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Yeah, me too
Same sleezy weekend in the same coat, now
Locked our love on the Paris bridge aswell
Said he loved me from the day we met (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Yeah, you too

[Pre-Chorus]
I know it’s hard to believe
I’ve been thinking the same thing

[Chorus]
My boyfriend is your boyfriend
At the same time, at the same time
He fooled me and he fooled you
With the same lies, at the same time
Let’s make a pact that we never go back
He don’t deserve me or you
‘Cause my boyfriend is your boyfriend too

[Bridge]
I know how you feel
I feel so stupid that I couldn’t see
I never thought that this would happen to me

[Chorus]
My boyfriend is your boyfriend
At the same time, at the same time
He fooled me and he fooled you
With the same lies, at the same time
Let’s make a pact that we never go back
He don’t deserve me or you
‘Cause my boyfriend is your boyfriend too

That’s What I Like – Ysabelle Cuevas

June 11, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

Lyrics of That’s What I Like – Ysabelle Cuevas

I got a condo in Manhattan
Baby boy, what’s happening?
You and your heart invited
So gon’ and get to clappin’
Just, pop it for a pimp
Pop, pop it for me
Turn around and drop it for a pimp
Drop, drop it for me
I’ll rent a beach house in Miami
Wake up with no jammies
Lobster tail for dinner
Julio serve that scampi
You got it if you want it
Got, got it if you want it
Said you got it if you want it
Take my wallet if you want it now

Jump in the Cadillac
Girl, let’s put some miles on it
Anything you want
Just to put a smile on it
You deserve it, baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sit by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

I’m talkin’ trips to Puerto Rico
Say the word and we go
You can be my freaka
And I’ll be a fleeko,
I will never make a promise that I can’t keep
I promise that your smile ain’t gon’ never leave
Shopping sprees in Paris
Everything 24 karats
Take a look in that mirror
Now tell me who’s the fairest
Is it you? Is it you? Is it me? Is it me?
Say it’s us, say it’s us, and I’ll agree, baby

Jump in the Cadillac
Boy, let’s put some miles on it
Anything you want
Just to put a smile on you
You deserve it, baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sit by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

Say you want a good wife
Here I am, baby, here I am, baby
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Tell me what’s on your mind
If you want it, girl come and get it
All this is here for you
Tell me, baby, tell me, tell me, baby
What you tryna do

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sit by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

Met gala – Gucci Mane feat. Offset lyrics

June 8, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Met gala

Mil’ in a week (hey)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin’ for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I’ll tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I’m gettin’ this money
I’m f*ckin’ these thotties, they tryna get commas (come up)
This a good week, i’ve been stackin’ up Ms
And I’m snatchin’ that Wraith in the mornin’
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin’ the Lord for them blessings
I just left the Met Gala dressin’ up formal.

Look at my boogers, they big as you (booger)
You could get shot with your nigga too (bow)
This stick make a nigga do boogaloo (brr)
Bentley Mulsanne but the seats masseuse
I’m havin’ more stripes than Adidas boost (havin’ that)
Dick in her mouth like I’m edible (dickin’ that)
Nigga stop shootin’, you better move
I fight for my gang, I won’t let ’em lose (gang)
Your b*tch, she wantin’ the pipe, aight
This s**t started off likes (huh)
Hopped in my DM and rode me a kite, flight (yeah)
And she on the very first flight (go)
Finesse a nigga then get this s**t right (huh)
On sight, right, nigga, goodnight (on sight)
Poppin’ that s**t ’cause he thinkin’ he pipe, pipe
Hunnid rounds drum with the knife (brr)
Me and the Wop, Biggie and Pac (Wop)
But we so different, we keepin’ the Glock (bow)
I’m on a yacht and a yacht on my watch (yacht)
f*ckin’ a thot on the ocean, Dubai (thot)
I’ma play dumb but that’s see out the plot (plot)
She know what I’m ’bout (hey)
You hear this dope and your heart gonna stop (hey)
They callin’ the cops (12)
Hop on the jet, this a 20 passenger (jet)
Offset the maniac, I’m the massacre (hey)
I take your heart out and shoot your bladder up (agh)
Get to the top and we blew the ladder up (top)
Ran up my money and I’m talkin’ lateral (bag)
Had that b*tch high off a Perc and Adderall (high)
Pull out the fire and you better grab it all (brrr)
b*tch, I’m Offset and I’m ’bout to set it off.

Mil’ in a week
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin’ for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I’m gettin’ this money
I’m f*ckin’ these thotties, they tryna get come up (come up)
This is good week, we stackin’ up Ms
And I’m snatchin’ that Wraith in the mornin’ (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin’ the Lord for them blessings
I just let the met gala dressin’ up formal.

I’m havin’ this s**t what you hadn’t (havin’ it)
Showin’ respect like your daddy (respect)
Yeah, Gucci the man, cash in the caddy (guwop)
I just woke up in a palace (woo)
I did a walk through, I’m in Dallas, man (walk through)
Flew in two b*tches from Cali versuri-lyrics.info
These Bs on me, I can’t barely (B)
They drunk and they just walkin’ barely
I’m headed to Paris to pick up a bag (go, go, go)
And they treat me like one of the Jacksons
These niggas ain’t trappin’, ain’t makin’ transactions (nah)
A nigga rob you, he be practicing (bow)
Four b*tches all tryna swallow this
I feel like I’m fightin’ an octopus (woo)
Thought it was killers, camped out in my bushes (brr)
Then come to find out it’s photographers (flash)
Feds watch me through binoculars (feds)
Mad ’cause a nigga get popular (grr)
Flex on a hoe wanna lock me up, yo (flex)
Drop Top Wop but the top is up
Negative turn to a positive
I don’t care for no obstacles
I could care less ’bout the bloggers, boy (no)
80K stuffed in my joggers, boy (80 boy).

Mil’ in a week (hey)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin’ for keeps (keeps)
Suck the dick game, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I’m gettin’ this money
I’m f*ckin’ these thotties, they tryna get come up (come up)
This is good weed, we stackin’ up Ms
And I’m snatchin’ that Wraith in the mornin’ (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin’ the Lord for them blessings
I just left the met gala dress up formalll.
Gucci Mane lyrics
Video gala

Tinie Tempah – They Don’t Know Lyrics

April 15, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah]
Everywhere I go, I gotta pose
Sittin’ on the throne with a ‘fro
Chillin’ with a prince at the BAFTA’s
Gold all over the globe
Any time I stress, I can get it from a rasta
Headside, kill ’em when they know
Didn’t want to know
Baby said, “Shh, you can hit it on the low”
You can hit it on the low, you can hit it on the low
Come in on your own, leave your knickers at the door
Yeah, I’m the AP, got the wonder tug-a-war
I don’t holla anymore, tryna make a nigga poor
Tryna hit me with the drink, no no
They might think, they don’t know
Let ’em talk ish, promo
‘Cause we don’t really care ’bout nothin’

[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
It’s Kind Ink, uh, canine
That kitty got me feelin’ like a canine
I’m just tryna live, baby, can I?
We at the KWest, startin’ KI’s
Woo, I just bought the whole LA out
Uh, live is a beach, bitch, lay out
Uh, hit the blunt, baby, what you gotta say now?
Woo, I know you want it, ow
Ha, get you higher than the Eiffel
Pour up, baby, put a lil’ ice too
Yeah, I remember back in high school
I used to have a girl that looked just like you
Yeah and with all of these flashbacks
Say ain’t no tellin’ what I might do

[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Verse 3: Stefflon Don]
Young man comin’ up from the corner
Nobody tryna set me if I wanna
Never have to worry ’bout if he give me the banana
Me haffi tell them na na na na na
Oh no no, slide in my DMs and my writs just froze
I’m too cold, don’t wanna play ’cause I’m gettin’ too old
What’s new? Bitch, I’m in the stu’
Hookin’ up with hurricane, mix with the flow
Tryna lock my wrists, mosquito, love the cold
If the track ain’t a track then the Don come through
My rule number 1 is don’t play a number 2
Talkin’ with my nigga, you will end up on the news
Messin’ with the paper that you racked up in views
Real, real ting, all I do is tell the truth

[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Outro: Tinie Tempah]
I know a girl from the ends
She likes to take it down low
She said she wanna let me inside
But her daddy said no
I know a girl with a woo
I call her Paris in my phone
I know a girl from the southside
That wanna take you all home

Machine Gun Kelly – Trap Paris (feat. Quavo & Ty Dolla $ign)

April 14, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly]
Ayy
Woke up in woke up in
Soundin’ real godly
Quavo
City rollie [?] a [?]

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Woke up in Paris
Broke all the mirrors (that lean)
Watch me, last night was too turnt
They caught me fucking on camera
I ain’t embarrassed
Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that ’bout?
I’m home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I’m back now
I’m Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake
And I’m running the streets to the city like Rocky
Who da champ? Who da champ?
Diamond fangs like a vamp
Where’s the package with the stamp?
Bust it open by the Lamb
Roll it up ’till I cramp
Uh, four rings on my hands, uh
Smoke rings from the grams , uh
Got a lady and a tramp
Bitch I made it from the trap
Gunner

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
I made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
When I was on the bottom, you didn’t hang out with me (no way)
Now I got some dollars, they keep hanging with me (yeah)
Take a lot of Molly, that’s your fantasy (that’s your fantasy)
Pull up with a gang and stop playing with me (stop playing)
You took too much of Coco, it made your nose bleed (trippin)
Too turnt for the bando (too)
Shoot two times through the window (shoot)
Pop one off for the kid though (pop one)
Pop one off the extendo (shoot)
Old money like a Nintendo
Bring it back, this the reload (bring back)
Crips mights call it a kilo (crip)
Bloods might call it a bilo (blood)
Put my wrist in a freezer (wrist)
Hit it up, turn it up to beast mode (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Whole thang in my lap
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Got your girl in my lap (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Got the police running laps (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap
Bitch I made it out the trap

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest

Mod Sun – Beautiful Problems (feat. Gnash & Maty Noyes)

April 13, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

[Chorus: Maty Noyes]
Where did you come from? How did you get here?
I tried to solve it, but my brain does not reply
How did you fall into my equation
Tried to subtract love, but it only multiplied
What a beautiful problem, you’re my beautiful problem
What a beautiful problem, you’re my beautiful problem

[Verse 1: MOD SUN]
Ever since I saw you, I know
You was a little bit crazy, but baby, maybe you’re the one
Just take me I’m all you like a [?]
Walked straight through Hell just to get to Heaven
If you were standing there waiting, yeah
And I could go on living without you, but I won’t, but I won’t
And I could tell you all that, but I don’t, but I don’t, no

[Pre-Chorus: MOD SUN]
And I gotta let you go and make your own mistakes
But I swear to catch you on the way down
And since the day we met, I knew we were meant to be
But I swear, I just can’t explain how

[Chorus: Maty Noyes]
Where did you come from? How did you get here?
I tried to solve it, but my brain does not reply
How did you fall into my equation
Tried to subtract love, but it only multiplied
What a beautiful problem, you’re my beautiful problem
What a beautiful problem, you’re my beautiful problem

[Verse 2: MOD SUN]
I ask myself, how did we end up here
Thinking ’bout all the things we did and done, yeah
We’re a little different, I think it’s terrific
Never been embarrassed
Introduced you to my parents, even took you to Paris
It could be so simple, you just gotta let go
And take all the issues, get ’em under control
Cause if there’s one thing that I know
Is that all those little problems are really beautiful

[Pre-Chorus: MOD SUN]
And I gotta let you go and make your own mistakes
But I swear to catch you on the way down
And since the day we met, I knew we were meant to be
But I swear, I just can’t explain how

[Chorus: Maty Noyes & gnash]
Where did you come from? How did you get here?
I tried to solve it, but my brain does not reply
How did you fall into my equation
Tried to subtract love, but it only multiplied
What a beautiful problem, you’re my beautiful problem
What a beautiful problem, you’re my beautiful problem

[Bridge: gnash]
I write out replies to try and divide
You from my life, but it won’t come out right
I thought I’d live my life with you by my side
I guess I’ll admit I’m not good with goodbyes
Maybe inside, someday I’ll find
A way to get you to get out of my mind
I thought I’d live my life with you by my side
I guess I’ll admit I’m not good with goodbyes

[Outro: Maty Noyes & gnash]
What a beautiful problem, you’re my beautiful problem
What a beautiful problem, you’re my beautiful problem

The Chainsmokers – Paris (On SNL) (Live)

April 10, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

[Verse 1: Andrew Taggart]
We were staying in Paris
To get away from your parents
And I thought, “Wow
If I could take this in a shot right now
I don’t think that we could work this out”
Out on the terrace
I don’t know if it’s fair but I thought “How
Could I let you fall by yourself
While I’m wasted with someone else”

[Chorus: Andrew Taggart & Emily Warren]
If we go down then we go down together
They’ll say you could do anything
They’ll say that I was clever
If we go down then we go down together
We’ll get away with everything
Let’s show them we are better
Let’s show them we are better
Let’s show them we are better

[Verse 2: Andrew Taggart]
We were staying in Paris
To get away from your parents
You look so proud
Standing there with a frown and a cigarette
Posting pictures of yourself on the internet
Out on the terrace
We breathe in the air of this small town
On our own cuttin’ class for the thrill of it
Getting drunk on the past we were livin’ in

[Chorus: Andrew Taggart & Emily Warren]
If we go down then we go down together
They’ll say you could do anything
They’ll say that I was clever
If we go down then we go down together
We’ll get away with everything
Let’s show them we are better

[Post-Chorus: Andrew Taggart & Emily Warren]
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are better
We were staying in Paris
Let’s show them we are better
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are better

[Chorus: Andrew Taggart & Emily Warren]
If we go down then we go down together
They’ll say you could do anything
They’ll say that I was clever
If we go down then we go down together
We’ll get away with everything
Let’s show them we are better

[Bridge: Andrew Taggart & Emily Warren]
We were staying in Paris (If we go down)
We were staying in Paris (If we go down)
We were staying in Paris (If we go down)
We were staying in Paris (If we go down)
Let’s show them we are better
We were staying in Paris

[Outro: Andrew Taggart & Emily Warren]
Let’s show them we are better
Let’s show them we are better
If we go down
Let’s show them we are better
If we go down
Let’s show them we are better
If we go down
Let’s show them we are better
Let’s show them we are better

Lana Del Rey – Take Me To Paris (Cherry Blossom Album)

April 7, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

Baby, say goodnight; text me when you get home safely
Like you always did when we was first dating.

You’re sitting in your office, dreaming of a different life;
You say you wanna make me smile and see my wild side.
If we don’t leave town now, we’re never gonna get out of here alive.
I’m walking home from school, my thoughts are drifting into space;
Why don’t we leave tonight and take off to a different place?
Don’t tell my daddy why, gotta get on that plane and just fly.

Take me to Paris,
Let’s go there and never look back.
Paris, we can be crazy like that.
You’re such a naughty boy!
Why you taking that Polaroid?
Put on a show you’ll enjoy,
Take me to Paris.

I wanna be that fantasy that you got on your mind;
Flying across the sea to somewhere that they’ll never find.
We should go out while we young, ’cause one day, we will want to rewind.

Our time in Paris, take me to Yves Saint Laurent.
Paris, make out in a dark restaurant.
We’ll dance until we die, wanna go out every night;
Promise we won’t say goodbye.

Take me to Paris,
Let’s go there and never look back.
Paris, we can be crazy like that.
You’re such a naughty boy!
Why you taking that Polaroid?
Put on a show you’ll enjoy,
Take me to Paris.

Walking through the streets at dawn, we dance by empty carousels,
Singing about the Sacré-Cœur, and climbing up the Tour Eiffel.
Under the stars, we are, we are dreaming.

You’re such a naughty boy!
Why you taking that Polaroid?
Put on a show you’ll enjoy,
Take me to Paris, take me to Yves Saint Laurent.
Paris, make out in a dark restaurant.
We’ll dance until we die, wanna go out every night;
Promise we won’t say goodbye.

Baby, say goodnight; text me when you get home safely
Like you always did when we was first dating.

Joey A – PARiS lyrics

April 3, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

She’s dipped in gold
She likes it fancy
Drinks pink champagne
As her hair falls down
Leaves her perfume
Red lipstick number
And then she’s gone
Before the sun comes up

I’m talking ‘bout a classic
That Coco kinda magic
This thing is automatic
And I can’t seem to cut you loose
Just something about

My Paris
Ooo
My Paris
Mon amour

My, my Paris
My, my Paris

Black dress it babe
Just kill it simple
You got me dying
Just to show you off
Uncut and flawless
Yeah, you my diamond
Those jagged edges
Always get me off

I’m talking ‘bout a classic
That Coco kinda magic
This thing is automatic
And I can’t seem to cut you loose
Just something about

My Paris
Ooo
My Paris
Mon amour

My, my Paris
My, my Paris

NELLY FURTADO – Paris Sun lyrics

March 30, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

You’re collar pops in the latest style
I feel romance hanging in your smile
Is it just me or the Paris sun?
On this boulevard, making everything so ooh la la
Hyper colour, hyper rain
Elevating every single thing that I feel
Like a 70’s photograph, making me smile
Making me feel so alive

We can’t stay forever this way
So how ’bout we run away
To another lifetime
Where I can be yours and you mine

Language of love on your lips like a song
Heavy elixir, you could do no wrong
Is it just me or the Paris sun?
Scorching the boulevard, making you look so ooh la la

We can’t stay forever this way
So how ’bout we run away
To another lifetime
Where I can be yours and you mine
I can be yours
I can be yours
I can be yours

We can’t stay forever this way
So how ’bout we run away
To another lifetime
Where I can be yours and you mine

And you mine…
And you mine
And you mine
And you mine…

James Blunt – Don’t Give Me Those Eyes (The Afterlove Extended Version Album)

March 30, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

[Verse 1]
Staring at you naked
Hotel room in Vegas
I love you but I hate it
And we can’t tell anyone
Take this love and break it
I don’t think I can take it
Go back to him and fake it
Don’t tell him what you’ve done

[Pre-Chorus]
But when we’re caught in this feeling
And I taste your love, and I taste your love
Whatever the meaning
Well it’s not enough, no it’s not enough
I want to believe in
In a thing called love, in a thing called love
Caught in this feeling
In this feeling, in this feeling

[Chorus]
Don’t give me those eyes cause you know me and I can’t say no to you
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to
In another life, darling, I’ll do anything to be with you
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes

[Verse 2]
Cross your heart and square it
Hotel room in Paris
Kills me that you’re married
Cause we know that should be done

[Pre-Chorus]
But when we’re caught in this feeling
And I taste your love, and I taste your love
Whatever the meaning
Well it’s not enough, no it’s not enough
I want to believe in
In a thing called love, in a thing called love
Caught in this feeling
In this feeling, in this feeling

[Chorus]
Don’t give me those eyes cause you know me and I can’t say no to you
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to
In another life, darling, I’ll do anything to be with you
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes

Don’t give me those eyes cause you know me and I can’t say no to you
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to (Don’t give me those eyes)
In another life, darling, I’ll do anything to be with you (Don’t give me those eyes)
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes

[Outro]
Staring at you naked
Hotel room in Vegas
I love you but I hate it

Ya salam – Kurdo songtexte

March 26, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

Songtexte Kurdo – Ya salam

Sonnenbrille so wie Stevie Wonder.
Jeden tag ist jetzt sonntag.
Links, rechts so wie Van Damme.
Rek digi digi bom boom.
Mit dem gang and the minibar.(ya salam)

Amsterdam, ya salam, ya salaaam.
Paris, yaaa salam, ya salaaam.
Berlin, yaa salam, ya salaaam.
Versuri-lyrics.info
Bruxelles, yaaa salam, ya salaaam.
Frankfurtm yaaa salam, ya salaaam.
Hamburg, yaaa salam, ya salaaam.
Kurdo songtexte
Video Salam

Bashar Rahal – Justify My Love (Като Две Капки Вода) (Madonna Cover)

March 23, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

I wanna kiss you in Paris
I wanna hold your hand in Rome
I wanna run naked in a rainstorm
Make love in a train cross-country
You put this in me, so now what, so now what?

Wanting, needing, waiting
For you to justify my love
Hoping, praying
For you to justify my love

I want to know you, not like that
I don’t wanna be your mother
I don’t wanna be your sister either
I just wanna be your lover
I wanna be your baby, kiss me, that’s right, kiss me

Wanting, needing, waiting
For you to justify my love
Yearning, burning
For you to justify my love

What are you gonna do? What are you gonna do?
Talk to me, tell me your dreams, am I in them?
Tell me your fears, are you scared?
Tell me your stories, I’m not afraid of who you are, we can fly

Poor is the man whose pleasures depend
On the permission of another
Love me, that’s right, love me
I wanna be your baby, yeah

Wanting, needing, waiting
For you to justify my love
I’m open and ready
For you to justify my love

To justify my love
Wanting, to justify
Waiting, to justify my love
Praying, to justify
To justify my love
I’m open, to justify my love

Future – Lookin Exotic (Hndrxx Album)

March 22, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

Extravagant Hendrix
Switch hands like lil’ pitcher
Super astronomical

Peel you off a couple bands, girl like "Here you go"
Then lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white rose
Speekin’ of modellin’, you look marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ em that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I’d need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, no

Three rings on my left, I feel like King James
They see the way we represent, they see the way we get it
You can’t be never slippin’, you gotta show you’re different
I came through and took all they bitches with me
Nigga I get all the way faded, I can’t get tipsy
I’m eating something, start busting and rushing on a daily basis, I’m guilty
Let this champagne start flowin’, drink it up ’til it’s empty
Got this V.I.P. section burnin’ like a chimney
We ain’t gotta emphasize nobody, we done bought the building
Let’s go zip out to Australia, we can go to Switzerland
We got a chauffeur and a translator for it, he don’t speak English
Sometimes when you speak from your soul it sound like you singing

Peel you off a couple bands, girl like "Here you go"
Then lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white rose
Speekin’ of modellin’, you look marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ em that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I’d need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, no

Gotta put a whole lot of kush into my lungs
I put a whole lot of work and I just begun
And when that green money on the turf, it’s their call
Gotta put that steel under my shirt and do it large
Fuck the cops, she gon’ ride you like my dog
Chinchilla, I put it on and let it fall
Gorilla, let it drag on the floor
I forgot to get the money, lay low
We take shoppin’ sprees, I can bring the store to me
I don’t get top money, please, bitch I’m out they league
Raf Simons, Rick Owens, cost 200 G’s
Cash out mad G’s, bustin’ down AP’s
Hand made one of one Riccardo Tisci
Crystal diamonds on my sleeves, L-O-V-E
Changed the whips about a week, yes I do agree
Louis V on my carry-on, yes indeed
Have to pay for it tonight as you charge a fee
Order the PJ at one, we land tomorrow at three
Steak and shrimps, caviar for seven days
Let’s flick it up for my dawgs in the cage

Peel you off a couple bands, girl like "Here you go"
Then lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white rose
Speekin’ of modellin’, you look marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ em that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I’d need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, no

I’m a keep it real with you!
Lookin’ exotic
Got a half mil’ on me
I’m ’boutta to recount it now

Future – Keep Quiet (Hndrxx Album)

March 22, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

From the club to the telly, on the floor
You better not wake them neighbors
You better not wake them neighbors, girl

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

Fell in love, she done got attached
Love to tell it, we a perfect match
Go to Paris, do the dashboard
See the wheel on the right side
Got her driving on the wrong side
Thought we was driving on the wrong side
Out the country for a couple months
I gotta keep the goals out of line
Hotel lobby like a club, got me drinkin’ on raw wine
Steaks and shrimps on your plate, baby
We can chop it up, but ain’t wine and dine
Rude girl, you the right sign
You the right kind, this the right time
We can kick it off and go to iceline
You see they bitin’ like Tyson
VVS’ wasn’t given to me
And them skirts, I’m a give ’em to you
No confessions, you can book the suite
I might even let you book the villa
Call me up and let me get right
Chains swinging, this a pair of ice
Maintain, go to paradise
I’m a send for you, book the last flight

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

Braless swag is complementary
Audemars is confidential
Credit card, expensive dinners
Fancy cruise and double M
Like you signed a Maybach deal
If you run across my BM, better not throw no bloodshed
Better not cut no fuss at them
Better look the other way, I know you fuckin’ him
You gotta let me have my way, that’s why I trust in you
Presidential suite, baby
You gon’ be there for me, yeah yeah
Your girlfriends always hatin’
You richer than them, that’s real facts
I keep you fly, that’s real facts
I get you high and a little upset
These niggas, they small talkin’
I bet they never cut a real check
Stay in the mall, flossin’
You ain’t never been laid on a bill yet
When I ain’t come with all these benefits
If you fuck a nigga who famous, you better

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

From the club to the telly, on the floor
You better not wake them neighbors
You better not wake them neighbors, girl
Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot

Booba – Garcimore (Autopsie 0 Album)

March 15, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

Tous les jours je taffe dur, tous les jours je galère
Tous les jours tu demandes combien y a d’zéros sur mon salaire
Tous les jours je taffe dur tous les jours je galère
Tous les jours tu demandes combien y a d’zéros sur mon salaire
Avant d’rentrer dans l’rap j’avais déjà plein d’ennemis
Tous ces pédés m’ont regardé à la Star Académy
J’suis hemi j’effleure le ciel, tu touches le RMI
J’fuck la vie, je vis la nuit, j’fais plus de bruit qu’un deux et demi
Tu m’a vu à la télé mais je n’suis pas ton ami
Tu ferais mieux de reculer si tu veux mon avis
À l’heure où je te parle j’suis peut-être à Miami
Accompagné d’un 90 D à bord d’ma Ferrari
J’peut finir au tarmi comme le célèbre chef Mamie
Sans dinde ni salami la la la chatte à ta mamie
Je viens de là où tu ne peux pas aller
Sur moi tu n’as aucun dossier tu n’peux pas parler
Je viens de Paris 92 capitale
Des dealeurs de came Hauts-de-Seine j’habite àl
Rafale de bastos dans les amidales
J’suis là pour la gagne ceci n’est pas un match amical
C’est un pour la monnaie, deux pour la monnaie,
Trois pour la monnaie, quatre pour la monnaie
Le rap est dead, MC tu fume trop d’herbe
T’as pas d’crédit sauf à la banque t’es qu’une grosse merde
Le son est lourd qui sont les loups
C’est nous 92i crew prédéstinés à rien du tout
L’illicite c’est mon dada comme pour les mecs à Guadada
972 HLM3 les mecs au heps à Guadada
J’te souhaite la mort sans aucun souci
Joue pas les gros bras j’suis Garcimore avec un uzi, abracadabra
Un faut mouv’ le mouv te croque Mazalaza pour s’amuser
Le boulbi vient de Tsunami s’y ressentent une onde de choc
Le son vient de la benz, le tien vient de la benne
Couleur ébéne plus le combat est dur plus la victoire est belle
Ne joue pas avec la rue tu risques d’en payer le prix
Combien sont mort ou handicapés, s’en sont jamais remis

Sean Leon – Hey Pretty Girl With The Dirty Mouth II (I Think You’ve Gone Mad (Or The Sins Of The Father) Album)

March 6, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

[Bridge 1]
I’ll call you when I’m sober
I’ll call you when I’m sober
I wish I wasn’t high
I’ll call you when I’m sober
It’s the summer and I’m anxious
I wish I wasn’t high

[Hook]
Hey pretty girl with the dirty mouth
Pretty girl with the dirty mouth
You’ll be a man’s wife one day

[Bridge 2]
I heard it rains in Seattle
I wouldn’t know, I never left Toronto
I heard there’s plenty pretty women out in Paris
I wouldn’t know, cause I never left Toronto
And if it’s windy out in Chicago
I wouldn’t know, I’ve never left Toronto
And if there’s good times in Los Angeles
I wouldn’t know, I’ve never left Toronto

[Hook]
Pretty girl with the dirty mouth
You’ll be a man’s wife one day

[Bridge 1 ]
I’ll call you when I’m sober
I’ll call you when I’m sober
I wish I wasn’t high
(I heard there’s plenty pretty women out in Paris)
I’ll call you when I’m sober
(Pretty girl with the dirty mouth)
It’s the summer and I’m anxious
I wish I wasn’t high
(You’ll be a man’s wife one day )

Bruno Mars – That’s What I Like

March 2, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

Hey, hey, hey
I got a condo in Manhattan
Baby girl, what’s hatnin’?
You and your ass invited
So gon’ and get to clappin’
Go pop it for a pimp, pop-pop it for me
Turn around and drop it for a pimp, drop-drop it for me
I’ll rent a beach house in Miami
Wake up with no jammies (nope)
Lobster tail for dinner
Julio serve that scampi
You got it if you want it, got, got it if you want it
Said you got it if you want it, take my wallet if you want it, now

Jump in the Cadillac
(Girl, let’s put some miles on it)
Anything you want
(Just to put a smile on you)
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Cool jewel be shining so bright
Strawberry champagne all night
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

I’m talkin’ trips to Puerto Rico
Say the word and we go
You can be my freaka
Girl, I’ll be a fleeko, mamacita
I will never make a promise that I can’t keep
I promise that your smile ain’t gon’ never leave
Shopping sprees in Paris
Everything twenty-four karats (twenty-four karats)
Take a look in that mirror (take a look)
Now tell me who’s the fairest
Is it you? (is it you?) is it me? (is it me?)
Say it’s us (say it’s us) and I’ll agree, baby

Jump in the Cadillac
(Girl, let’s put some miles on it)
Anything you want
(Just to put a smile on you)
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Cool jewel be shining so bright
Strawberry champagne all night
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

You say you want a good time
Well here I am baby, here I am baby
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Talk to me, tell me what’s on your mind
What’s on your mind
If you want it, girl, come and get it
All this is here for you
Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby
What you tryna do

Cool jewel be shining so bright
Strawberry champagne all night
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like (that’s what I like)
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like (that’s what I like)
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

Future – Lookin Exotic Lyrics

February 25, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

[Intro]
Extravagant Hendrix
Switch hands like left pitcher
Super astronomical

[Chorus]
Peel you off a couple bands, girl like, “here you go”
Been lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white Rolls
We livin’ marvelous, yeah we livin’ marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ them that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, nah

[Verse 1]
Three rings on my left, I feel like King James
They see the way we represent, they see the way we get it
You can’t be never slippin’, you gotta show you’re different
I came through and took all their bitches with me
Nigga I get all the way faded, I can’t get tipsy
All these self [?]
Daily basis, I’m guilty
Let this champagne start pourin’, drank it up ’til it’s empty
Got this V.I.P. section burnin’ like a chimney
We ain’t gotta emphasize nobody, we done bought the building
Let’s go zip out to Australia, we can go to Switzerland
We got a chauffeur and a translator for where they don’t speak English
Sometimes when you speak from your soul it sound like you singing

[Chorus]
Peel you off a couple bands, girl like, “here you go”
Been lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white Rolls
We livin’ marvelous, yeah we livin’ marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ them that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, nah

[Verse 2]
Gotta put a whole lot of kush into my lungs
I put a whole lot of work and I just begun
And when that green money on the turf, it’s their call
Gotta put that steel under my shirt and duck laws
Fuck the cops, she gon’ ride you like my dog
Chinchilla, I put it on and let it fall
Gorilla, let it drag on the floor
I forgot to get the money and lay low
We take shoppin’ sprees, I can bring the store to me
I don’t get trap money, please, bitch I’m out their league
Raf Simons, Rick Owens, cost 200 G’s
Cash out mad G’s, bustin’ down AP’s
Handmade 1 of 1 Riccardo Tisci
Crystal diamonds on my sleeves, L-O-V-E
Changed the whips about a week, yes I do agree
Louis V on my carry-on, yes indeed
Have to pay for it tonight as you charge a fee
Order the PJ at 1, we land tomorrow at 3
Steak and shrimps, caviar for seven days
Let’s flick it up for my dawgs in the cage

[Chorus]
Peel you off a couple bands, girl like, “here you go”
Been lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white Rolls
We livin’ marvelous, yeah we livin’ marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ them that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, nah

[Outro]
Always keep it real with you!
Lookin’ exotic
Got a half a mil’ on me
‘Bout to recount it now

Future – Keep Quiet Lyrics

February 25, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

[Intro]
From the club to the telly, on the floor
On the table, you better not
Wake the neighbors, you better not
Wake them neighbors, girl

[Hook]
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

[Verse 1]
Fell in love, she done got attached
Gotta tell her, we a perfect match
Go to Paris, to the dance floor
See the wheel on the right side
I was drivin’ on the wrong side
Saw you drivin’ on the wrong side
Out the country for a couple months
I gotta keep the goals online
Hotel lobby like a club, got me drinkin’ all wrong wine
Steaks and shrimps on your plate, baby
We can chat it up, but I ain’t wine and dine
Rude girl, you the right sign
You the right kind, it’s the right time
We can kick it off and go to Iceland
You see they bitin’ like Tyson
VVS’ wasn’t given to me
Ain’t no stresses I’ma give ’em to ya
No confessions, you can book the suite
I might even let you book the villa
Call me up and let me get right
Chain swangin’, this a pair of ice
Maintain, go to paradise
I’ma send for you, book the last flight

[Hook]
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

[Verse 2]
Rollin’ swag is complementary
Audemars is confidential
Credit card, expensive dinners
Gotchu cruisin’, double limit
Like you sign the Maybach there
If you ’round the clause might be here
In bed, I don’t know bless
Better not cut the first head off
Better look the other way, I know you fuckin’ him
You gotta let me have my way, that’s why I trusted you
Presidential suite, baby
You gon’ be there for me, yeah yeah
Your girlfriends always hate me
You richer than them, that’s real facts
I keep it fly, that’s real facts
I get you high and a lil’ upset
These niggas, they smilin’, talkin’
I bet they never caught a real chick
Stay in the mall, flossin’
You ain’t never been late on a bill yet
When I come in with all these benefits
If you fucked a nigga who famous, you better

[Hook]
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

[Outro]
From the club to the telly, on the floor
On the table, you better not
Wake the neighbors, you better not
Wake them neighbors, girl
Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot

Wale – Fashion Week (feat. G-Eazy)

February 25, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

[Intro: Wale]
Ah, find me a Kendall Jenner I’ll be a gentleman to her
Give me a joint she never gonna finish the lyric
Hol’ up

[Hook: Wale]
Walk by, on fire baby can’t [?]it
That body baby, accept that
You should mind a girl who be a [?]
Walk by, on fire baby can’t [?] it
That body baby, accept that
I walk by again, a little look quick, hol’ up

[Post-Hook 1: Wale]
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
My bitch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Make sure you’re posture’s right baby
Show some love tonight

[Verse 1: Wale]
I know a thing
[?] she tell me fuck her call her a bad bitch
I can never cover, I’m stuck on this rap shit
Fuckin’ up the budget but nothing but rap shit
I know a thing
[?] on Twitter be callin’ shawty a queen
Hair game silly, might give it a dance scene
Hair game killin’ I get her [?] my queen
In case you behind, let me remind you to wait till I make my move
Wale from the Maybach crew, right about me what they say about you
Right about me what they say about you
Right about me what they say about you
Right about me what they say about you
Party in the heels till the pussy conto
Hol’ up

[Hook: Wale]
Walk by, on fire baby can’t [?] it
That body baby, accept that
You should mind a girl who be a [?]
Walk by, on fire baby can’t [?] it
That body baby, accept that
I walk by again, a little look quick, hol’ up

[Post-Hook 2: Wale]
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch (I mean I got you)
Switch, gold switch
My bitch

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
You wanna sit front row?
Ask me get anything that you want, though
She a fashion killer, me Imma cut-low
Goin’ out tonight, she said that she wants coke
One oak of webster, up and down
Paparazzi gonna think that I’m coughing now
This casual walk call you up when I’m back in town
We fall out but she always come back around
Hit Barney’s and fuck up a check there
In the dressing room, fuck have sex there
"What’s taking so long?" "Oh, she trying the next pair"
People see us everywhere and they just stare
And she mixing off white with SL
I got my Vans on bitch, I dress well
I’m from the bay, I see her once in a blue moon
Till a Paris fashion we got soon as Tucson

[Hook: Wale]
Walk by, on fire baby can’t [?] it
That body baby, accept that
You should mind a girl who be a [?]
Walk by, on fire baby can’t [?] it
That body baby, accept that
I walk by again, a little look quick, hol’ up

[Post-Hook 1: Wale]
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
My bitch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Make sure you’re posture’s right baby
Switch, gold switch

[Brigde: Wale]
(Get the best stone
[?]
Get the best stone
[?])
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch

[Outro: Wale]
SAP to code, code
Damn I was [?]
But I’m higher than [?]
SAP to code, code, code

Bruno Mars – That’s What I Like (On #Brits 2017) (Live)

February 23, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

Hey, hey, hey
I got a condo in Manhattan
Baby girl, what’s hatnin’?
You and your ass invited
So gon’ and get to clappin’
Go pop it for a pimp, pop-pop it for me
Turn around and drop it for a pimp, drop-drop it for me
I’ll rent a beach house in Miami
Wake up with no jammies (nope)
Lobster tail for dinner
Julio serve that scampi
You got it if you want it, got, got it if you want it
Said you got it if you want it, take my wallet if you want it, now

Jump in the Cadillac
(Girl, let’s put some miles on it)
Anything you want
(Just to put a smile on you)
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Cool jewel be shining so bright
Strawberry champagne all night
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

I’m talkin’ trips to Puerto Rico
Say the word and we go
You can be my freaka
Girl, I’ll be a fleeko, mamacita
I will never make a promise that I can’t keep
I promise that your smile ain’t gon’ never leave
Shopping sprees in Paris
Everything twenty-four karats (twenty-four karats)
Take a look in that mirror (take a look)
Now tell me who’s the fairest
Is it you? (is it you?) is it me? (is it me?)
Say it’s us (say it’s us) and I’ll agree, baby

Jump in the Cadillac
(Girl, let’s put some miles on it)
Anything you want
(Just to put a smile on you)
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Cool jewel be shining so bright
Strawberry champagne all night
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

You say you want a good time
Well here I am baby, here I am baby
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Talk to me, tell me what’s on your mind
What’s on your mind
If you want it, girl, come and get it
All this is here for you
Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby
What you tryna do

Cool jewel be shining so bright
Strawberry champagne all night
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like (that’s what I like)
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like (that’s what I like)
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

Aladin 135 – Gosse (Indigo Album)

February 22, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

[Couplet 1]
J’suis sur le toit d’Paris et j’regarde
Avec joie, malgré les problèmes
Ce beau monde rempli de requins
Mon quotidien c’était La Bohème
J’raconte ce qui se passe dans ma rue, peut-être ce qui se passe dans la tienne
On a jamais compter la thune, on partageait le grec et la haine
Dans la vie faut faire des choix, faire le mal c’est tout oublier
Saches que tous l’monde peut te cher-lâ
Moi j’essaie d’bien faire pour roupiller
Tranquillement, quand j’rentre chez moi parfois j’avoue je veux cher-lâ le rap, la beuh et les chiennasses
J’me dit qu’tout ça c’est des schémas
Bébé, pardonne-moi si dans mes sons je vais provoquer
J’sais qu’un jour je trouverai la femme
Dont l’avenir je vais colorer
On a pas souvent le temps de penser à ça
Passe la beu-her et mon cerveau s’divise
Mon petit ici il faut des pensées passables
La seule guerre c’est contre ceux qui nous dirigent

[Refrain] x2
Moi j’suis comme tout les gosses d’en bas
De ce monde, j’ai ma définition
Tes lèvres, ton gloss dit "attend-moi"
Dans ton cœur, j’fais une perquisition

[Couplet 2]
L’amour, les jeunes de mon âge l’ont du-per
Ici y’aura peu de filles à marier
Pardonne-moi petite sœur quand j’suis vulgaire
Mais elles préfèrent toutes une nuit au Marriott
Je veux pas que le monde continu, verse pas
L’essentielle, vers l’amour, j’essaie juste de faire le pas
Hé mais l’ami non ne t’enferme pas
C’est beau comme quand t’es là et qu’ta grand-mère te parle
La simplicité dit moi quoi de plus
T’insulte ton père, moi il était pas là
J’t’assure tu diras pas "bon débarras"
Tu t’sentiras vide comme les gars d’ma rue
Moi je viens de là où la vie n’a pas de règle
Tu vas y arriver mais il faut conserver le règne
Je n’ai pas encore trouver la maison de ma reine
Je n’ai pas encore trouver la raison de ma haine
J’suis un lion sauvage, je vais dominer l’arène
J’ai fais trop de sacrifice
Quand j’me sauvais elle me demandais "arrête"
Jusqu’à c’que cette fille parte d’ici

[Refrain] x2
Moi j’suis comme tout les gosses d’en bas
De ce monde, j’ai ma définition
Tes lèvres, ton gloss dit "attend-moi"
Dans ton cœur, j’fais une perquisition

[Pont] x2
Je suis insouciant comme quand j’étais gosse, gosse, gosse
Bébé y’a pas d’filles au studio, là je bosse, bosse, bosse
J’taffe tout l’temps car dans ce monde je suis mon boss, boss, boss
J’aimerais retrouver mes poumons de gosse, gosse, gosse

[Refrain] x2
Moi j’suis comme tout les gosses d’en bas
De ce monde, j’ai ma définition
Tes lèvres, ton gloss dit "attend-moi"
Dans ton cœur, j’fais une perquisition

Aladin 135 – Bonnie & Clyde (Indigo Album)

February 22, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

[Refrain]
Baby, j’suis Aladin et les coquines aiment ça
Mais t’sais, jusqu’à la fin on est comme Bonnie & Clyde
J’sais qu’à tes yeux j’ai trop déconné
À m’comparer j’ai trop décôté
Pardonne-moi pour mes réflexions d’écolier
Au fond tu l’sais, avec toi j’voulais décoller

[Couplet unique]
Dans tes yeux j’ai vu mon avenir
Reste près d’moi, souviens-toi on était qu’un
Je ne peux pas te voir partir
J’perds mon âme quand s’éloignent nos destins
J’suis au Nord t’es au Sud
Je pense à toi dans l’métro et au stud’
J’ai le mort, je m’excuse
Si j’t’ai fait mal, si j’te pleure dessus
Mon amour, mon amie, aussi ma confidente
Tout près du tien, mon cœur est confiné
Si je m’en vais vers un autre continent
Bébé souviens-toi de tout c’qu’on disait
J’arrive j’arrive j’arrive, dis-moi qu’on va pas s’séparer
Baby baby baby à cause de toi mon cœur est fané
Tu sais bien que j’en ai gros sur l’cœur
Et qu’pour moi tu as le plus beau corps
Te regarder, je pourrais le faire des heures
Oublie pas qu’un jour je s’rai mort
Un jour je s’rai mort, je pourrai plus te voir
Je pourrai plus t’sentir, je pourrai juste t’aimer
Quand chez toi il s’met à pleuvoir
C’est moi qui pleure pour qu’tu viennes m’aider
J’sais qu’y a l’paradis sous tes pieds
Quand tu m’manques, envie d’tout laisser
Babe, quand je chante pense à nous c’t’été
C’est ton choix, j’veux personne pour t’aider
Je ne veux pas que tu partes que tu m’en veuilles
Seul devant la feuille je perds le cap, ma belle
Quand je suis à Paris, je me sens si seul
Tu sais très bien bébé que nous deux c’est pas pareil
Arrête ça tu m’fais trop souffrir
J’veux ta main et des beaux sourires
Regarde devant on a d’autres soucis
Demain s’ra un autre souvenir
J’ai pas fait c’qu’il fallait, fallait
Tes embrouilles ont parlé, parlé
Là mon cœur est cassé, cassé
Le passé j’aimerais l’effacer, -ffacer
Si tu savais tous les temps où j’ai pensé à toi
J’ai pensé pour nous l’amour pour la vie
Si tu savais tous les temps où j’ai pensé à toi
J’ai pensé toujours tu s’rais mon baby
Il a mal mal, ouais, le petit berbère
Loin de toi, de sa vie, donc son cœur saigne
J’en ai marre marre surtout c’est la merde merde
T’es ma femme mon amie ma deuxième mère
J’ai besoin de quoi ? J’ai besoin de nous
J’ai besoin de foi ouais j’ai besoin d’amour
J’ai besoin de lois, j’ai besoin de valeurs
J’ai besoin de toi, sans toi c’est le malheur
J’ai besoin de rire, j’ai besoin de vrai
J’ai besoin de souffrir à t’écouter
J’ai besoin de rire, j’ai besoin de mère
J’ai besoin de mourir à tes côtés

[Refrain]
Baby, j’suis Aladin et les coquines aiment ça
Mais t’sais, jusqu’à la fin on est comme Bonnie & Clyde
J’sais qu’à tes yeux j’ai trop déconné
À m’comparer j’ai trop décôté
Pardonne-moi pour mes réflexions d’écolier
Au fond tu l’sais, avec toi j’voulais décoller

Nasty C – Check (feat. Erick Rush) (Bad Hair Extensions Album)

February 21, 2017 Azlyrics Leave a comment

[Hook: Nasty C] x2
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see cheque)
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

[Verse 1: Nasty C]
Oh yeah
I know I’m jiggy, I put it before Jigga
I got the country asking if I’m working for Jigga
My life ain’t been the same since the season
Before, cause I turned it into a gold bitch
And I owe it to no nigga
My business stay undercover like watch from the cold head
And my bitches stay undercovers and play with the scrotum
My bottom row is made of gold and your hoe is the gold-digger
My first song was Get Going, now I’m a go-getter
Ohh which one of you has-bins got some advice to give?
Then just point me to wherever dumb and dumber live
If I made them hate me now, well this summer i’d get me killed
I heard so-and-so just made it out to one-hit-wonder ville
Oh which one of you kids wanna fuck with my pocket plans
New niggas hate me cause I turned their Pops into fans
Old niggas hate me cause their baby mamas got snapped
And I’m known, it is your gut to a chance
I went from a ‘having loser’ written on my forehead
To losing sleep and having bitches on their four legs
To only wearing shit if it’s imported
To only smiling back if you important
Connect the dots, I’m connecting flights to Paris
And now we slack, we living on the place
And then I flew my nigga up to Spain
Google dictionary, hated just to tell girls our names
Learned how to say

[Hook: Nasty C] x2
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see cheque)
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

[Verse 2: Erick Rush]
Look, I burst around
And make you break your fuckin’ neck
Niggas coughing dimes, the only thing I cough is a cheque
Ask the people who got it, they’ll tell you straight up to them necks
You tried to play poppa, only just played yourself
Whoa, congratulations you could’ve been half as basic
I know I lack patience but still the mass is await me
I know I try to pace it but look how fast she got naked
I mean… I been Magic since when they still had McGrady
Lord look how you made me
How can one be this wavy
Now when they debating about the best
You know they say me
They hire me on sports, I never needed any training
Then I met Nasty C, and be both started heavy-weighting
Man check out the muscles, instrumentals get tussle
Pounding all these beats til I get bruises on my knuckles
I’m that one cousin up to what niggas done no
Do it for my city, my YG niggas dunno
I was trapping hitting leaks to early mornings
Losing sips and having bitches on four their legs
Puff a lot but only if this spliff is pouring
When I’d hit the spliff to get the hits in motion
Living in Durban, I connect the flights in Paris
My parents always ask about my plans
I’m ’bout to fly my nigga out here just to see what changes
But I swear about a week or two we probably go insane make him…

[Hook: Nasty C] x2
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see cheque)
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque,cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque,cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque