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Quentin Miller – Long Time lyrics

Posted on May 26, 2018 by Azlyrics

(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[NOT FULL]

I’m so stuck in my ways
I’m so stuck I won’t change
I don’t know how to forget
All my enemies gotta pay

Yellow Claw – In My Room lyrics

Posted on May 26, 2018 by Azlyrics

(feat. DJ Mustard, Ty Dolla $ign & Tyga)

[Intro]
Mustard on the beat ho

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
We can do anything all your wildest dreams
Goin’ up in my room
I know you a freak
Let’s party let’s drink
Then go to my room
Shake it fast to the beat
I know you wanna lead straight to my room
You all I wanna see
Come follow me straight to my room

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
See you there
I see you there
If you ready let’s go
If you ready let’s go
I want you to want me to care
If you ready let’s go
If you ready let’s go

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Follow me to my room a long way from the front door
The front door’s a long way from the driveway
My place far, about an hour out, but 458’s like catchin’ a flight bae
Coco white, you know my smile bae
Wanna ride the boy, yippee-yo-kai-ay
Made her feel so good, she thought I was Kanye
But I’m T-Raww and my room’s on the beach ma

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
I can be a real treat, I’ll be goin’ real deep
In my room
I put that ass to sleep, put your hands on your feet
In my room
I already said you’se a freak but don’t be using no teeth
In my room
Got some things I could teach ya girl, I’m a dog with no leash
In my room

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I see you there
I see you there
If you ready let’s go
If you ready let’s go
I want you to want me to care
If you ready let’s go
If you ready let’s go

DJ Mustard – Why’d You Call? (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & iLoveMakkonnen) lyrics

Posted on May 12, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Started off playing, lies you were saying
Started off laughing, then I start to believe
Said you were stayin’ but you were lying
You’re thinking bout leaving, walking out on me
Like all I’ve done, it wasn’t for fun
Now you not here, my heart still bleeds
You be actin’ so brand new
Seeing someone else and it just ain’t you

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Started off at backstage, ended up at the hotel
Started off fucking now like oh well
You said that’s my pussy, said that’s your dick
You’ve been thinking ’bout cheating, creeping on me
Like all I’ve done, it wasn’t for fun
Now you not here, my heart still bleeds
Now you actin’ so brand new
Seeing someone else and it just ain’t you
Can you tell me why?

[Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Why’d you call? If you got other numbers to dial
Why’d you call? If you’ve been seeing someone else
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call? If you got other numbers to dial
Why’d you call? If you’ve been seeing someone else
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call?
Why’d you call?
Why’d you call?

DJ Mustard – Down On Me (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & 2 Chainz) lyrics

Posted on May 12, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro: DJ Mustard]
Ya’ll already know who I am right?
Mustard on the beat ho

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Got a **** that drop it down for a ****a
I got a **** that drop it down for a ****a
Yea, my **** drop it down for me
Take it to the room, she go down on it
And she said she got a friend for me
And she ain’t afraid to spin on me
Got a **** that drop it down for a ****a
Got a **** that drop it down for a ****a
Got a **** say she down for a ****a
Got a **** that drop it down for a ****a
Yea, yea

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
My **** got ass and titties, from the hood but she act seditty
In the club took a shot to the kidney, probably won’t make it to 50
Told that ho bring more E, smoke joints to the face
My **** so bad I **** without a condom
Put it all in and I got her running
Hit it good got her walking funny, hit it good got her walking funny
And she said it ain’t about the money, and she said she ain’t about the money

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I wanna see you butt naked in a fur coat
**** her in the shower when she drop soap
Only live once is my motto
After we have sex I pay your car note
Wearing Ferragamos and Benihanos
I’m pulling up the way I turtleneck in the summer
With a girl named Summer put her leg to the ceiling fan
So wet I might dive off the diving-board
I watch you pop it like a rubberband
New Rollie, I don’t mind spending time alone
I want you so bad that I pray for it
Might stay till the club close cause I wait for it

[Hook]

[Bridge: DJ Mustard]
Keisha, go drop it down for me
Neisha, go drop it down for me
And Tia, go drop it down for me
And Bria, go drop it down for me
And Brittany, go drop it down for me
TeeTee, go drop it for me
And Kristy go drop it down for me
And Ashley go drop it down for me
Because I!

[Hook]

Dice SoHo – SSP (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Desiigner) lyrics

Posted on May 11, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Dice SoHo]
Ayy, walk on the court smellin’ like gelato
Bust down Rollie and I’m [?]
Ice in my face ’cause I know it’s my time
Cut the bitch off, she got outta line
New bitch ass soft as a cushion
Hoochies call me like, “We gotta keep pushin’”
They tryna get time in the feds
Shit fucked up, will chop off my head (hey)
Remember school days with Brody and Lex
I done had a couple homies that switched, I done see my pop break down a brick
I just sent the hoe to break down a trick, ayy
Now hand that’s puttin’ hand on the ground
Mama trippin’, thought it wasn’t gon’ work
My dog turn his back on me, that shit hurt
Fuck it, I ain’t trippin’, she could be worse
Hop in the drop top, while I skrrt
I been a real nigga since birth (ayy, yeah)
Ayy, Travis stopped fuckin’ with me ’cause of hoes
Fuck it, it’s a lifestyle that I chose, that’s how it goes

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
That’s how I [?] perform, uh
I like to hold the chrome, yeah
I feel like Macauley Culkin, uh
I like it home alone, uh
I’m from the hood where them niggas be trappin’ on the block
And they trappin’ at home, uh
First she had next, now break up, yeah
Face down, ass up, legs up, yeah
Face look pretty with no make up, yeah
I look good, I stay up, yeah
I count cash, no pay cut, yeah
I cook crack, I bake up, yeah
I took my service gone, uh
I got a mobile phone, uh
I’m trappin’ home alone, uh
Nigga, I got a chrome

[Bridge: Dice SoHo]
Woah, get the dough is all I know
So, yeah, ’cause they gon’ hate regardless
No love for these bitches, I’m heartless
Secure the bag, that’s a goal, goal

Ty Dolla $ign – Clout (feat. 21 Savage) lyrics

Posted on May 9, 2018 by Azlyrics

Hitmaka!

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
“Draco hold how many?” What your friends say
Yagi makin’ moves like sensei
“Don’t nobody move,” that’s what I say
FN blow the cherry off your sundae, oooh
I’m a full time finesser, ain’t no chancin’ it
Hundred hangin’ off my neck like a chandelier
I got moves to make, I got somethin’ in the Wraith
Sellin’ candy bars, sound like me when I was eight
Woooh

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Balenciaga book bag, OG gas in the pouch
Double G slippers, Prada rugs in the house
Baby girl, what you gonna do for this clout?
You gonna bust it open, put this (ooh) in your mouth (21)
Drip-drop, she gonna suck on the tip-top
Lip-locked, Trojan smile I need a big sock
Do it for the game, never for the fame
Bitch, I lie and cheat (yeah), this shit in my veins
Woooh

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ten bands on my feet, hundred bands on my wrist
You ain’t ready for this shit, nooo
You ain’t ready for this clout
Ay, keep my name out your mouth
Are you stupid? Are you dumb? Are you stupid? Psh!
Watch your mouth, watch your mouth
You ain’t ready for this clout, you ain’t ready for this clout, nooo

Ashanti – Say Less (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & DJ Mustard)

Posted on November 6, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, hoe

[Pre-Chorus: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Pull up to the party (party)
Jewels all on my body (my body)
Your chick on my body (body)
They can’t tell me nothing, no
Like stop it, them bitches over there not poppin’
Ay, we gonna order more bottles
And they can’t tell me nothing, no (yeah yeah)

[Chorus: Ashanti]
Like get in my face, say less (say less)
If it ain’t about the money, say less (say less)
If he ain’t from the clique, say less
Bitch, say less

[Post-Chorus: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Got my woes with me (with me)
Young nigga got the pool with me (on me)
Make it rain, got a budget on me (on me)
Blow a check, got bands on me (yeah)
Say, fuck you mean? (Oh yeah)
This is your body
Ain’t no way I could hide it
I wanna be your top supplier
Cause I’ll provide this all to you

[Verse 1: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
To you, to you, to you, to you
Cause I’ll provide this all
Pull up to the party, party (yeah yeah)
Jewels all on my body, my body
Your chick on my body, body
They can’t tell me nothing, no

[Chorus: Ashanti]
Like get in my face, say less (say less)
If it ain’t about the money, say less (say less)
If he ain’t from the clique, say less
Bitch, say less

[Verse 2: Ashanti]
The only kind of love you’ll ever need, baby
I’m the one you better know when you see it, baby
Tell Ashanti got you weak in the knees, babe
And you gon’ hit the homies next weekend
Cause Imma put that good on you
Like a woman should on you
That new engine that could on you
(Make that thing go, chugga chugga, chugga, chugga, chugga)

[Bridge: Ashanti]
I will give you everything you need, babe
Everything you say
And you can have everything on me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything on me, yeah
Mustard on the beat

[Chorus: Ashanti]
Like get in my face, say less (say less)
If it ain’t about the money, say less (say less)
If he ain’t from the clique, say less
Bitch, say less

Ty Dolla $ign – Ex (feat. YG) (On Jimmy Kimmel Live)

Posted on November 2, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
(4 Hunnid), oh yeah, oh yeah
[?]
Yeah
[?] (so)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign & Bongo By The Way]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
Bongo By The Way

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Mixing Henny with the Bombay (Bomb’)
Fuck it, I done had a long day (oh)
I done linked up with my old thing
Right time, but the wrong place
Yeah
Riding ’round with it on me (oh)
Got me thinking about all my old days (old days)
I been getting money four ways (four ways)
R. Kelly to a play with the foreplay
I know (know), I be up to no good
Baby, I know (know), I’m just misunderstood

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (yeah, main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

[Verse 2: YG]
(Ooh), how you living, nigga, how you living? (skrt)
I’m on jet ski’s with naked bitches
Give my last city naked bitches (yeah)
Leave your main squeeze for these naked bitches, yeah
That’s how, you know, when it’s all bad (all bad)
She call me or text, I could call back (I could call back)
But she imagine in her head I’m doing all that
I tell her I’m not, she like, YG, you a thot

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
I know, I be up to no good (sing that shit, Ty)
Baby, I know (4 Hunnid, ah), I’m just misunderstood (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: YG]
Yeah, yeah
A hundred times, told her, I was gon’ stop
But it’s kind of hard, when every night them bottles pop
Yeah, yeah
It’s kind of hard, when you’re making your watch
Make all them nines and tens flop
Yeah

[Hook]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

Gucci Mane – Enormous (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Posted on October 28, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know somethin’

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
(OG Parker)
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
(It’s Gucci!)
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I pulled up in that don with that Hublot on my arm
Head to toe in Louis Vuitton, lookin’ like I sold a ton (Louis)
Real trap nigga, baby, upper echelon
He a real rap nigga, he ain’t ever held a bomb (war)
When she in the room, baby girl, yeah, she perform (ow)
Carbon on the dresser, baby, please don’t be alarmed (woo)
Gucci Mane so charming he didn’t even wear a charm
She suck it ’til it’s numb, baby got a gold tongue (woo)
Well educated, but call me and go dumb (huh)
Lookin’ where she at, won’t believe where she came from (money)
Sippin’ on Patron, they love me like Don Juan
I told her keep it low, shawty call me Don Don (shawty)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop that pin, I’m all in your location (yeah)
Had to pull up just to motivate ya (‘vate)
Don’t be actin’ shy, I’m losin’ patience (ayy)
Oh yeah
Asses, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
I wanna run up a tab (tab)
Champaign in my bath (bath)
Saucin’, cool ranch (brrr)
Love it when you clap it like that

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
This lady really is the truth, I’m givin’ props to you (you)
I love to fly you out the country just to shop with you (yeah)
She act like she a good girl, fuck like a prostitute (huh)
I’m actin’ like I’m good but really I’m in hot pursuit (go)
I think that I’m so fly that I don’t have to lie to you (damn)
But you so fuckin’ gorgeous I’m not tryna flutter you (hot)
My sex game so aggressive, I’m just tryna splatter you
Your booty is enormous and my dick’s enormous too (huh)
You showed out last night, I had a good performance too (wow)
I’m so healthy and prepared, I work it like your trainer do (trainer)
My paper so enormous I am not a normal dude (no)
You so bad I’m thinkin’ ’bout it but don’t dine on normal food

Ty Dolla $ign Ft. Swae Lee & Future – Don’t Judge Me Lyrics

Posted on October 19, 2017 by Azlyrics

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On the liq’ right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean dont judge me
I might pop a seal in a money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liq’ right now don’t judge me
Got a whole pound, don’t judge me. yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

FULL LYRICS COMING

Ty Dolla $ign – Dawsin’s Breek (feat. Jeremih)

Posted on October 4, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
EarDrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Brrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you hoes
Brrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new hoes
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Hollup, in New York, panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My bitch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park

Mac Miller – Cinderella (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Posted on April 19, 2017 by Azlyrics

Uh, sign
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Sign
I been waitin’ all night for this moment
I been waitin’ all year for this moment
I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better get your ass home
Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
Take my hand, come with me to my room
Girl I got a suite at the SLS
I already know you got expensive taste
Take my hand, follow me to my room
Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
Girl I got a plan for the whole night
Okay your legs like a store they open up
And you got people in the aisle
Been here every night for weeks at a time
You in my dreams that’s why I sleep all the time
Just to hear you say I love you, just to touch you, just to leave you behind
I told you, you don’t have to worry, you’ll be fine
This the type of thing I heard it happen all the time
Yeah, I just wanna see you fly
Because your fragrance got me faded, you be keepin’ me high
Said nothin’ better than the first time
I’ll be at your service like the check-in at the curbside
You don’t have to spend another second on this Earth dry
Wet you like a fresh group second and a third time, left you up a verse mind
And when you hungry I can shut you up with stir fry
Get you some dessert wine, elevate this third eye
First prize, Nobel, get a piece
Your clothes off, turn around, let me see
I been waitin’ all night for this moment
I been waitin’ all year for this moment
I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better get your ass home
Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
Take my hand, come with me to my room
Girl I got a suite at the SLS
I already know you got expensive taste
Take my hand, follow me to my room
Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
Girl I got a plan for the whole night
Yeah, okay I came up with a plan it was
Take you by the hand
And bring you somewhere where the sand is
Two nights, we landed
We went straight into the room
And played the music and started dancing
You was taking off your pants
It look like Dorothy ain’t in Kansas anymore
I do you like a chore
We started on the bed and then we moved onto the floor
You started getting crazy, told me fuck you like a whore
I thought you was an angel now you yellin’ to the Lord
You used to tell me all the time I ain’t your type
Now you always wanna spend the night
Now I’m doing everything you like
When I’m inside your pussy, damn it feels so right
Yeah, but I still respect the game
Every time I’m out of line you always set me straight
The sex is great, and your sex I need it every day
I yell your name, sinner, rebel
Never gonna find nobody better
All my life
I been waitin’ all night for this moment
I been waitin’ all year for this moment
I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better get your ass home
Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
Take my hand, come with me to my room
Girl I got a suite at the SLS
I already know you got expensive taste
Take my hand, follow me to my room
Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
Girl I got a plan for the whole night
Hey now, I’m saying
My only way out is way in
I won’t stop ’til you’re mine, no way
Well all my days now, they changin’
I got angels, no more Satan
Looks like God’s on my side
This time
I been meanin’ to tell you
You lookin’ better every day
Write you letters
It’s only right that right after love I write my name, yeah
If it’s forever or never it’s all the same
Under the weather
Feel much better when that weather isn’t rain
Ooh Cinderella don’t you run out of time
It feels like you’ve been taking all day
Wherever you came from, wherever you going
I promise I’m not far behind
So don’t you dare throw this away
I been meanin’ to tell you
You lookin’ better every day
Write you letters
It’s only right that right after love I write my name
And if it’s forever or never it’s all the same
Under the weather
Feel much better when that weather isn’t rain

Vitamin D – Ludacris feat. Ty Dolla $ign lyrics

Posted on April 10, 2017 by Azlyrics

Lyrics Ludacris – Vitamin D

Aw yeah, yeahhh
I mean there’s a lot of women out here that’s just, you know
They just deficient in so many things, man
You missing so many key nutrients in your life
I, I just want you to stay healthy in these streets
Oh, no no
Somebody gotta give you some vitamin D, you know what I mean?
Yeah, Luda.

She got them handlebars
Gotta keep a tight grip on that donkey
She be givin’ out battle scars
‘Cause she got a tight grip on that monkey
She told me, all the way, go straight to that a*s
Make a student be late for the class
She make a nigga wanna holla even though a couple dollars
So I gotta get straight to the cash
I love big cheeks in between them sheets
Jump back, I can’t help myself
Got a nigga so weak and I get no sleep
‘Cause the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps
And she get right down to the business
She stimulate the five senses
And she like it when I grab her hair
But I might pull out them extensions
My intentions is good for her
She like that I’m rich and a lil hood for her
I beat it right and leave it good sore
Real niggas is always what I stood for
I’m all in, I don’t play with it
I fall in and I lay in it
If I call in, I might stay in it
And if it’s all a sin, then I’ll pray in it.

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it).(vitamin d)

She got them thunder thighs
I’m just tryna get struck by some lightnin’
Man, her booty is plus her size
And I like my cakes with some icin’
Yeah baby, ciero a milo
Que a sabora azucca
Bonnita, freaky lil chicha
Let’s try the whole Kama Sutra, get down
Drip down, let it trickle down, dig her down
Smack it up, flip it and rub it down, love her down
I’ma keep it 100 now, that girl nasty
I’m never lettin’ the opportunity pass me
But I love her boots when they thigh high
Guess it’s true what they say when you’re havin’ fun, the time, it really do fly by
Take her legs, put ’em sky high
Climb to the top, I’ma skydive
Off, you feel the pump like it’s sawed off
Shot gun, hold tight, don’t fall off
Work, I’ma call off versuri-lyrics.info
Don’t be tryna leave, lil mama, that’s too much a*s to haul off
You need a U-Haul, if you leave me, woman, I’ma get blue balls
‘Cause ain’t nobody got s*x like you
That can dress like you or impress like you
You make a brother wanna woosa.

Ooh, she got that snapback
Kinda a*s if you blink, that it might hurt you
All up on the Snapchat
Try to get a screenshot and she might curse you
That there be your eyes only
Love when she grind on me
If they said I’m talkin’ s**t
You know someone was lyin’ on me
She ain’t for that he say, she say
This shakin’ the DJ replay
Is like everyday is her bday
‘Cause everyday’s her get this D day
And she got to work with a smile on
And her skin is always glowin’
And her JJ ain’t all in the streets
‘Cause she ain’t out her hoein’, Luda.

B.o.B – 4 Lit (feat. T.I. & Ty Dolla $ign)

Posted on April 6, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Hook: B.o.B]
Should be two lit, should be four lit
Pick me up before six
Gutter bitch, with another bitch
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all hit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Two lit, should be four lit
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all here

[Verse 1: B.o.B.]
Ya yo that-that-that’s the shit I like
I ain’t got no type I can’t decide
Girl like girl like girl they can’t deny
Gettin’ pussy with a side of wine
No it ain’t no telling what we might do
When she in a penthouse with a tight view
Reefer got me so, she got my eyes glued
Oh yeah that’s my girl and that’s our wife too

[Hook: B.o.B]
Lit, she be four lit
Pick me up before six
Gutter bitch, with another bitch
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all hit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Two lit, shit be four lit
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all here

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Shit
You know we all hit it
How a nigga quit and hit it and never call bitches
Ya’ll might see my young nigga pull in now we all bitches
Pick the shuffles up and did a over-tall bitch
Hey put that phone down and mind your fucking business girl
Hey put some money up in here, so independent girl
But I’m just tryna put some diamonds in your pendant, get your titty fit
Presidential suite some private jets outside the city shit
One thing I can’t stand is a petty hoe
Can’t keep your business to yourself, don’t go to telling folks
About where you been and how much pussy you be selling for
Don’t wanna see her with a telescope, tell ’em go

[Hook: B.o.B]
Should be two lit, shit be four lit
Pick me up before six
Gutter bitch, with another bitch
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all hit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Two lit, shit be four lit
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all here

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ay, Dolla hit it, B.o.B hit it
Uh, T.I.P hit it, TC hit
Ay, I feel like we the new Dogg pound
Uh, she know Dolla gettin’ money now
Uh, I’mma pass her like Cam, yeah
I’mma pass her like Peyton
Ooh, I got diamonds on my neck
I got diamonds on my rib
Put some diamonds on my main bitch
Uh, in the Porsche so wavy
Put a Rollie on my lady
Dolla need a new baby
Yeah, she know Dolla stay litty
Still ain’t heard about Dolla?
You should come to my city

[Hook: B.o.B & Ty Dolla $ign]
Should be two lit, shit be four lit (Yeah yeeaaahh)
Pick me up before six
Gutter bitch, with another bitch
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all hit, yeah
Yeah we all with the fuck shit (Ooohhh)
Yeah we all with the fuck shit (Yeah yeeaahh)
Two lit, shit be four lit (Yeeah)
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all here (Ooohhh)
Yeah yeaah, Dolla $ign

Pitbull – Better On Me (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Posted on March 24, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Pitbull]
You have to have vision to understand love is blind, talk to ’em Ty

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Verse 1]
Got a room with a mirror on the roof

And I could bet the bank and almost guarantee
That you will always look better on me
I handle my business in the boardroom and the bedroom
My name ain’t max but I always got headroom
G-g- get it, g-g- g-g- get it
Went from selling perico and reefer

I shut down Spain
And I ain’t even have to take a pill in Ibiza
I’m a beast bro
I love when you put on them sexy one piece outfits
With the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror
And see you always look better on me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
I’m allergic to the fake and these negative crabs
So get from me with your negative ass
I live for the future, you live in the past
Found somebody else, I hope that it lasts
But you know that I know that we know that you’ll be thinking bout me
But you know that I know that we know that you look, that you look better on me
I ain’t here to sell ya, I’m here to tell ya, all I’ve ever done is learn from my failures
So god bless mami, cause God knows I wish you the best mami, that’s right
I love when you put on that sexy one piece outfit with the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror and see you always look better on me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Better on me
Better on me
Better on me
You look better on me
Better on me
Better on me
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

Taylor Gang – For More (feat. Wiz Khalifa, Ty Dolla $ign, Raven Felix & Tuki Carter)

Posted on March 18, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro: DJ Motor Mane]
We ain’t never gon’ fall off
We always stand tall in this thing
It’s the only way we know, it’s go hard, you feel me
Ayo Cap, what up, Ty what up
Raven I see you, Tuki, holla at em man let em know how we do

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Been through so much, feel like I been here before
And I ain’t never gave up once, I’ll always be back for more
And I done learned so much in the game
Made it so far but I’ll never change
Know they waiting for me to fall off, but I’ll be back for more

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Told her baby that I’ll be back for more
If the head good you know that I’ll be back for sure
You and I we been through the most
But you never gave up on me
You stayed by my side, you my ride or die girl
I gave you the keys to the Porsche, gave you the keys to the house
Introduced you to moms, girl
You should have my babies
We should start an empire, we can cuddle by the fire
Dolla getting money now, gotta get money now

[Bridge 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
And Dolla never falling off
Dolla still rep the Gang
Dolla never change up
Woah
Dolla never falling off
Dolla still rep the Gang
Dolla never change up
Yeah

[Verse 2: Raven Felix]
I started young, I saw a lot
Never questioned if I wanted this bad enough or not
Coming up I never thought about the top
Now I’m getting closer to it every song I drop
Bumps in the road, still moving
I was taught to keep it pushing till you get through it
Quitting’s not an option, whats a boss to a queen
Nah, more like whats a queen to a goddess
That’s always been my mind state, got a taste
Now there ain’t no going back to the ways when we was unpaid
Unemployed, I never had no other choice
Had responsibilities that I couldn’t avoid

[Bridge 2: Raven Felix]
I, never imagined that it could happen this fast
Came in the game just turning nothing into something now we counting this cash
And I know the higher up that you get means its harder when you fall down
So we gotta stay up, stay up, we about to have it all now
Got me feeling like I

[Verse 3: Tuki Carter]
I wake up on that get I, I push myself to get it
I make that product pack it up and seal it
Pump that volume if you with it
Draw it up and frame it, display it seal it
Stack some bread, (?) Action Jackson got it made like special ed
Some sexting got you vexing, so mad you sent a text
She sent a screenshot back like this nigga losing his mac
Dang, intimidated by money reiterate that he funny
You silly slacker I’m Taylor’d, I milly rock in some gators
I’m ice cold, chilly pimping don’t like hoes
A-Town stomping, itty bitty thick, booty bumping, shut up and say something
Make something, instead of hating on creative ways that make haters say negative bullshit
Most because they lost they woman to real niggas
So keep ya hustle on hustle, get the M’s up don’t struggle
I’m M&M’ing these suckers, you threw back candy in clusters
We move by state to state in these busses, to make our way on these fuckers
You charge the game up while they charge the lame up
Never put yourself down on the same ground that you would walk on
You diss that bitch you get your money and you walk along
You walk along, yea

2 Chainz – It’s A Vibe (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Trey Songz & Jhené Aiko)

Posted on March 18, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, hahaha
Yeah, ooh
Yah

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Trey Songz]
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, uh (that’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
It’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Oh that’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Oh it’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe, that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, that’s a vibe
She wanna vibe
That’s a vibe
This shit vibe, yeah, yeah
Late night
Oh it’s a vibe
Let me slide
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
Dim the lights
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah
Get high
It’s a vibe, oh it’s a vibe, yeah

[Verse 2: Trey Songz & 2 Chainz]
It’s a vibe
Don’t you like?
Your pussy drippin’
Gushin’, drippin’ down your thighs
It’s a vibe
Get high
Diggin’ deep while I’m lookin’ in your eyes
Vibe is the realest
I know you feel it (yah)
It’s a vibe (vibe)
Different vibe
This my vibe, nigga
All the bitches like it

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
And if you get paid, it’s solely based on your performance (TRU)
My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
If you ain’t got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
Now I said I’m from the corner of the ATL (yah)
Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)
Broke so many bales down that I’m shell shocked (bow)
I held Glocks, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
Got a vibe, make a young chick turn her neck (alright)
Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)
Got a vibe, make Italian want Versace (Versace)
Carbon copies get declined, I’m the pioneer
Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
Any volunteers?
Gas in a Ziploc, now that’s loud and clear
This one outta here, this is our year

[Verse 4: Jhené Aiko]
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe
Am I your type?
Pussy tight
Maybe I’ll spend the night, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
Bust it, bust it wide
This the type of shit I like, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe, yeah, yeah, yeah

2 Chainz – It’s A Vibe (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Trey Songz & Jhene Aiko)

Posted on March 9, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, hahaha
Yeah, ooh
Yah

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
And if you get paid, it’s solely based on your performance (tru)
My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
If you ain’t got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
Now I said I’m from the corner of the ATL (yah)
Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)
Broke so many bales down that I’m shell shocked (bow)
A hell Glock, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
Still got a vibe, make a young chick turn her neck (alright)
Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)
Got a vibe, Italian want Versace (Versace)
Carbon copies get declined, I’m the pioneer
Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
Any volunteers?
Gas in a Ziploc, now that’s loud and clear
This one outta here
This is our year

Kent Jones – Sit Down (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Lil Dicky & E-40)

Posted on February 23, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Kent Jones]
Get up, get up
Walked up in the building, seen too many bitches on the wall
Niggas on the wall

[Post-Hook: Kent Jones]
Oh my God, oh my God
I don’t really know her huh? Know her huh?
She wanna come over huh? Over huh?
I’m already over her, over her

[Verse 1: Kent Jones]
When I’m in town she make sure that she see me, you understand?
I don’t know just how you niggas perceive me, you understand?
Throwing stones but you just wanna be me, you understand?
Ain’t them guys that you see on the TV, you understand?

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla Sign]
Hey lil mama, you know you fuckin’ with a motherfuckin’ superstar
You know I pick your ass up in the foreign car
And fuck you right there in it like a porn star, yeah, yeah
Hey, why you so nasty?
She say "Dolla why you gotta be so nasty?"
She said "Dolla $ign, why you always stay high"
I say, "You ain’t ever lied, you ain’t ever lie"
I pull up on her, I got her choosey
Her man a loser, she in a real nigga presence
She want Dolla, she fuck with Dolla
She came for Dolla, pull up in that ‘Rari
She said "Hey Dolla, Dolla, hey Dolla, Dolla
Why you spendin’ all your money on these bottles?"
Hey Dolla, Dolla, hey Dolla, Dolla
No more ratchets for me, only models

[Verse 3: Lil Dicky]
Off top I was getting ready, white boy like my mom Betty
I’m too nice for this game ese, I walked in there was confetti
Girls took to me already
Lil hoe with them dreads wanna go make whoopie
Go ball Eddy, Heartbreaker, y’all all petty
These bitches wanna get it ultra strength
Pay a ton, I’m jamming like I’m Kemp
Y’all all a bunch of fucking Detlef Schrempf’s
Showstopper, got flow poppin’
These hoes knockin’ down doors
Jockin’ my stones, moccasin flows
Stay on your toes
I’m better than better
I’ll get it on top like a header, that’s word
Little mama lookin’ at me, nine o’clock
And from the look of it that bitch need a vagina mop
And you mistook if you think we that gon’ designer shop
I’mma pull up like a bull up in the china shop, break you down
Chicken parmesan, how you want it, I’m cookin’
I got a nose for these hoes, I’m the Piglet of pussy
I gotta know if you pro, going down on my tooshie
Cause if you are then you’re probably too aggressive for Dicky

[Verse 4: E-40]
When I was a teen I scored a half a meal ticket
My team moved mean and they’ll smoke you like a brisket
Raised in the slums, in the sewer, in the gutter
Where shit ain’t sweet like unsalted butter
Make more paper than your daddy and your mother
Pulled up European, started with a fixer-upper
Throwing up signs like a third base coach
Baby she a dime, got a rump like a roast

[Hook: Kent Jones]
Hey, baby, you there
Light skin, thick with the blue hair
Red ‘Lenciagas, got a new pair
Every real hood bitch do hair
Hey, won’t you come here?
Get down, you know how I get down
Tell your hatin’ home girls, sit down
Take a seat, sit down
Sit down, take a seat, sit down
Sit down, take a seat, sit down
Sit down, take a seat, sit down
Sit down, take a seat, sit down
Sit down, take a seat, sit down

Bad bitch – Bebe Rexha feat. Ty Dolla $ign lyrics

Posted on February 20, 2017 by Azlyrics

Lyrics Bebe Rexha – Bad bitch

You’re sayin’ that your tired of all your empty habits
You want something that’s deeper ’cause you’re over the generics
You’re f*ckin’ with them basics when you really want the baddest
So come on, baby, get it, ’cause to miss it, it would be tragic.(bad bitch)

You say you want a bad b*tch, baby, now you have it
Now you got a bad b*tch, show me you can handle this
Say you want a bad b*tch, baby, now you have it
Now you got the baddest, show me you can handle this.

Bad b*tch, bad bitch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Show me you can handle this
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Show me you can handle this
(Ohhh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ohhh, yeah, yeah, yeahhh).

You know I can handle it
You know I can handle it
When you throw that thing back
Get me like collateral
You be goin’ all night
When you on that adderall
We be goin’ all night
When you on that adderall
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
You ain’t never average
Kissin’ double C’s on your back with the basic
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch versuri-lyrics.info
You ain’t never average
Center on the jeans with the center on back too.

Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Show me you can handle this
(Ohhh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ohhh, yeah, yeah, yeah).

I pay my own bills and I pay my own rent
‘Cause I’m indepe-, independent
I buy my own rings and I do my own things
‘Cause I’m indepe-, independent
I know it really hurts, I know it ain’t fair
You’re not allowed to touch, but you can stare
Know it really hurts, know it ain’t fair
So keep sayin’ your prayers.

You want a bad b*tch, baby, now you have it
Now you got a bad b*tch, show me you can handle this
Say you want a bad b*tch, baby, now you have it
Now you got the baddest, show me you can handle this.

Bad b*tch, bad bitch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Show me you can handle thisss.
Bebe Rexha lyrics
Video bitch

Fat Joe & Remy Ma – Money Showers (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

Posted on February 18, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Joe Crack, Remy Ma
This is Dolla $ign, oh ya

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
10 bands for the prettiest bitch
No hands if you really the shit
My nigga pretty new drop the music, he got something to say
Got her staring at the pole like election day
I make it rain on them hoes, I got that Amber vision
We in the back of the Rolls, her and Blac Chyna kissing
Give me a slice of the cake, I made it shower with dough
That’s a whole lotta bread, you know it had to be Joe
Cathedral ceilings in the crib, got sinners in it
I had bitches eating pussy like it’s dinner in it
No lie, see everything Gucci, we steady mobbing
Who else could turn a stripper into Tonya Harding?

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
See you gotta understand I’m bad enough to take your husband
Bitch I fuck your man then give him back when I’m done, ugh
Front of my pussy on the back of his tongue
I ain’t had love for a nigga since what happened to Pun
So if he fuck around and I don’t happen to cum
Nigga you can be my ex, that’s where I’m from
Man these funny style bitches, I be laughing at them
Hoes be grabbing his dick, I be grabbing his gun
Walking out the court, thumbs up, Jon Gotti
On my ’93 Biggie shit, bullshit and party
Bitch claiming she the queen, what? Not hardly
Who the fuck gave you your crown bitch? Steve Harvey?

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain

[Outro]
Rain, rain, rain, rain
Rain, rain, rain, rain
(Why don’t all the ?)
(But why don’t all the treat her?)
(Why ?)
(But I like honesty what have I done to you ?)

2 Chainz – Lil Baby (Feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Posted on February 6, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, oh, oh
Drop a hundred of them thangs put a little on my baby
Lil baby, lil baby
Oh-oh
I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my baby
Lil baby, oh-ohh, lil baby, ooh

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Get out my car lonely, take care the bar cover
Shawty got an ass so fat she got a scarf over it
I got them rocks on me, used to have blocks on me
Now I’m living for PETA cause I got a fox on me, ah
Now that I told you niggas, I showed you niggas
She come through this bitch with Chanel on her pumps
Apples in back of the trunk
You know I flex if I want
We gon’ bust stops on the highway
I got my hands on her thighs
I play with her pussy and listen to Sade
Told her to bring it here shawty
Told her to drop it there shawty
I’m from the belly of the beast
Remember I barely used to eat
Now that my weed is so loud you can hear it down the street
Pull up 10 cars deep, you can’t get rich off sleep

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, oh, oh
Drop a hundred of them thangs put a little on my baby
Lil baby, lil baby
Oh-oh
I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my baby
Lil baby, oh-ohh, lil baby, ooh

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I call her my lil baby
She act like a lil baby
She spoiled like it was the worst
She trip I buy her the suitcases
We make the screw faces
Had sex in a few places
Bedroom, living room
Bathroom, kid’s room and the basement
Straight shot, no chaser
You’ll always be my lil baby
Wanna know how your day been
Can’t wait to go bare skin
Stretch you out by the bear rug
Give you hugs by the fireplace
Going down like the fire escape
Estate with the iron gates
All the diamonds got a ping on ’em
Living life like a king don’t I
Walk around with your dream on me
Never front on your team homie
They say sex a weapon
Shit mine got a beam on it
My spinach got cream on it
Ty Dolla go on and sing on it

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, oh, oh
Drop a hundred of them thangs put a little on my baby
Lil baby, lil baby
Oh-oh
I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my baby
Lil baby, oh-ohh, lil baby, ooh

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Lil baby, lil baby, ooh

DJ Mustard – Lil Baby (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Posted on February 3, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
Nanana, oh nananana nana
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Hook]
Girl I beat it up, beat it up right, I will
Oh, and I go deeper than your ex man did
She be like, "Slow down zaddy yeah that thang too big"
She a pretty young thing and ain’t got no kids, oh
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’ll beat it right, I will
If it’s hard, take my time, I will
Hell yeah, you got the right idea
You let me hit it from the back like a Rottweiler
Girl I kill that punani
Hit it raw doggy in the morning
Give it to you everytime you’re horny
Every time I’ll pull it cocky got you put it on me
Got you screaming oooh oooh
Goddamn it girl you so nasty
And you know
I just can’t let you walk past me

[Hook]
Girl I beat it up, beat it up right, I will
Oh, and I go deeper than your ex man did
She be like, "Slow down zaddy yeah that thang too big", oh
She a pretty young thing and ain’t got no kids, oh
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
I put it on ya
Hit it to a swirl, break the ice out
Ain’t even with her, you gon’ wild out
I’m the only nigga that you talk ’bout, oh ya
Tell me who the coldest
Anybody record I get on is, on the radio like a Jonas
I’m about to check her then finesse her out of garments
Singing oohhhh
Goddamnit girl you so nasty
And you know
I’ll be right there when you ask me

[Hook]
Girl I beat it up, beat it up right, I will
Oh, and I go deeper than your ex man did
She be like, "Slow down zaddy yeah that ain’t too big"
She a pretty young thing and ain’t got no kids, oh
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Yeah, yeah

[Bridge]
Nanana, oh nananana nana
Nananana, nanananana
Yeah, they know not what they do
But I’m still making moves
Tryna make some moves with you
And you know…

Taylor Gang – Brand New (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Wiz Khalifa)

Posted on February 2, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla met a bitch on tour
Dolla made a mil on tour
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla did the cover of The Source
Dolla did the XXL
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla signed a brand new deal, yeah
Dolla got sex appeal, yeah
Dolla keep it way too real
Dolla ain’t got no chill
Dolla tell a nigga how he feel, aw yeah
Dolla bought a brand new watch
Dolla might run from the cops
Dolla get his looks from his pops, yeah
Dolla might sip some Henny
Dolla just count a milli
Dolla pulled up with Diddy, ay
Dolla might take your girlfriend
Dolla might take your girlfriend
Dolla gonna get his money
Saint Laurent and Gucci
Saint Laurent and Gucci
Dolla getting money, aw yeah

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Cam bought a brand new Benz
Cam fucked a girl and her friend
Cam’s all about his ends
Cam got the OG Kush with the tan
Cam bought a bus for the fam
Cam came up from a van
Cam got tats on his hands
Most call me Wiz but the hoes call me Cam
Cam got businesses
When it’s done, Cam don’t leave witnesses
Cam got bitches, kid
Cam pull up in the car with the switches in it
Cam never gon’ stop
Cam never gon’ flop
Cam never gon’ fuck with a cop
Cam always on top
Cam always in the room with somebody else girl with the door locked
And they don’t really like ’em
But they all fuck with Cam
Cam got the keys to the Lamb
Cam blow trees like it’s legal again
Cam always on the flight with a certified freak
That’s who get up on her knees when we land
That’s your girlfriend?
Bet she won’t be no more if you leave her with Cam

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign + (Wiz Khalifa)]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla met a bitch on tour
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla made a mil on tour
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla did the cover of The Source
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla did the XXL
(Cam did too)
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
(Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah
(Cam did too, Cam did too)

Sevyn Streeter – Fallen (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Cam Wallace)

Posted on February 1, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Sevyn Streeter]
If you keep on putting it down, you gon’ make me love ya
If you keep on putting it down, you gon’ make me stay
Ain’t no competition, you that nigga by far
Maybe you the best, got me going so hard

[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter & Ty Dolla $ign]
And if this isn’t love, why do I feel this way?
Why does he stay on my mind?
And if this isn’t love, why does it hurt so bad?
You make me feel so mad inside
Something about your love that’s got me staying
Something about you boy, don’t know what it is
And all you did to me, I’m steady fallen
God damn, your pussy sweet, it’s steady callin’ me
But let me get it right now

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Baby, how you got a nigga comin’ back
Got me lookin’, got me lookin’ with my lookin’ ass
And you know what you be doin’ when you walkin’ past me
Straight up, that ass too fat
Yeah, love when I pull on your hair
Love when you kiss me right there, aw
Way that you do is no fair
Way that you do is no fair

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Sevyn Streeter]
And if this isn’t love, why do I feel this way?
Why does she stay on my mind?
And if this isn’t love, why does it hurt so bad?
You make me feel so mad inside
Something about your love that’s got me staying
Something about you girl, don’t know what it is
And all you did to me, I’m steady fallen
God damn, your pussy sweet, it’s steady callin’ me
So let me get it right now

[Verse 3: Cam Wallace]
I been thinkin’ ’bout your ass like all day
Grade school, way back in the hallways
Yeah, I think she finally get it
I used to wonder back then, let me finally hit it
It’s goin’ down, right now
You ain’t gotta say shit, don’t make a sound
Fuck, now I got the pussy in the ground
I’m swimmin’ in the pussy, I’ma drown
When I found her, shit, I thought I found love
Nah, better yet, I found drugs
Damn, now I’m gettin’ faded too much
Need to step back but that pussy so clutch
What, damn, this girl gotta hold on me
She got me singin’ like Jodeci
Like ma ma ma, ma ma ma
Oh, this Johnny Gill, fuck it man, that shit was ill

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Sevyn Streeter]
Something about your love that’s got me staying
Something about you girl, don’t know what it is
And all you did to me, I’m steady fallen
God damn, your pussy sweet, it’s steady callin’ me
So let me get it right now

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign & Sevyn Streeter]
Ooh, I want it too, yet again
Ooh, even thought I know it’s bad, I keep runnin’ back to you, baby
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Dolla $ign, Cam, steady love

Zara Larsson – So Good (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Posted on January 28, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Zara Larsson]
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is

[Verse 1: Zara Larsson]
My love is more potent than anything in the cup that you’re holdin’
One little taste will have you open
Aye, I know you want some, you want some
Too strong, no limits
It’s not official, so take your time with it
It go straight to your head, control your mind with it
Aye, I know you want some, you want some

[Pre-Chorus: Zara Larsson]
You know that I’m the only one that gets you higher
Gets you higher, babe
And you ain’t gotta worry ’cause you know I got it
Know I got it, babe

[Chorus: Zara Larsson]
You be, stuck on it ’cause my love so good
So you, keep comin’ back to get some more
Got you in your feelings, all emotional
My love, my love
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is

[Verse 2: Zara Larsson]
My love, ain’t running out
Got a endless supply, there’ll never be a drought
I put you to sleep, you’ll never leave your house
Aye, I know you want, know you want some

[Pre-Chorus: Zara Larsson]
You know that I’m the only one that gets you higher
Gets you higher, babe
And you ain’t gotta worry ’cause you know I got it
Know I got it, babe

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, your love so good, girl
Got me comin’ back for seconds, what’s good, girl?
Got me clearin’ out my schedule, tryna link up
Girl you know you ’bout to get that thang beat up
When I pull up, you know what I came for
Dolla lay the pipe, keep some dope D for you
Put your body straight to sleep
I got you wakin’ up thankin’ me

[Chorus: Zara Larsson + Ty Dolla $ign]
You be, stuck on it ’cause my love so good
You got me stuck on that, your love so good
So you, keep comin’ back to get some more
Got you in your feelings, all emotional
Oooh yeah
My love, my love
My love
So good, so good, so good, so good
So good
You know my love is
Yeah
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is

Rick Ross – I Think She Like Me (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Posted on January 28, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
This the fliest shit ever
This that rich forever part 2
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Layin’ in my bed, I’m under these gold chandeliers
Can’t say too many names in here these kinda years
Night sweaters and these icy diamonds on my wrist
Ice cube lookin’ nigga, you know life a bitch
I once got no allowance, now I got the crown
I said I was the boss, nobody made a sound
Really had to see them things, this level story tellin’
Who else could flip a chorus into 40 million
Out in Cannes with Leonardo DiCaprio
While out on bond, pray I go to trial rapido
8 felonies, tellin’ me wanna give me life
Every nut I bust really, gotta do it twice
Ricky Ronaldo, really when I’m in Portugal
I pull a yacht out this weekend, I’m fuckin’ so and so
Cameras flash, paparazzi layin’ in the grass
Tom Brady my new nig but you can tell ’em that

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her nigga don’t like me
With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be
Sippin’ this right now, yeah, we might be
Might hit her from the back, let her ride me
Girl, you never meet another nigga like me
Girl, you never meet another man like me

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I’m sexin’ women, I don’t fish her out
I gas her up and let her lick me down
I may name my daughter Hermes
Get my jeweler to decorate the new birds nest
20 million up in Merrill Lynch
I met his chick, he haven’t seen her since
Through the city, I’m still floatin’ like a magic carpet
She stop me for a selfie, I just want the knowledge
It’s special once you thinkin’ send your kids to college
Or be a geechi nigga just to keep the Bentley polished
Do it for the dear departed, fuck up Ben Carson
And [?], you made a nigga a target
Only one that’s smokin’ up in Goldman Sachs
When I’m the only one that’s rollin’ like a quarter back
And I never put it in my government
‘Cause I never put on for the government

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her nigga don’t like me
With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be
Sippin’ this Sprite now, yeah, we might be
Might hit her from the back, let her ride me
‘Cause you never meet another nigga like me
Girl, you never meet another man like me

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
You caught the case, you gotta post a bond
I’m rathful lemon mixed with young Wale, Folarin
Starin’ in my safe, I’m rather safe than sorry
Diddy, Jigga, only two niggas comin’ for me
I park the caddy in my livin’ room
Pussy niggas lookin’ for me, I’ma give it to him
Santorini, Greece, sex in the swimmin’ pool
If her pussy dry, call her beetle juice
I’m baby makin’ in the Malvides
Put up all the yachts, pulled out the jet skis
Khaled hit me on the FaceTime
I’m the fliest nigga on his bassline
She see the sneakers and she see the stones
Fat boy run the city, seated in the throne
I’m cashin’ in like the Kardashians
My paralysed homie snuck a ratchet in

PnB Rock – Hanging Up My Jersey (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Posted on January 10, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1 : PnB Rock]
I’m just keeping it a hunnit’
Girl fuck a fifty
I need a bad bitch who loyal and ain’t too mixy for me
Need a jawn to help me count this paper
I need a real chick with no filter on and no makeup
Cause I done been around the world
Fucked a bunch of girls
Yeah they talk that cuffing shit
But they all be with the shits
Yeah I done been around the world
Fucked a bunch of girls
But now I’m in a different space
Tired of all these bitches in my face

[Pre-Hook : PnB Rock]
So shawty will you act cause I’m around
I’m hanging up my jersey for you
When I find you Imma lock you down

[Hook : PnB Rock]
Right now
I’m right down my side of town
I’m high as hell
You fly as hell
You hold me down
Imma hold you down
I couldn’t run this shit the way I really wanted
But Imma run it up regardless
And having you here is better
That’s the truth
Right now
I’m right down my side of town
I’m high as hell
You fly as hell
You hold me down
Imma hold you down too
Couldn’t run this shit the way I really wanted
But if you really need me
Shawty please believe me
Know that I’ll always be there for you

[Verse 2 : Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl I bought a 911 and a new crib
I need a bad bitch to ride passenger
When I drive that shit
And she might tell me Dolla slow down, but she gone take that dick
She gonna take that D for Dolla
Cause I done been around the world
Fucked a lot of girls
Yeah they talk that cuffing shit
But still be with the shit
I done been around the world
Fucked a bunch of girls
But now I’m in a different space
Tired of all these bitches in my face

[Pre-Hook : PnB Rock]
So shawty will you act cause I’m around
I’m hanging up my jersey for you
When I find you Imma lock you down

[Verse 3 : PnB Rock]
I don’t really want to do nothing
Back then I ain’t do cuffin’
I was really on some savage shit
Out there looking for the baddest bitch
Once I hit it I was dashing quick
Fuck and duck I might’ve mastered it
Now I’m feeling like I changed now
Need a girl to be my main now
So where you been
Cause I’m looking for you
Got some plans and they all for you
I got bands and they all for you
Real nigga I’m just trynna spoil you
Want some sex but I know it’s more to you
Fuck your ex I could do more for you girl
I’m so tired of chasing these hoes
Can’t wait to call someone my own

[Hook : PnB Rock]
Right now
I’m right down my side of town
I’m high as hell
You fly as hell
You hold me down
Imma hold you down
I couldn’t run this shit the way I really wanted
But Imma run it up regardless
And having you here is better
Thats the truth
Right now
I’m right down my side of town
I’m high as hell
You fly as hell
You hold me down
Imma hold you down too
Couldn’t run this shit the way I really wanted
But if you really need me
Shawty please believe me
Know that I’ll always be there for you

PnB Rock feat. Ty Dolla $ign – Hanging Up My Jersey Lyrics

Posted on January 10, 2017 by Azlyrics

(Verse 1 – PnB Rock)
I’m just keeping it a hunnitg
Girl f**k a fifty
I need a bad bi**h who loyal and ain’t too mixy for me
Need a jawn to help me count this paper
I need a real chick with no filter on and no makeup
Cause I done been around the world
F**ked a bunch of girls
Yeah they talk that cuffing s**t
But they all be with the s**ts
Yeah I done been around the world
F**ked a bunch of girls
But now I’m in a different space
Tired of all these bi**hes in my face

(Pre Chorus – PnB Rock)
So shawty will you act cause I’m around
I’m hanging up my jersey for you
When I find you Imma lock you down

(Chorus – PnB Rock)
Right now
I’m right down my side of town
I’m high as hell
You fly as hell
You hold me down
Imma hold you down
I couldn’t run this s**t the way I really wanted
But Imma run it up regardless
And having you here is better
That’s the truth
Right now
I’m right down my side of town
I’m high as hell
You fly as hell
You hold me down
Imma hold you down too
Couldn’t run this s**t the way I really wanted
But if you really need me
Shawty please believe me
Know that I’ll always be there for you

(Verse 2 – Ty Dolla $ign)
Girl I bought a 911 and a new crib
I need a bad bi*h to ride passenger
When I drive that s**t
And she might tell me Dolla slow down, but she gone take that d**k
She gonna take that D for Dolla
Cause I done been around the world
Fucked a lot of girls
Yeah they talk that cuffing s**t
But still be with the s**t
I done been around the world
F**ked a bunch of girls
But now I’m in a different space
Tired of all these bi**hes in my face

(Pre Chorus – PnB Rock)
So shawty will you act cause I’m around
I’m hanging up my jersey for you
When I find you Imma lock you down

(Verse 3 – PnB Rock)
I don’t really want to do nothing
Back then I ain’t do cuffing
I was really on some savage s**t
Out there looking for the baddest bi**h
Once I hit it I was dashing quick
F**k and d**k I might’ve mastered it
Now I’m feeling like I changed now
Need a girl to be my main now
So where you been
Cause I’m looking for you
Got some plans and they all for you
I got bands and they all for you
Real ni**a I’m just trynna spoil you
Want some sex but I know it’s more to you
F**k your ex I could do more for you girl
I’m so tired of chasing these hoes
Can’t wait to call someone my own

(Chorus – PnB Rock)
Right now
I’m right down my side of town
I’m high as hell
You fly as hell
You hold me down
Imma hold you down
I couldn’t run this s**t the way I really wanted
But Imma run it up regardless
And having you here is better
Thats the truth
Right now
I’m right down my side of town
I’m high as hell
You fly as hell
You hold me down
Imma hold you down too
Couldn’t run this s**t the way I really wanted
But if you really need me
Shawty please believe me
Know that I’ll always be there for you

The Americanos – In My Foreign (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Lil Yachty, Nicky Jam & French Montana)

Posted on January 7, 2017 by Azlyrics

Do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
We can turn up the radio, we ain’t got no place to go
Girl do you wanna ride?

Fo’ sho’ she wanna ride, fo’ sho’ she wanna slide
Fo’ sho’ we gettin’ sauced, fo’ sho’ we gettin’ high
Pull up swaggin’, hop out the wagon
Suckers gonna hate but the ladies wanna brag
What you say? What you say? What you say?
Whole team faded like Jordan with the J
Cradle to the grave, NY to the Bay
Millions in the bank and the hunnids in the safe
Ain’t nothing to a G baby
Foreign sitting low, climb out the V baby
Haan, ain’t nothing to a G baby
Foreign sitting low climb out the V baby

Girl it feels like Saturday, everyday
I’m smoking loud and feeling so high
I’m rolling good through my hood
Getting lit like the 4th of July
(I got that exotic that you probably can’t afford
We be going up like them burger fly gold
We ain’t got no problems ’cause we counting all this cash
Got a lot of head with her metro on the dash)

You should bring your homie, I’ll bring one too
I know you like the spotlight, so let me introduce you
Just me and you parked up at the top looking at the view
So many things that we could do, drive with me and never lose
Do you wanna ride in my foreign, get your red-bottom heels, no Jordans
I know your ex-boyfriend was hella boring
Now we skirting 130, no snoring