Tag: AJ

Iggy Azalea – Brazil Lyrics

[Intro]
Scalez, that’s a Scalez track
Ayy, tell ’em run it back
AJ ruin everything, he in here

[Verse 1]
Paid for this body and none of it’s cheap
I heard your song, now I’m goin’ to sleep
Boys in my yard, but this ain’t from Kelis
Look at my cars you, see nothin’ on lease
Look, I’m showin’ my cards how I play with a King
Heard they was sleepin’, I’m breakin’ the dream
Closin’ a deal while you makin’ a meme
Superstar status, I stay in the Hills
Light hundred thousand to play in some heels
Festival season, I’m out in Brazil
See that I’m hot and I ain’t got no chill, uh, yeah
Mercedes the Benz and I park on the curb
Your man wanna pitch, but I’m tossin a curve
The way that I live, you might call it absurd

[Chorus]
I got it
All I got is these racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out, I’m feelin’ erotic
Hear my accent, he think I’m exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest bitch up in the party
For real, I got it
All I got is these racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out, I’m feelin’ erotic
Hear my accent, he think I’m exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest bitch up in the party

[Post-Chorus]
I’m showin’ my cards how I play with a King
Heard they was sleepin’, I’m breakin’ the dream
Closin’ a deal while you makin’ a meme
Superstar status, I stay in the Hills
Light hundred thousand to play in some heels
Festival season, I’m out in Brazil
Festival season, I’m out in Brazil

[Verse 2]
I’m a fantasy, you a tragedy
And I’m rich, that’s some shit that you will never be
This a movie, I’m somethin’ they wanna see
Had a baby, bounced back like I’m twenty-three
I had millions on millions at twenty-three
Think it’s funny that someone could fuck with me
Talkin’ down the whole time they look up to me
Y’all my children, I skipped out on custody
Take my time, ain’t no rushin’ me, haters in love with me
Faces is ugly, bitches is mad
I worked at a store, I still get to the bag
A cover star magazine, look at my ass, ooh (Ass, ass)
I’m the front page
Take a shot, wait, it’s a pump fake
Checkers or chess?
Don’t play with the best or, bitch, you end up a mess (Uh)

[Chorus]
I got it
All I got is these racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out, I’m feelin’ erotic
Hear my accent, he think I’m exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest bitch up in the party
For real, I got it
All I got is these racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out, I’m feelin’ erotic
Hear my accent, he think I’m exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest bitch up in the party

[Post-Chorus]
I’m showin’ my cards how I play with a King
Heard they was sleepin’, I’m breakin’ the dream
Closin’ a deal while you makin’ a meme
Superstar status, I stay in the Hills
Light hundred thousand to play in some heels
Festival season, I’m out in Brazil
Festival season, I’m out in Brazil

[Outro]
I got it
I got it
I got it
Festival season, I’m out in Brazil
Brazil
Out in Brazil
I got it
Festival season, I’m out in Brazil

AJ Tracey – Red & Green Lyrics

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[Chorus]
I got these bitches in check (Check)
I got this drink and it’s red (Red)
I’m in Margiela, it’s green (Green)
All of these VV’s on me (On me)
I put Visvim on my feet (Feet)
I need to win for my team (Team)
Everything red and it’s green (Green)
Everything red and it’s green (Green)
I got these bitches in check (Check)
I got this drink and it’s red (Red)
I’m in Margiela, it’s green (Green)
All of these VV’s on me (On me)
I put Visvim on my feet (Feet)
I need to win for my team (Team)
Everything red and it’s green (Green)
Everything red and it’s green (Green)

[Verse 1]
My Cuban and pinky yellow
Better, for the cash changin’ the weather
I just cashed out in Margiela
I put that Raf on my feet and put Rick on my sweater
I pull out the mall ’cause I’ma go get
This V on my skeleton jacket, it’s leather
I’m like her boyfriend but better, huh
I’m like her boyfriend but better, huh, yeah
My blicky is wet like it’s Ferg (Ferg)
Ten for L fuck what you heard (You heard)
Tony Hawk down on the curb (Skrrr)
Your girl give me brain, she a nerd (Hey)
I got art on my head like I’m Bari (Bari)
Fucked your lil’ bitch, I won’t say that I’m sorry (Nah)
I live in London so basic is Mozzy
I need the Bugatti to swap with this ‘Rari (Vroom)
My girl Balenci’ forever (Forever)
I’m changin’ life for the better (Better)
I’ma walk down on whoever (Who?)
I’ma walk down on whatever
I can’t feel ill and this rent made me better
I’m AJ the GOAT, I’m out chasing the feta
AP and bling but I’m still a jet-setter
I’m covered in water but my bitch is wetter (Trace-o)

[Chorus]
I got these bitches in check (Check)
I got this drink and it’s red (Red)
I’m in Margiela, it’s green (Green)
All of these VV’s on me (On me)
I put Visvim on my feet (Feet)
I need to win for my team (Team)
Everything red and it’s green (Green)
Everything red and it’s green (Green)
I got these bitches in check (Check)
I got this drink and it’s red (Red)
I’m in Margiela, it’s green (Green)
All of these VV’s on me (On me)
I put Visvim on my feet (Feet)
I need to win for my team (Team)
Everything red and it’s green (Green)
Everything red and it’s green (Green)

[Verse 2]
Dreaded my cup and inside of my car
Said I won’t pop now she poppin’ the bra
She ask for love, I just hit her with nah
Brodie make wishes, he shootin’ the stars (Boom)
I get so turnt I be losin’ my mind (Mind)
Hoes in the bulletproof cruisin’ behind (Vroom)
She said “come I hit it again I don’t mind” (Hmm)
I done one hit and she lost her behind
Bitch tried to play me, I left her behind (Bye)
Stripper pole yatties go get on the grind (Yeah)
I run it up, run it back and rewind
I run it up, run it back and rewind
You tried to cop this new Raf got declined
Chanels I placed on my face got me blind
No record deal, I ain’t locked into buying
Clarity, check my chain see what you find (Bling, bling, blaow)

[Chorus]
I got these bitches in check (Check)
I got this drink and it’s red (Red)
I’m in Margiela, it’s green (Green)
All of these VV’s on me (On me)
I put Visvim on my feet (Feet)
I need to win for my team (Team)
Everything red and it’s green (Green)
Everything red and it’s green (Green)
I got these bitches in check (Check)
I got this drink and it’s red (Red)
I’m in Margiela, it’s green (Green)
All of these VV’s on me (On me)
I put Visvim on my feet (Feet)
I need to win for my team (Team)
Everything red and it’s green (Green)
Everything red and it’s green (Green)

Not3s – One More Time Lyrics

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[Intro: Not3s]
(Remedee, Remedee)
We live that life where we ain’t gotta check the price
She catch real spice when her hands tangled in my ice
I seen your man he’s out here trying to earn some stripes
Come hit me one more time, baby hit me one more time

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
Yo, look
Diligent (Yeah), rain on mix I’m militant (Militant)
The girls wanna grab me imminent (Let’s go)
Tell Big Steve get rid of them (Bored)
Thick thighs and her skin tones cinnamon (Woi, woi)
All my opponents I’m billin’ them (Bye)
Promoters want me for a headline? (Me?)
I’ma need a quarter, minimum (Quarter)
Yeah, element (Element), drink in my hand that’s element (Let’s go)
Go check the stats I’m tellin’ them (Wavy)
First weeks not 10k bro you’re irrelevant
Don’t follow rules, I’m a renegade (See ya)
Mix Magnum with my lemonade (Drink it)
I do not date, I’ll serenade (I don’t)
I’m around sauce like Ella Mai
AJ came through with the army (Let’s go, let’s go)
But we don’t beef for punani
Big back, barbie (Barbie)
Foreign (Foreign), farthy (Vroom)
Had to put spikes on my Carti (Bling)
When from a push bike to a Rari (Blaow)
Went from a ridgeback to a Lambo (Vroom)
I’m around whips like Django (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Pre-Chorus: Not3s]
We live that life where we ain’t got to check the price
She catch real spice when her hands tangled in my ice
I seen your man he’s out here trying to earn some stripes
Come hit me one more time (One more), baby hit me one more time (One more time)

[Chorus: Not3s]
One more time, baby, hit me one more time (Come hit me, hit me)
One more time, baby, hit me one more time (Come hit me, hit me)
One more time, baby, hit me one more time (Come hit me, hit me)
No you ain’t mine but come hit me one more time

[Verse 2: Not3s]
Not3s and AJ mash up the board like Jordan and Scottie Pippen (Pippen)
Savage the left and baddin’ the right and they play their positions (Position)
She got blood on her heels, not an ordinary Christian
Got my ish in her throat, in her chest I keep on diggin’
In the islands where we’re hittin’
Making P’s, while overseas where the temperature is risen
Push pendant always driven
They pree guys want mine, girls want me, all of my ladies saucy
Like Lori Harvey, ain’t one typical shorty, uh

[Pre-Chorus: Not3s]
We live that life where we ain’t got to check the price (Check the price)
She catch real spice when her hands tangled in my ice (Ice)
I seen your man he’s out here trying to earn some stripes
Come hit me one more time (One more), baby hit me one more time (One more time, one more)
[Chorus: Not3s]
One more time, baby, hit me one more time (Come hit me, hit me)
One more time, baby, hit me one more time (Come hit me, hit me)
One more time, baby, hit me one more time (Come hit me, hit me)
No you ain’t mine but come hit me one more time