Dark Fantasy lyrics - Tory Lanez
[Justin Vernon & Teyana Taylor:]
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
[Tory Lanez:]
They like who's that nigga inside of the two door
Whip doors like the inside of a fruit bowl
Oh your flow lukewarm
Nigga my dough too long
I ain't gotta buy it I'm surviving off of coupons
Who the best?
So who the fuck is it
And if it ain't me
Then who fuck is it?
A section with some bottles, and not too much in it
Nowadays it's all it takes for us to fuck bitches
So let's get a drink on
My heart is filled, mink on
Money filled something like I just took Brink's home
What's longer my money or my link on
I'm navigating women I don't even drive a Lincoln
I shine so bright you woulda swore I had pink on
Neck so froze like I got the roller rink on
As far as your mouth goes you need to put a pint on
'Cause all I hear is run, run, running like the sink on
Damn
[Justin Vernon, Teyana Taylor (Tory Lanez):]
Can we get much higher? Yes we can So high
(Why yes, why yes Oh, oh, oh Why yes we can get higher)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Look)
[Tory Lanez:]
Spent a [?] and women we get between 'em
And keep 'em here for the weekend, Australian, Puerto Rican
Do more than freakin' but more to speak when they exploring why my aura beacon
For this season is more glorious than all the deacons
Still notorious nigga she call me Morpheus
And we ain't have to grind our choice 'cause they was forcing us
Still the voice of the poorest of all the poorest
It's getting green like a forest and enemies can't ignore it
And my engine gets so loud a nigga just gotta floor it
I got more than a Ford Explorer to explore it
And I'm out with a Lauren, it's South for Ralph Lauren
And the game nearly died I put mouth to mouth on it
Meet my meat come put your scalp on it
I don't vouch on it I could throw a house on it
Make a nigga money get low letharge on it
It's me and three bitches bitch you might as well join it, yeah
[Justin Vernon, Teyana Taylor (Tory Lanez):]
Can we get much higher? (Fly Fresco baby) So high
(What's poppin' Jay) Oh, oh, oh (Harlem what's good baby)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Can we get much higher? (It's the movement) So high
(Time is money) Oh, oh, oh (Yeah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Canada all the way baby, one hunnid)
[Tory Lanez:]
Mr. Peterson January 1st
I'm taking over
Niggas already know the time
Fly Fresco
Fresco know we gettin' the best though
What's poppin' Ciravo
Making my vocals sound so nice
Black And Yellow lyrics - Tory Lanez
This is a DJ Ill Will world premiere
Canada
Yeah
And you know what it is
T-O-R-O-N-T-O and I rep C-A-N-A-D-A (Canada)
Yeah
And you know what it is
T-O-R-O-N-T-O and I rep C-A-N-A-D-A (Canada)
Yeah
And you know what it is
T-O-R-O-N-T-O and I rep C-A-N-A-D-A (Canada)
And you know what it is
T-O-R-O-N-T-O and I rep C-A-N-A-D-A (Canada)
Press go
Black and yellow
Drove from the West Coast, Sacramento
I'm European limousining you in back of rentals
11 pm tell them women meet me at Valeno
I-I-I-I'm pulling in
I said my bitches loud
So much bitches that we gotta kick some bitches out
Big ballin' boy I'm tryna get them big amounts
Haters tryna ride, find a different route
Bet anywhere I'm stepping I'ma put it down
So if you ain't like me then then you shouldn't now
My boss Lil B, it's really cookin' out
Louis when I call good lookin' now (Swavey)
Turnt out, club burning
On the freeway when the block dirty
Two seater, somethin' purty
Motherfuck the cops and I'm ridin' dirty
We pop pop poppin' in the forty five
I fade back like Jordan with the 45 (Sway)
You know I'm here, I'm straight stuntin'
Got your girl gettin' wetter than late runnin'
I-I-I don't ask
I take money
And got these fake fake niggas tryna take from me
And to any woman that wanna say I'm ugly
I fuck bitches, I make money
I'm underrated double doors double plated
I pay it double time and you be under payment
Who-who-who're you tatted up sucker hatin'
Get your face slapped and buried under pavement, nigga
Canada
Yeah
And you know what it is
T-O-R-O-N-T-O and I rep C-A-N-A-D-A (Canada)
Yeah
And you know what it is
T-O-R-O-N-T-O and I rep C-A-N-A-D-A (Canada)
Yeah
And you know what it is
T-O-R-O-N-T-O and I rep C-A-N-A-D-A (Canada)
Yeah
And you know what it is
T-O-R-O-N-T-O and I rep C-A-N-A-D-A
Yeah
Gettin' money, uh
Time is Mulah ENT
Yeah
Fly Fresco
And you know what time it is
Mr. Peterson, January 1st
I'ma shut this whole shit down, yeah
Canada
Miss Me lyrics - Tory Lanez
Yeah
DJ Ill Will
OK and startin' off the record I be fresher than you ever are
If I leave your girl tonight I bet she'll be forever scarred
Yeah my engine purrin' and her permit with an extra R
I walk in the room and got your woman on in extra awe
She ain't never felt this way before
I only go to eat out got a beach house by the shore
And we out with our feet out bumpin' me now that's for sure
And we out VIP now King of Diamonds got these whores
I'm a [?] and you haters knee high
How your money long if it ain't longer than my Levis
Shawty let my man in baby we can call you Eli
If you niggas claiming that you hot I'm Costa Rica
Sayin' that I'm young and just amazing
And no I ain't the greatest
To say that I'm that greatest is a fucking understatement
I guess I'm fucking underrated but I'm never under payment
But some heffers love to claim that this the freshest they done seen me nigga
Yeah, aight nigga yeah
Hate a nigga shinin' with these diamonds in my ear (Bling)
Her ass way thicker than the tires in the rear (I know)
My flight arrive at 9 and I feel flyer than a Lear
I got my nigga [?], my nigga [?]
She asked me what I wanted
I say "Give me the works"
She call my nigga Jay, she love that nigga Rimes
And we just love to see her 'cause we hit it every time
You mad because your baddest chick is probably just a 9
My money is so 3-6-0 it's never in a line
I get so much green I feel like I live in a vine
I eat the instrumental up like it was dinner time
You ain't talking to a nigga like me though
Grind like Nino
Women know a nigga hard to find like Nemo
Ask me why I do it, I do it for the T.O
Coming through and get your Jackson no Tito
Ladies put your flyest stuff it on me
All my niggas hit the floor poppin' bottles of Patrón
You know it's a celebration 'cause they keep the Henny on you know we gon' get it on
And we gon' throw some cash up in the air
We just celebrate the fact we here
'Cause it could've been worse, so cop that Mr. Peterson on January 1st
Yeah
And I'ma do it to 'em like that every time baby
Yeah
Canada
You know me
Hot Toddy lyrics - Tory Lanez
They call me T Lanez, copy
T Lanez copy
January 1st you better get your copy
Mr. Peterson
DJ Ill Will
Look
Hot toddy, ya mama in the lobby
Girl I'ma kill that body 'til they're calling it a hobby
They treat me like a god but ain't calling me Muhammad
See you might be an artist that don't mean that we platonic
Oh, my chain rocky got me feeling like the Onyx
I chauffeur to the telly to show her some new Ebonics
So we at the telly she tell me she really on it
I told her 'bout her jelly and to let me behind it
I told her "Give me brain," she started thinking beyond it
She told me let's be honest oh really then let's be honest
And then her friend walked in, damn that's ironic
The bottoms of exotic it's gotta make it erotic
Mama shake it for papi, I'm probably making your body
Make it crazy erotic to saddle up their variety
Passenger promised [?] soon as I get up inside of that drive it like a Bugatti and game it like an Atari it's toddy
Lanez baby
Yeah
Uh, Fresco now we gettin' the best though
Time is Money and ain't shit funny nigga
Yeah
Better go cop that Mr. Peterson come January 1st, 2011
We gon' shut it down, uh
DJ Rockstar
Shout out to my nigga Jay
Shawn what's good my nigga
Kirk what's poppin'
Yuni, Dave, Rimes what's up
Uh
We gon' do it real live baby
Mark my words
I'ma take over the world
Canada
You are now in tune
With your wifey favorite DJ
DJ Ill Will
DJ Rockstar
All I Want Is You lyrics - Tory Lanez
Uh
I know we separated baby
Let me ask you one question though
I said "Who am I?"
"Baby, what are you and I?"
We used to be suicide do or die
Never knew it that a newer guy, you would find
I figured I was on to the next one
But my heart, it was hard to forget one
Regrettin' every scar that I left, uh
I feel 'em when I pause, and the stress come
I was really in love with this girl, like
But keep it on some real shit
You was somebody that a brother could really deal with
The only woman I could chill with, and really chill with
Instead of tryna hit it real quick, real spit
Feel it
I guess I couldn't see it comin'
It's like a bill from the cab when the meter runnin'
I'm still feelin like I'm needin your lovin
Up in this race, girl you're keepin' me runnin'
But, fuck it, uh
I guess the lovin' is gone
Go with him but he ain't never gonna love you as strong
You, you, could never tell me that the lovin' was wrong
'Cause we both know that it took us to above and beyond
I, I, I'm still thinkin' that you must be the one
Look how you got me fucked up, look at what we become
But I ain't trippin' 'cause I knew that you done done what you done
And every relationship gotta be done when it's done, and I know
Sometimes I think, what if I was wrong?
Would I be sittin' here, writing out this song?
I know that sometimes I may have been wrong
But you gotta forgive me, yeah yeah
And I know that we both done made some mistakes
When I face it
All I want is you, you, you, you, you
Now that you're gone, ay
All I want is you, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
Hey girl
All I want is you, you, you, you, you
Do, do, do, do, do, do
Don't leave me hangin' babe
Girl I need you
All I need is you, oh
Babe
And Mr. Peterson drops
January 1st, 2011
Make sure you got that tape
It's gon' be a classic
So classic
Super High lyrics - Tory Lanez
Maybach Music
Uh
What up Shawn
Mr. 1 Verse Killah
Maybach Music
Uh
I see you Trav
Yeah, uh
You know, I'm repping hard for my town
Canada
Maybach Music
That's right, yeah
I won't proceed to talk shit until the beat come in
I mean I'm swavey like that I can do it
Maybach Music
DJ Ill Will
Look, uh
Emblem on my chain
Me I'm feeling myself but they mami feeling the same
Chain gleaming bumpin' the dang grease up in the lane
Line 'em up Versace lenses probably got mami watching
Jacob tick and tockin' and got all of these women jockin'
Ladies said I'ma figure so we could split up the profit
Bottles full of Xans it's second before it hits the bottom
And all of my whips is foreign before the Murciélago
Tourin', trees orange where I be at
I'll open in the slopes lil' homie you ain't see the ski hat
Said that they lock it down this is where I put the key at
When I step in your town brother you know where to be at
Man I been in a daze I need a second to recap
I gave my girl a 2 am my boo brought me a 3 back
We sippin' on that ooey truly sag on my Nike bag
Losers be needin' Louis for you to get your wifey back
They say that every beat action got a reaction
I just need a Lamborghini for me to relax in
Take that Em up out the dash put that Relapse in
Made a hit up now I sit up in that C-class Benz
Man we livin' the good life
We came from them hood nights
To goin' to them dinners with the women we should wife
Them black cards when I'm at the stars I should swipe
I'm out with two twins man they look like lookalikes
I just might took a flight
I look like lookin' right
Serial killer ladies lookin' for me [?] tonight
That Superman kush lookin' for me the Kryptonite
Make a filet mignon just as long as you're cookin' right
DJ Rockstar
What it lookin' like?
Uh
Uh, Canada
It's Mr. Peterson baby (Maybach Music)
January 1st
We gon' murder the world
We gon' murder the blogs
We gon' murder everything
Time is Mulah (Maybach Music)
Worldstar I see you
Yeah, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Aight I think that's enough of me hearing my voice
Maybach Music
Speaking Tongues lyrics - Tory Lanez (feat. N-R.I.M.E)
DJ Ill Will
[Tory Lanez:]
Hello baby I'm on
Yellow when the vise on
And I got money longer than the horizon
Got a big plane your baby mama can fly on
I ain't got time even in another time zone (DJ Rockstar)
Online I grind ho
Offline my grind go, hard like the horns on a rhino
I'm so hot shawty you can call me Spyro
Bottom of the pot baby you can call me Milo
I go in the five O 6-speed fly ho 6 breeze
'Bout to 'bout to poke it all in her
Swiss cheese money that a girl can't believe
Ripley's hang me on the wall like a star with a crisp T
Yeah, your girl sittin' in my knapsack
I be at the dealer doing numbers like cat stacks
All chicks said they love a young black lad
Rubbin' on my ugh like it came with a track pad
Be in the lot, be in the lot doing donuts
Anytime a nigga hit the spot make 'em go nuts
Mama wanna hop up in the drop, so what
Oh she with her friend, let 'em in ring 'em both up
Uh, blow me like a stick of nicotine
It's the mean mister bet your girl'll let me in between
Like I'm tryna intervene, I ain't tryna intervene
Tryna hit your inner spleen harder than a figurine
Cîroc poppin' what's poppin', ugh
My top droppin' what's flockin'
I rock bodies like a nigga pop lockin'
And my crib is set up like the car they shot Pac in
Uh, what's the numbers I can lock in
It's like Christmas all my women got stockings
Uh, have something I have stocks in
I told them get the money so they only date stocks men
What's good and it's goody
Hit the outlet what jeans which hoodie
Day 'n' Nite baller call him Kid Cudi
Anywhere I go the buzz with me like Woody
Yeah, Fly Fres nigga (Canada)
[N-Rimes:]
Yeah
[?] blind nigga we sicker than [?] slime
Ready guys
Look, uh
LRG designs all my back pockets
The bright sides to slop what I stash profit
Bad broads is on deck her ass proper
Have her sing high notes like she sing opera
Block frizzy T-city we getting busy
My brother we getting cheddar so women be getting frisky
40 on deck I'm sippin' it oh yes and ripping this song bless the killah the don next
The bottle I gotta go off to the models and walk to the condo
Picking combos of chickens like I got a McDonald's
Like which chick hit look at me possibly I don't know
I'm the hottest out the dark so they honor the title
Sicker than the sickest bigger than the biggest and I'm flyer than the birds while you swimming with the fishes
Flowing like the wind in the winter I'm a winner, shawty know the paper proper I'ma stick her
Liquor in my system got me chillin' like a blizzard
'Til I'm 'bout to give her DC like I'm wizard
I don't smoke but my TV lighting swishers
Brother you can never see me I am iller
Better is a heap of 'em, seeing the season I'm finna ether them
The heat is needed breath it to each of them
See it's neither easy for your sweet to eat a beat where your greeted please the people keep it lethal spit the B-note
That's killer raps
Read the chips, casinos my figures stacked
Peep the wrist it's really cold, Jackson
See the fish brother Tito
Leave you with a damn scarred face like Pacino, what's really good
My Blackberry keepin' me stacked very the various plans vary from business to slamming Carey
Hillson at Hilton I'm feeling for top ceiling
Watch 'cause it's how I'm finna cop like a villain
Props to Locs to support the flock
Fresco be the jock open the door's locked
Let's go hit the spot like the women I rock
And spend dough that we're tricking for guap
N-Rimes
Let's get it
Aston Martin Music lyrics - Tory Lanez
Um, you know when I get my Aston Martin
I'll be in there, seats on recline, bad bitch in the passenger
Spliff burning with Matesa on, you feel me?
Lay back, just cruise
[Chrisette Michele {Tory Lanez}:]
Riding to the music, this is how we do it (all night), all night
{1 Verse Killah}
Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride
Just me and my boss, no worries at all {Uh, Canada}
Listening to the Aston Martin Music, Music
[Drake (Tory Lanez):]
Would've came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I can't it let it go (yeah)
Whether that's right I will never know
But here goes nothing
Uh, everybody saying remember me
But where the hell is y'all memories?
I'm searching through walls of my membrane
It's insane, I'm entertainin' the big names
Through diamond, silver lining on my big frames
Niggas stressin' all I'm seeing through the Oakleys
Shit depressin', so we investing to blow trees
Had a dream I was chillin' in the OC
Then I landed out in Cali where they woke me
Discrete mumbles, from summer to street jungle
Voice from my uncle he tell me to keep humble
But at times I slip into deep wonder
Would they show they support in the event that my feet stumble?
See, when you already on, it's harder to say shit
Like the feelin' when you dazed and caught in amazement
Girls gotta stay separate from all of your statements
'Cause for the most part, hoes want a part of the payment
I'm relaxing in the Rolls Royce
Getting money 'cause I give these hoes no choice
I'm all alone in my box, blunt burnin' in the zone with my thots, wait
[Tory Lanez:]
Sometimes a nigga change for the money
Ladies that love me and all of these whips I roll
But buying all the dollars, so why would I holla?
Tryna put my pockets on swole
And I ain't got no time, no-no time (I ain't got no time)
I just got memories, oh no-no, yeah
(And I just got the memories, yeah)
[Chrisette Michele:]
Riding to the music, this is how we do it (all night), all night
Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride
Just me and my boss, no worries at all
Listening to the Aston Martin Music, Music
[Drake (Tory Lanez):]
(Uh, Mr. Peterson, January 1st, 0-11)
Would've came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the
Light Up lyrics - Tory Lanez
One time, who am I? 1 Verse Killah
Once more, once more, 1 Verse Killah
Want beef, front door, no one's realer
Who am I? Who am I? 1 Verse Killah
One time, who am I? 1 Verse Killah
Once more, once more, 1 Verse Killah
Want beef, front door, no one's realer
Who am I? Who am I? 1 Verse Killah
Welcome to my dungeon
This is where I'm placing your frame in case you was wonderin'
Niggas getting comfortable too comfortable thinking I won't come up on some other shit, nigga you on some other shit
Heavenly grace so I never forsake the covenant
Though I'm hotter than the covers that you covered with
Still the youngest muh'flocka in the building
And if it ain't the flight then it's probably not appealing
My top ceiling got that ceiling to fill in we in the middle with the dealing just grillin'
So talk and to pop pill in your ceiling it's something close like it's really your feeling
What's going on with the game don't nobody keep it real now
Crooked straight playing up on the deal now
Look how niggas done got you in the field now
Now they slaving your ass you gotta kill now
Huh, lucky I got up on some smarter shit
I always kept it 300 on some Sparta shit
I never let a nigga sway me on no offer shit
I'm really coming for the game I want all of it
More money more problems
Boy I'm getting out Gore money Obama
Tour money oh nigga more drama
More records more checks more commas
One time, who am I? 1 Verse Killah
Once more, once more, 1 Verse Killah
Want beef, front door, no one's realer
Who am I? Who am I? 1 Verse Killah
One time, who am I? 1 Verse Killah (Yeah)
Once more, once more, 1 Verse Killah (Ahhh)
Want beef, front door, no one's realer (Yeah)
Who am I? Who am I? 1 Verse Killah (Ahhh)
One time, who am I? 1 Verse Killah (Yeah)
Once more, once more, 1 Verse Killah (Ahhh)
Want beef, front door, no one's realer (Yeah)
Who am I? Who am I? 1 Verse Killah (Ahhh)
One time, who am I? 1 Verse Killah (Yeah)
Once more, once more, 1 Verse Killah (Ahhh)
Want beef, front door, no one's realer (Yeah)
Who am I? Who am I? 1 Verse Killah (Ahhh)
One time, who am I? 1 Verse Killah (Yeah)
Once more, once more, 1 Verse Killah (Ahhh)
Want beef, front door, no one's realer (Yeah)
Who am I? Who am I? 1 Verse Killah (Ahhh)
Yeah
C-C-C-C-Canada
My Town Freestyle lyrics - Tory Lanez
Well I'm gonna give you 2 choices
Either you flock or you die
Yeah (Yeah)
Know it's cold out, ahem
Gotta give these niggas a ah
Yeah
Not only do I do it for the city
I do it for the country
I do it for the Flock niggas
Ah, ah, ah, yeah
Maserati, Bugatti, Benz's is on her leg (Yeah)
Bag of luggage, Armani, Fendi, is on the tag
With' 1800, Tequila poppin', safari Jag (ugh)
Haters bluffin', we bring the topics and body bags
And y'all niggas gettin' cheesy like Pizza-nova
Y'all wouldn't kill if you had a ski ho sleepin' over
Presidential suite, she met me when the meetin's over (Yeah)
I'ma be her lawyer and let me beat it for ya
I ain't [?], I don't need Latoya (Yeah)
When you're famous they'll walk the deserts of Egypt for ya
I'm in my Chuck Tay's, [?] a fashion cop
'Cause you can gas yourself 'til your ass gets popped
Walk inside the buildin', leave with half your top (Top)
Smoke it 'til a nigga floatin' like a astronaut
And bitches love to [?], say I'm a fashion drop
I just cover eyes 'til the paparazzi cameras stop
Got the type of swagger, bitches have to stop (Yeah)
You got the type of swag of a laughin' stock
She want a bad boy, well I'ma pass the locks
My hoes apple of the eye, Macintosh (Get it?)
Suede slippers, now niggas is A-listers (Yeah)
We made it nigga, we came from yay flippers (Ugh)
I'm makin' money for a throttle of the bank
How you swimmin' at the bottom of the tank nigga?
Yeah
Yeah bitch
Let's make one thing clear
T-Lanez, TL, whatever you wanna call me
I am not to be [?] with
'Cause I'm probably with your bitch right now
And I got your bitch on my nutsack
Fresco, we out
Say Ahh Freestyle lyrics - Tory Lanez
It's the remix baby
Hahahah, yeah
Tory-mix
Ah, ugh, ah
Ay, ah
Jeval, what it is nigga?
Rimes, you already know what it is
T-Lanez, yeah
Man I'm flyer than a flight that's not delayed
I got bills like a phone that's not prepaid
And you can claim on top, not VJ
Shawty scratch me like my 5 top DJs
I got my sneak's laced pretty like my G's face
Might see Js, Jordans on 'em like a keychain
Please, I'm sleepin' on 'em like my PJs
T-Lanez the shit while these other niggas pee stains
I'ma [?] a star baby, I'ma [?] a Marley
I'ma meet you at the [?] mall I don't give a [?] at all
So open wide baby, I'll give you a billion
You'll say ah like your Christina Million
The alcohol I'm on got me feelin' really gone
I can give you really long D
You can get if from me
If you really want, get it on, spit it on beat
Just leave it 'round 3
And your girl talk shit, she only talk about me
So wait wait wait
Let's really talk about shit
She she she, she be singin' songs, talk 'bout how we get it on
Never been a kill at all, hop into that yellow thong
They think I'm hella wrong the way that I just send 'em home
I'm like [?] gum, I last extra long
These hoes be blowin' me like a saxophone
I ain't muscle-buildin' but them bitches what flex I'm on
I'm like [?] killin' all pedestrians
Hands on your girl like a nigga got extra palms
Extra arms, extra long like an extended song
I could pull a nigga girl like a dresser drawer
And I be killin' nigga's girls with they dresses on
And send the order to the bar, I need extra [?]
They say they drink but a nigga say a extra ah
I'ma like Amario, I get it in, now stretch your jaw
Yeah Trey
Say ah, ah
Love Come Down Freestyle lyrics - Tory Lanez
Flocka dive baby (Flocka dive baby)
Ay Chris they knew we was comin' for this one right?
Hahaha, yeah
[?] what it is nigga, ahuh
Ah (Ah)
Ahuh (Ahuh)
It's definitely a flock year baby
It's the flock years baby
They call me T-Ella man
Girls send a rela-bad
Bet I make you dame, gimme brain like a telepath
Young hella fast, bet I break your love down
You need Tory like water when you bustdown
Please mami, nah I ain't tryna be cuffed down
Young [?] fresh than ever, homie your lucks down
And still niggas feelin' high when they bustdown
So if you ain't like me then I don't give a [?] now
Sick switch and we sippin' Celine Dion
Niggas stack green, the color of green Creon
Bright road chains and jeans is bright neon
That is that shit you'll never see me on
I'm like a young Money, young Gunna, young Sammy
On blunt roll, let a ho take none from me
Dun-dunny better kill me when you come for me
If you don't you'll be in a hole like Bugs Bunny
[?] sunny, this a room full of hoes
Weed sense, smellin' like a room full of Os (Yeah)
Me and your girl in a room on the low
And my smoke in my lungs leave room for my nose
I spit truth tho' so I hope you know
I'ma take your girl on the search, no Google
Yip, I'm 'bout my chips like Bugle
Money, money, money, I am everywhere that you go
Hahaha
Easy
Ah
I'll behave, I'll behave
Hey I told you I was comin' for it man
Hahaha
Flock or die you dumb ho
Hate Freestyle lyrics - Tory Lanez
'Bout 2AM, get it in
Yeah, ugh, Torymix
I'm in my zone bitch
Torymix, ah
I don't even use auto-tune, that's the funny thing, yeah
Look, nigga I'm ballin', bitches, Spalding
This is the flyest nigga spittin'
With the widest bitches
You ain't ever a nigga have all of this shit
I got no stress, your chick, no chest
I make cheese in the process
She watch, Rolex, ugh
Um, I'ma get-get money
All you hater niggas better get-get from me
I could take all of your bitches with this money
I'ma killer, I'ma sadistic with this honey
Yeah, cool [?] from the south
Y'all trash nigga, Oscar the grouch
I could take your skeeze, put her on her knees
Stand on a stool then pull drop in her mouth
Say your girl wack, I'm an asshole
What can I say? I'ma Mac, no Apple
River money, you can call a nigga cash flow
I be slammin' on your girl, no backbone
Uh-uh and my gang so tight
Nigga lames, need shades, so bright
Lately I'm gettin' paid so right
Swallow the balls, give her brains all night
Uh-um, you can run inside your city
I'm on but I'm not Drake
Get the [?] outta my face
With that little brother shit
I am who she [?] with tonight, and it's bedtime
I will never stop, I don't see any red light
Wait, wait, let me catch the beat back
Y'all ain't gotta look inside [?] to see tracks
Y'all ain't need an MCD to relapse
[?] already won, I'ma do my relapse
Sleepin' on haters, I gotta relax
I ain't give a [?] what you thought 'bout me back
When I was nothin'
If I ain't high then I bust somethin', oh wait
Wait, lemme let this bitch breath
I'm done with this shit
I freestyle better than your writtens
All your shit's bitten
And if you talk shit I'ma hit you with that Smith and
Tray what up?
Mixtape comin' out in like a month or so
And this is nothin', I eat up these beats
Easily, I mean easily
Niggas ain't seen me, yeah
Ambitions As A Ridah Freestyle lyrics - Tory Lanez
Yeah, yeah
Keep talkin', females, keep talkin' me
I just keep a bitch cut, meat market, please
Say freeze like fuck it, I'm defrostin', pap
I gets green like Jack and the Beanstalk
And I do them hoes stone cold, Steve Austin
You ain't talkin' 'bout money, then you bluff or cheap talkin'
My team often tell me that we flossin'
Off in G4s, just, yeah, send reinforcements
Got crazy divas in my ish
And my car strapped like it's baby seaters in the whip
I don't play nowadays, bitches treatin' for a trick
Keep it money over bitches, won't repeat it for a chick
Yes, fresh all-white Adidas in the whip
And if you're talkin' 'bout weed then Orangina is my shit
A couple grand for a feature is a bitch
I'd hate to be you but you would love to be this
Peep this G shit, T Lanez, G shit
I bring the wave to them haters, make them haters seasick
All the diamonds legit, all vagina we pick
With your girl in my livin' room playin' WiiFit
Get popped like three zits then shot like three flicks
And my kicks Asian like Kimora Lee's tits, yeah
Tell the waiter she can order me this
We's rich, we don't even act accordingly
It's the Mr. Nigga-Pick-Out-Your-Arteries, bitch
I wish a nigga would try to slaughter me
Follow me, Twitter bitch
If you ain't got it, girl, get it, bitch
Make the bitch make you rich, sorta like that player shit
'Cause nowadays women only wanna play a pimp
They get the major, get paper, then play the pimp
That's why fly by, I be like, "Fuck a bitch"
After I fuck the bitch, I be like, "Fuck the bitch"
I run game, no cutter glitch, somethin' rich
Not tryna fuck, I'm tryna get head from your chick
And real talkin', I don't do it for the people
Fly through it I'm Knievel, Swine Flu, you need a needle
Car doors writin' suicide letters to the people
I ain't cool wit' the eagle, my juice call me beetle
Uh, beat it like I beat the pussy
Here's the heater, nigga, eat it like you eat the pussy
And y'all yappin', y'all never brought a heater to me
So long nappin' if they never brought the sleeper to me
They like, "Aw man, Tory Lanez be that Tarzan"
Pay him four grand, leave him laid up in a far land
Tory garage like a farm, baby, all Lambs
With no mirage, all menage, baby, all them
With no Nicki, nigga, bitches rollin' with me
So much grands in my pants that my pants can't fit me
So dance with me, I'm the black Lance Ricky
'Cause I'm somewhere out in Houston, I ain't talkin' 'bout Whitney
I jam swiftly, baddest bitches can't get me
Now these hoes payin' me to even let them stand with me
Damn it pans out, like highlighters I stand out
Boom, like retirement homes, I bring them grams out
And this is just a verse of what the man's 'bout
So keep talkin', boy the whole shit's planned out
Yup, I ride on 'em like a G2
Plus, I'm the smellin' like the shit, baby P.U
I'm on my P.Q.s, karats look pre-juiced
Grab your chick, yeah, and do the grown shit we do
Yeah, see I'm up ready from the zone, bitch
So, pay me and get murdered on yo' own shit, nigga
Got your bitch in my knapsack
How Low Can You Go lyrics - Tory Lanez
Ah
You at the Flock now baby
Hahaha
Yeah (Yeah)
You know what I mean? She go down (She go down)
I was like "How low can you go?" (Hahaha)
Yeah
Yeah, Flock thot
I'm like "How low can you go?"
Start 5, bench a ho
I say she a cobra then I fold her like an envelope
Me, I'm at your crib, she want do what she ain't did before
I'm like [?] that other shit
Yeah, low what an [?] dome
That Indiana Jones
I got them hoes to actually look like they camera posed
And they get lower than batteries on your camera phone
I [?] a lotta girls that got a man at home
Ain't it bad nigga? I could be your dad nigga
Your girl will bring me back just like a grad picture
And you can rock the mic, or be the ad-libber
I don't like [?] with Trojans, now let me Brad Pitt ya
Yeah
Haha
Yeah (Yeah)
She on my dick so I'm like "How low can you go"
Yeah
Shout-out to Flock Fresco baby
Flock or die ho
How low can you go
Flock or die ho
Pronto Freestyle lyrics - Tory Lanez
Yeah
It's about 3:47 in the morning right now
I'm in the booth gettin' it in while y'all was under covers (Covers)
Where your blankets warm and snug, hah
Flock Fresco baby
I'm in there like swimwear and out there like mouth gear, ya dig?
Yeah
No kiss or huggin'
She don't miss her husband
Lanez that nigga that your bitch is [?]
Yeah we make you pay, makin' in Jamaican shade
Or in New York shootin' hoops like Flava Flav
Oh ten [?] so low could send a fire soul
Watchin' Shauna paint better pictures than Picasso
Gettin' money from little somethin' to heavyweight
The pack is with it, a bag of bitches in every state
See I done came from nothin'
To a heavy slate
See y'all can hate while me and Freddy laughin' to the bank
You're actin' what you ain't
We know you're fried jawl
Clique full of goons, who do not smile
Techila vodka got me higher than your momma's pie
I've been the topic since I came out of my momma cryin'
And I'ma get this money, makin' sure my papas fine
Oh and to end it off, nigga Flocka died
The Prequel lyrics - Tory Lanez (feat. N-RIMES)
[Tory Lanez {N-Rimes}:]
What you niggas thought it was over?
We're back nigga
Uh, {uh}
Where you at nigga?
Takin' over the game this year baby {Uh}
{Uh, niggas can't see me nigga}
{This year}
{It's the prequel}
This some shit of epic proportions nigga
Niggas say we fell off
{The end of the game}
We ain't never fell off nigga
(Uh-huh) I'ma show y'all why we the best (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
{Hahaha}
Where you at Rimes?
Let's go
{N-Rimes}
Ay (Ay)
[N-Rimes:]
My camp pull the mileage
Your mans astonishin' family
Possibly, sadly walk through the valley of tossin' and that ain't even (Uh-huh)
The shadow of death is the path you accept
If you're passin' the threat I act and address your absentness
Steps (What up)
I will enable, first fatal works 'til you base the verse
Make you hate that pain or be breakin' your stable
Face it on earth
Opposin' the hoes or be open and swallow so stay alert (Uh-huh)
'Cause I motion to smoke 'em hopin' not to go to Maplehurst
'Cause my eyes on the fetty, I'm grindin' for plenty
You try my, I'm ready, you'll die if you're empty
So why even test me? (Why?)
And keep on resentin' the lesson, I'm guessin' you want it (What?)
So speak in my presence, you're gettin' the present I promise (Okay)
A snuff to your head and knee to your ribs (Uh-huh)
I flee to your crib and told you're mamma "Speak to a kid" (Speak to him)
And after that you actin' wack
I pack up late to catch a fade
Slippin', you'll just have turn [?] pass the maze
[Tory Lanez:]
Choppin' bodies in garbage
Honest-hearted and all of them
Harvest, carvin', starve hearts and an arm and leg on an offerin'
Show up to your apartment, walk into the hall of it
Dartin' into the offices
Officer, often talkin'
I'm gone inside of the audits (What's up?)
Flawless, lawless and heartless
Started [?] with the dissing
Nigga missin' in a mission and hit you quicker than pixels'
Is you, is you, is you rippin'?
I got your bitch and I'm willin' to break her britches
I break my dick in
Strictly kickin' you chickens and bitches
Is wishin' that he'd ever stopped, but he never stops
Hella hot shots to your melon
Watch rocks in the hella hot
What the [?] is you gonna do?
Comet crew, I'm comin' through
100 dudes like who the [?] is you?
Come at you, a homi', I break your body in [?] tombs
Say What's Ill lyrics - Tory Lanez
If you could put your eyesight through my eye view
Swear you'd see it shorter than a shorty who's 5"2'
High cool palms through this paper I write through
'Bout that "Real Love" that a Mary J. Blige do
I do things for shorties who's eyes blue
But her light skin red like Piru
And damn, I'm feeling like a plane
I'm just looking for a air-head shorty to fly through
And I sky through whips like a crash dummy
You cats funny, this rapping is my dad sonny
Lost the mother years back, don't ask money
Niggas who got religious will still blast for me
I'm back like fiends for the drug money
You dumb funny fuckers fronting like thugs buddy
Anyone with a flag can be a blood, but he won't be a blood when it comes to the sun dummy
Asking women, "Why your man counting ones honey?"
Without Wayne, he's still dealing with young money
And I been looking for a girl, so you can take three and lose two and still wouldn't be the one for me
I never wished for niggas to get it intertwined
The money 360°, even sitting in a line
I realize none of these niggas is friends of mine
Mel Gibson ain't the only nigga catching signs
You gotta understand I'm in a different mind
I'm Vince Carter 2x, I'm in a different prime
I got my fork and my knife like it's dinner time
Taking niggas greens like trees in the winter time
I feel lost with this pen of mine
I'm just talking, I ain't even begin to rhyme
I'm burning up rappers like [?]
Like a pimp at a strip club, you can get behind
Feel your mind change, in this diaphragm
It's all mind games, It's part of the diagram
And I sit back and watch time change
My frame cool in a room full of five lames
Mr. Nine chain wearing round my neck piece
SB fans in the winter with the fresh fleece
I'm X streets, [?] best be
In and out the slot like a USB
Crew freshly dressed [?]
Watch your M-A-N-V-M-E
But I can bring that fly shit right back
Make a broad say I'm bad like Mike Jack
Type of rappers wanna lie while I write facts
Sleeping on niggas, PJs and a night cap
You see, I'm cold as an ice rack
But I'm fresh out the mouth like a nice jab
I heard your pipe rap, Family Guy
I ain't sharp, one shot your brain marrow fly
But I can burn you mans alive
You faker than a human disguise
Just take it how two mans collide
I shine, I can take the sun from the South and leave Houston deprived
But, Houston, we got a P-R-oblem
Whether you are Batman or Robin
[?] in a room, a bafoon or a goon or a goblin
You are nothing but a joker in the city of Gotham
I feel I was tossed in this mix off
Shit got me puzzled like a jigsaw, shit, boy
We living it all like it's pish posh
But I'm feeling like a block, like Chris Bosh
To see succession or beat depression and leave recession
I got devilish style, I need to see the Reverend
I need a blessing to leave a lesson, to key in testing
'Cause I'm professional, born in a seminal
If I'm the envelope, you niggas the centerfold
I'm in heaven still tryna dodge the men below
I'm telling every girl that we can't elope
States boy getting peeled like antelope
And we ain't on the same level, the same stage
Still Fly like Drake, but we ain't on the same page
As far as the future sees
Welcome to the future, T.O
Welcome to the mixtape
Restricted Raven lyrics - Restricted Raven
I gotta get into my, uh
Story-telling state
It's like
Ayo, what happened last summer
It started with a text message saying
"Hey man, my name is Raven and we exchanged numbers
Sometime last night around the Government club"
Now I'm sittin 'here wondering "what?", 'cause I don't 'member that
But I sat back and played along with her
I logged on my phone, seen her face on Twitter
The voice in my brain saying "Lanez go on get her"
So I'm thinking with all that switching
Looking at my phone, no call back digits
Matter of fact, the phone call restricted
She won't come straight, so I'm all offended
But I let it down
'Cause just 'cause little mama call block didn't mean we couldn't mess around
So I kept on texting, but I shouldn't love her
And by now she had me open like a book cover
I mean shorty knew everything about me
She my ray of sunshine when it's cloudy
It's like shorty my 3-1 without 3
And then she questioned like "Do you heave a girlfriend?"
I said, "Nah, I'm as single as first head."
And even though I know I'm lying my pants off
Shorty too special just to give up the chance dawg
And I never seen Raven in person
But the pictures that she sent me are the whirlwind
And I would change my girlfriend for her sting
So I text her the question "Would you be mine?"
And then I sat back waiting for a reply
And then she text me
See I'm gon' show a lil' something that's gon blow through your sweet mind
She said, "Don't get me wrong, 'cause I ain't player hatin'
But it's your girlfriend nigga, I was playing Raven
The whole time it was me on the phone
Well I know that you ain't faithful, I'm 'a leave you alone
So uh, to end it off nigga here is my one note
The dream love me and you had is done for
Now this is how I lost a good girl to a dumb phone
You have no messages
Go Hard lyrics - Tory Lanez
Yeah
Uh huh
It's T Lanez
You already know who it is I shouldn't have even said that
And I feel real good, baby
You know what I mean
I look around and there ain't too much of y'all
But I guess when you fly as me you 100,000 feet in the air you don't really see population
Yeah
Look
I got 'em open like a fresh pair of eyelids
And yeah I'm on my fly shit and I could blow ya mind quick
Call me the sidekick
Chillin' on a island with five chicks small like a hybrid
Ball like Mike did and now these niggas hatin' every idea
This '09 year y'all gon cry tears
If famous wear a shirt that say "I rap" you should wear a shirt that says "I fear"
I feel
I scare rappers like a motherfucking virus
Her head up in the cloud and I'm the motherfucking pilot
And you ain't getting the same green I get
I mean I get so much green it's like I'm Irish
High glis' on my wrist and you can see the camera shoot
The CD gettin' spins it's Mr. Crash Bandicoot
The [?] like damn the goose
You don't want a band to do
Then yeah I got a plan and your man is what you plan to lose
Yup
Yeah I swear I fucking does it
I fuck Hillary Duff make it cheaper by the dozen
I don't mean to quote Drake, but I pop Rosé
Trey Songz ain't long I'm the mortherfucking man
Catch me in the cut I throw a motherfucking grand
Do 'em like [?] and throw it for the cam
I'm just tryna make you niggas understand
I got goons that'll make you niggas do the running man
Baby I ain't never need it
Couple kickass Lamborghinis
Something fly up on my feet (I go hard)
Ladies see me when you see me
On the CD or a TV
I'm a fly, gassed nigga (I go hard)
And when I climb up down the cove
This wet up to my leg and tell my niggas what it do (I go hard)
You could say I'm in the wrong but I'ma go hard until I'm gone motherfucker (I go hard)
Yeah bitch I go (hard)
Yeah bitch I go (hard)
And my fit is so (hard)
And my sneakers so (hard)
And my class is so (hard)
And my bag is so (hard)
And your girl is so (hard)
'Cause she keep the dick (hard)
Yeah you know I'm on (hard)
Yeah you know I stay (hard)
Wit' your bitch I go (hard)
'Cause she keep the dick (hard)
And my fit is so (hard)
Yeah bitch I'm so (hard)
Yeah bitch I'm so (hard)
Yeah bitch (I go hard)
Yeah
I'm what you niggas tryna be man
It ain't the seafood when I give ya chick the seaman
See my last chick she stay up on some past shits
But I don't take the ex like I never did E, man
Yeah
I'm hotter than the summer season
I burn a hater mouth like the south jerk seasonin'
And I ball for no reason, teasin'
Do nothing with these hoes but I beat 'em like reason
Yeah
See y'all little no wheezin'
If opposites is sick then my diamonds make 'em queezin'
For the cats who?
Hate me nigga that's you
'Cause hatin' stick to me like a tattoo
Catch who?
Y'all niggas never had that dude
I fuck with brown hunnids nigga y'all niggas catch blue
Had who the fuck stash dudes in the black coupe
I do
Act loose
Hit one of your friends and it's some black tubes
Yeah, call Mr. Gun Knife Lanez
I call me Mr. "Damn He Done Fucked My Dame"
It's lil' nigga that you thought was so lame
It's this ill lil' nigga that'll go insane
Yeah
And when I go insane, I do a bitch pinky and catch a lotta brain
I'm just a fly nigga overload
And clothes expose like the Oprah Show
Baby I ain't never need it
Couple kickass Lamborghinis
Something fly up on my feet (I go hard)
Ladies see me when you see me
On the CD or a TV
I'm a fly, gassed nigga (I go hard)
And when I climb up down the cove
This wet up to my leg and tell my niggas what it do (I go hard)
You could say I'm in the wrong but I'ma go hard until I'm gone motherfucker
I go hard, hard, hard, hard
I go hard, hard, hard, hard
I go hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard
I go hard
Liquor lyrics - Tory Lanez
Yeah
I mean I get it with a fake ID though ya understand
Plus I'm the man
Yeah
It's when them lights get lower
Liquor get on it and them visions get slower
Chickens get [?] and women they wanna show up
Any damn lady in the spots got a aura
Hold I'm fucking this ho and it's so nuts
Lookin' at the women my head spinning like donuts
Like cold cuts the way these chickens is swole up
I rose up, white Nikes and low cuts
Whoa, what
I can't even hear that
Chillin' off the shots you can show me where the bear at
I stare catch ladies say that he a weird cat
Swinging with them [?] you can show me where the glare at
All these islands say icons mixed with my diamonds I can't even drive home
Give the keys to my mans up front 'cause he just tryna get a milli like I'm Bangladesh
And yes
And when them lights get low
You could catch 'em in the cut around the corner past 3
I was saying Henny on the shots but the Demi and the Remy on the rocks
Getting tipsy off the liquor
Off the liquor
Off the liquor
Off the liquor
Off the liquor
Off the liquor
Off the liquor
Off the liquor
I see mami, she lean on me that Lamborghini
See me and see me she see me treat me that greeny kiwi
Peaches and creamy I see that she been eatin' her Wheaties
In [?] she be bikini reading my CD
I get get some lust and illusion
Hallucinating off this frostberry fusion
This new music duck low and move it
Touch flow then lose it
Dumb down like [?]
More boss than a new bitch
Shawty goin' low got me feeling so foolish
Get it, I get fly in my new kicks
Spitting like I'm toothless, look better than two tits
Now whose chick is that one?
'Cause damn son, gotta get up out it then spit up on it like cat guns
'Cause that one could be the one
Maybe I'm just tipsy of the licky forget it
Never mind one
And when them lights get low
You could catch 'em in the cut around the corner past 3
I was saying Henny on the shots but the Demi and the Remy on the rocks
Getting tipsy off the liquor
Off the liquor
Off the liquor
Off the liquor
Off the liquor
Off the liquor
Off the liquor
Off the liquor
Internet Girl lyrics - Tory Lanez
Bitch
Uh, yeah
You know what I mean
I mean this one right her had to be dedicated
To you, on your CPU
This is like that 1995 Zapp & Roger Computer Love type shit right
Shout out to Trey man that nigga know what it is
Uh
Uh
I got a Myspace lady and a Facebook girl
And a shorty on Twitter and I swear that's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
So get on MSN baby if you live around the world
And I gotta fuck better
She gon' be my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
Anytime I go, I wanna go right back (Oh!)
She sent me explicit messages on my iChat
And to my webcam shorty rolled her eyes back
I'm tryna get it hit it in it like how's that
I be on the road and she be with a lame dude
Searching on my phone and I can't even blame you
I wanna get wit' her, I seen her on Twitter
Soon a nigga hit her and I'm 'bout to get her
She got me like yeah
Little mama you should get used to me
Lookin' at my Myspace, bag around Louis V
Usually, maybe lady I still like two or three
Days you amazed when I hop in your computer screen
'Cause I'm a different kind of fella
She sicker than salmonella, I'm thinking I better tell her
If ever I gotta go, hit me on my blogspot
Crystal, Sarah, Jessica, I'ma email all y'all
I got a Myspace lady and a Facebook girl
And a shorty on Twitter and I swear that's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
So get on MSN baby if you live around the world
And I gotta fuck better
She gon' be my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
And everytime I go, I wanna come right back (Oh!)
She sent me explicit messages on my iMac
Watch her do her thing, watch her do her thing
Watch her do her thing, watch her do her thing
And your main picture is so wild
I am on my laptop, lookin' up your profile
She got a display pic, change it like flows yeah
I can see your friends if I click the link and scroll down
And I see she got a sister that dress to impress the niggas and taggin' the ones she's into
I kid and I kid you not, she livin' up in the lot
Two women live in the spot
Her status is on the dot
And nowadays ladies say that I'm a crook man
Book face, face book, got my Facebook man
So if you wit' it we'll get into it girl, intimate
Or you can just end up as my internet girl
I got a Myspace lady and a Facebook girl
And a shorty on Twitter and I swear that's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
So get on MSN baby if you live around the world
And I gotta fuck better
She gon' be my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
Anytime I go, I wanna go right back
She send me hearts in my messages and I like that
She got me fiendin' and waiting for her to write back
Hold up she just sent a video to my iMac
And she do her thing, she can do her thing
She can do her thing, she can do her thing
Shorty put it on me, me
Uh
And shorty got me on her ringtone
She is more confusing than a Blackberry pin code
Uh, What?
I fuck you like a nympho, I'ma get her info, we gon' get it in though
Uh uh
Ladies supportin' me on YouTube I'ma thank all y'all
All of y'all is too cute
See me like Blue's Clues
Jimmys like Choo shoes
If you got a man tell him run it like Scooby Doo
I got a Myspace lady and a Facebook girl
And a shorty on Twitter and I swear that's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
So get on MSN baby if you live around the world
And I gotta fuck better
She gon' be my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
That's my internet girl
We Just Ride lyrics - Tory Lanez (feat. RUSSELL!)
[RUSSELL:]
You can catch me in an orange bandanna with a swagger elite
In a normal whip, sittin in the passenger seat
And maybe you can roll with me, cruisin down the whole city
So pretty, just chillin and bumpin old Biggie
With my boy, got his G2, [?]
Drove around the city's from T.O to Mississauga
We never look back, we face the road
Just a couple young teens with no place to go
I took the transit but soon I got enough after
I hated paying 3 dollars for a bus transfer
So I would sit up in a whip with my dude
And tell em, when I'm famous, I'mma get him a new
Clean whip to cruise the streets, in that, I'd be a live threat
But he'd be up under the wheel, 'cause I don't drive yet
Talkin bout the future, when I'm blown up and that
So I can go and turn that lil' tiny whip to a Phantom
We just ride, cops see under the dash
Through your hand back, I promised the rest
We just ride, know we do it and run it
Just chill on the road, while music be bumpin
[Tory Lanez:]
And you can catch me in my Ralph Laurens
So look out for me, spot me by the balcony
Rather be on my different ish, louder than your little sister is
Mister Mister take your little sister from her innocents
Yeah, I swear I'm feelin bigger than ever
Since I've been thinkin propellers
Make a fella fly, like damn, man, I get hella high
I be higher than an addict in the sky
My cool fool's super cool fools shoes on
Blue armored whip crush like croutons
My whole crew arms, I think I might do time
We used to skateboard, and matter a fact, we hated cars
I laugh about it 'cause I'm older now
And now them windows getting colder and skateboards don't hold you down
Be what I be, I'm layed back gettin them aged racks
I'm famous, Maybachs in my lane, you feel me
Tory!
[RUSSELL:]
We just ride, cops see under the dash
Through your hand back, I promised the rest
We just ride, know we do it and run it
Just chill on the road, while music be bumpin
Getaway lyrics - Tory Lanez
Ha ha, uh
Yeah
Nah, I mean I gotta keep it 100 percent real on this song
Sometimes I just wanna get away from everything, you know what I mean?
Think I need a vacation or somethin', uh
I wake up in the morning, life has got a nigga stressed out (Stressed out), stressed out
From the living room I hear my father telling, yelling, "Get out of this house" (Whoa-oh)
He tells me, "Son, you need a J-O-B"
And then I say, "Dad, man, that ain't for me"
And really I know he ain't havin' that
And says you're gonna need money to fill your habitat
Look in his eyes, I see deep stressin'
Plus, my mother died and that's a depression
On top of that, here comes the weed session
So I smoke and get high
And sometimes I wanna getaway, getaway
Sometimes I wanna getaway, getaway
Every day I need a getaway, getaway
(I gotta get away, I just gotta get away)
And I just gotta get away, get away
My teacher says I'm kicked out
So I ain't doin' shit now
And plus, I just caught a case
Sometimes I feel my future's bein' thrown away
Out the door without a pause
I'm outta options
And watchin' all the kids graduate
While I'm sittin' in class, I'm in a angry state
My state of mind, I'm wastin' time
I feel like I ain't even close like it's a waitin' line
I just wanna skip but people tell me wait in line
So I smoke and get high
And sometimes I wanna getaway, getaway
Sometimes I wanna getaway, getaway
Every day I need a getaway, getaway
My new girl is trippin' out
Because I'm always dippin' out
Callin' my phone like, "You know what this shit's about"
And I say "Easy, that's some shit you could forget about"
But she don't listen, she keep on bitchin'
And I think, think, is it all worth it?
'Cause baby girl know I'ma be a star
So she can't leave me now, she believe that I'm creepin' dog
I try to tell her I ain't doin' that
But she don't listen, she just listen to her stupid friends
And then she goes, I hang up the phone
Can't deal wit' it, she can't
I just smoke and get high
And sometimes I wanna getaway, getaway
Sometimes I wanna getaway, getaway
Every day I need a getaway, getaway
(I gotta get away, I just gotta get away)
And I just gotta get away, get away
Can't Stop Me Freestyle lyrics - Tory Lanez
I'ma show you how to do this, son
Hahaha
It's what it is
N-Rimes what up?
I got us, baby
They gon' have to sign us real soon right?
Brooks what up? Montree what up?
Real City TV, ha, uh
Them trap niggas can't stop me, I'm on top of the globe
And my writtens on top of the stove, I stay on top of the floor
Shots hot, ring the top of your dome
How the fast paced niggas can't copy the flow?
Though I carry the city on my backbone
Whenever I'm in it, the kids like that's home
I may be youngin but sonnin', yeah the cash grown
See me, savor the moment like the last moan, uh
And I ain't loafed and I been waitin'
I stacks money to the ceiling, feelin' impatient
This ain't tag but I gettin' what you been chasin'
Your chain fake, you see the foil and tin plating
Can't get none of the women that I been dated
I could take all of your women, get 'em invaded
Fuck wit' Benjamins, nigga, you gettin' 10 faces
Got the haters red and yellow like Timb laces
You got it wrong if you tryn' take me out
Count rip a track if you tore your girl weave out
What up Sess? Yes, what up B?
They can't shut up me
They like what up T? Oh
Or is I?
Haters can't see me, I am too far inside
Came in the game and niggas was like wizzah
Y'all can't soar me out, y'all niggas no Star Wars jedis
Bet I carry the game, I'm the scariest thing
And if I ever get a dame, she be married to flame, damn
Let me give you my thyroid
I'm so big, it's like my name's on steroids
Therefore, I don't wanna hear boys
Drop tracks all year, that's all year noise
And if it be mister Drake at the top, nigga
Guard your rank, I'm comin' for your spot, nigga
Friendly fire, whatever, I'm a hot nigga
Lookin' for a TDot chick that's got a fly figure
Filet getter, I said I'm a yay spitter
'Cause Lanez can take your chick and plant DNA in her
Yeah, and that's that
Cats is ass lacks, facts
Nah, niggas is shittin' like add lax, uh
Fuck a plaque, man, give me my shine
I need blocks, nigga, TDot city is mine
Nigga, nigga
I could make four more mixtapes off memory, nigga
Y'all ain't never gon' be better than me
I'ma do this 'til I'm 80, nigga
Words of a wise man, uh
And y'all niggas know what it is
You see, it's elimination time
All the real niggas stay and the fake niggas go, you dig?
This the flow that ended your career, nigga, you know what it is
Uh
I'm aimin' for the top, boy
N-Rimes, I see you, Freddy Fame what up?
All the niggas I fuck with, already know they fuckin' with me so I ain't gotta worry about that
Look out for my nigga Mo Green, free my brother Sos
Brooks what up? Montree
Real City TV what's good, baby?
I feel nice
And I'ma end it on that one, holla
Caucasian Girls lyrics - Tory Lanez
Uh
Well, basically I'm doin' this for my white girls (Uh, uh-uh-uh)
I mean it got that old school feel to it so I'ma go old school
Shawty like my 9 to 5, she my dine for nine
And keep me flyer than a Honda ride, I'm like (Word)
Just like that Honda ride, I might swerve
But it seem all the ice on my Nikes is iceberg
I like my light, real tight girlfriend with a white girl that like girls
Type that and give me my night swirl
I called her in the bed like how you finna do that?
You my next diva, breath sweeter than Similac
Wit' your green eyes, niggas spot out your mean thighs
Hit the scene like we could chill in the three five
If you wanna bring Donna, we'll smoke the marijuana, it's on
Throw some rake up so that grown shit don't
I'm a new cat bringin' that old school back
These broads get cancelled like Nino in New Jack
For really, you gotta feel me
I'm illy as Ray Nance, it's Lanez, bitch
And girl, tell me what's your name, ain't that
Caucasian girls all over me
Came and you changed my world
And you loved someone
That's my Caucasian girl
She came and she changed my world
With a love so real
I know I like my all Asians, black chicks and Caucasians
And Latinas nothin' less than divine
Butter pecan, Puerto Ricans
Like that say, "Ay, mira"
Then I beat it out the freezer
I'm fresh, nigga
You feel it in your chest, nigga
Vanilla chicks is the best
Gets my dick in duress
I'm on some fly shit
Drivin' two in a nine whip
If you don't like me, nigga, then hop off of my (Dick)
I tell 'em just like that
Can't even stare, man, these motherfuckers just might rat, right
Tan line, listen to Frank White, hit the bank tight
You gon' show me the plan (Right?)
Red Bree, never wear your hair in weave
But I got a lotta dollars, what appears to be on
It ain't I time I ain't pickin' the game
Look at the bigger picture, baby, I'll miss ya, it's Lanez, holla
Caucasian girls all over me
Came and you changed my world
And you loved someone
That's my Caucasian girl
She came and she changed my world
With a love so real
I'm lookin' for miss Library
You're stirrin' the high berry
And ice and nine cherries
And lightin' the nine scary
I might get high very 'cause really, I'm low do
Hit the photo, baby, just wait 'til that door close
Back in '92 when I was playin' it roughly
The earth's got burst so it's negative puppy, uh
And schoolgirls used to call me ugly
Made it to the big leagues and they all wanna fuck me
Around 1 AM we was at the club
1:15 showed your boy some love
Around 3 AM I took her back to the house
She say she wanna lay down, I threw her ass on the couch
Now it's 4 AM, she was feelin' the kid
Around 4:03 now I'm dickin' her ribs
Around 5 AM, started lippin' her mouth
About 5:09 I was kickin' her out
Yo, big money, sonny thinkin' that shit's funny
I get in your rib, honey, like somethin' you did funny, gotta love me
If you don't then I don't know better
It's awkward like the coat without the rose gold sweater, I'm gone
Caucasian girls all over me
Came and you changed my world
And you loved someone
That's my Caucasian girl
She came and she changed my world
With a love so real
Unstoppable Freestyle lyrics - Tory Lanez
Uh, yeah
Now normally I'll
I usually start rappin' on the first verse, yeah
But you guys gotta understand is that, uh
I'm the motherfuckin' man
And I do what the fuck I wanna do
Yeah, ahahaha, yeah
Sing to me, yeah
Nah, I'ma wait 'til the next chorus comes in
And I'ma bang 'em out the Chevy, hahahaha
Yeah, uh
Man, I mean I gotta be the hottest if it isn't you, right?
Yeah, haha
Sing to me
I got to be unstoppable (Yeah)
I got to be unstoppable
Ay-ay-ay-ay, you don't lie (Man, y'all ain't ready)
Ay-ay-ay-ay, you don't lie (Ain't y'all)
I got to be unstoppable
I got to be unstoppable (Yo Rimes, turn my mic up a lil' bit)
Ay-ay-ay-ay, you don't lie (Nah, I'm dead serious, a'ight there it go)
Ay-ay-ay-ay, you don't lie (Yeah)
Look, my name is Lanez, I'm fly as fuck
I'm mean I'm flyer than anybody flying up
I ain't got no swagger up, but I got my dagger tucked
Catch a nigga with the .9 nine times, when the skyline shine yo' time is up
I'm back, nigga, do you know what that is?
That mean that my swag is much sharper than any cactus is
I got some actresses, couple of mattresses
So if you wanna get it crackin' we'll get back to biz
Niggas can never see me, I am all around the globe
Got some women in bikinis that I picked up at a show
And much a teenyboppers see me magazinin' so they blow me like Katrina or a smoker blowin' trees out of his nose
Know T.I.P. is where I be, you P.I.E., that's if you hatin'
Thinkin' I get phony, homie must got me mistaken
Superman cape, yeah, I'm apin' like bathing
On a skyscraper, chest beatin' and I'm screaming
I got to be unstoppable (Hahahaha, uh)
I got to be unstoppable (Aha, aha)
Ay-ay-ay-ay, you don't lie (It's check)
Ay-ay-ay-ay, you don't lie (Turn the lights low)
I got to be unstoppable (I mean)
I got to be unstoppable
Ay-ay-ay-ay, you don't lie
(Aha, it's the part where I talk a lot of shit)
Ay-ay-ay-ay, you don't lie
Look, yo' name is hater, my name is Lanez
I come through and I take your dame
Nah, I'm joking, hahaha
I ain't even freestyling
You know what I mean? Aha
Understand the T.L 2 T.O mixtape's coming out
This summer, yeah
And y'all niggas talkin' shit behind your lil' computer screens, kill yourself
Closer lyrics - Tory Lanez (feat. Goapele)
Yeah, you know
I used to think about it as child, like
What would it really be like if I actually got up there
You know, with the stars?
All the fame, laughs
Uh, this all started when me and my mama in arguments
Swear we gon' live in apartments
Job offerings would never dance on ahead, like
Feeling like a deer in front of whips without the headlights
Mama cried tears from the trouble with the feds like
Something's stopping this drive, like a red light
I just wanna be more than my mama see
'Cause honestly I'm tired of the street crime
Grind every day of the week I, she creeps high
And do whatever I like, like T.I
See, I know I fucked up in the past
And your heart chips breaks like a cup or a glass
But, I'm right here mama
So wipe your tears mama
You would see your nephew a new Nike Airs
I'ma be here 'til I never see tears
And give you that truck that's detailed with each tale
Cop ya a little house on the hill
It's too bad you ain't here
Yeah, I see mama, to the dream, mama, L-U-V mama, R-I-P mama
You probably can't hear me but I miss ya
'Cause all you left me with was a picture
Yeah, whatever it seems
It's like your death got a car that drives into my dreams
But I'm going higher
Closer to my dreams
I'm going higher and higher
I can almost reach
Sometimes you just have to let it go (let it go)
Leaving all my fears to burn and die
Push them all away so I can move on
Closer to my dreams
Feel it all over my being, in my being
Close your eyes and seek what you believe
2 Cups lyrics - Stay Flee Get Lizzy, Tory Lanez, Fredo & Popcaan
[Popcaan:]
(Stay Flee Get Lizzy)
(Stay Flee Get Lizzy)
Ocho, ocho
Jiggle up yuh ass pon di riddim
Mi nuh care if your man 'ave a gun with him
Whine up your body when yuh hear bad riddim
Mi mek yuh draws fly weh like pigeon
[Tory Lanez:]
2 Cup in my hand
So I step when I do my dance
'Cause it must be the best of my love
And what's in my cup stays in my cup, yeah
2 Cup in my hand
So I step when I do my dance
'Cause it must be the best of my love
And what's in my cup stays in my cup, yeah
[Popcaan:]
Yeah
Money pile up
Inna di club pretty gyal ah whine up
G-Wagon Benz, sincere park up
Tell dem man blessed we nuh dweet it by luck
Touch Selfridges, yuh know we coil up
Carry gyal inna di Rosewood fi go sign up
Dem ah tell me mi friend dem ah drip sinus
She waan catch di money virus
Gyal
Mi love you real bad
Whine up pon me
Mi love how di gyal dem ah Brixton stay
Gyal see me and wet like she did foreplay
[Tory Lanez:]
2 Cup in my hand
So I step when I do my dance
'Cause it must be the best of my love
And what's in my cup stays in my cup, yeah
2 Cup in my hand
So I step when I do my dance
'Cause it must be the best of my love
And what's in my cup stays in my cup, yeah
[Fredo:]
I'll rest when I die
Fuck sexy gyal for the rest of my life
She's in a two-piece, just breast and a thigh
I like how you're tanned, you look best when you're fried
All dem shows up on TV, I'm new to that
'Cause these girls tryna tease me, I'm used to that
Tell myself real quick, I ain't doin' that
Then she showed me some tits, now I'm booby-trapped (For real)
2 cups, can you hold it down?
No shots, this girl wanna go for rounds
The sun got your body looking golden-brown
Cah the Caribbean's hot but I'm still frozen down
[Tory Lanez:]
2 Cup in my hand
So I step when I do my dance
'Cause it must be the best of my love
And what's in my cup stays in my cup, yeah
2 Cup in my hand
So I step when I do my dance
'Cause it must be the best of my love
And what's in my cup stays in my cup, yeah
Tory!
Two cup in my hand
I need you stuck in my hands
Sexy not for my eyes
Baby yuh know seh that's the way mi like it
Oh I need fi unwind
Sun dress up inna di sunshine
Mi ah go give it to yuh one time
One backshot mi give it to yuh one time
Young and pretty
The bad gyaldem come from London city
Pop off di panty, suck off di titty
Di gyaldem know seh mi witted and litty
2 Cup in my hand
So I step when I do my dance
'Cause it must be the best of my love
And what's in my cup stays in my cup, yeah
2 Cup in my hand
So I step when I do my dance
'Cause it must be the best of my love
And what's in my cup stays in my cup, yeah
[Popcaan:]
Gyal
Mi love you real bad
Brace it pon me
Mi love the way how yuh Unruly
Gyal ah drink André, and she want Andrae
Gyal
Mi love you real bad
Whine up pon me
Mi love how di gyal dem ah Brixton stay
Gyal see me and wet like she did foreplay
Huh
Jiggle up yuh ass pon di riddim
Mi nuh care if your man 'ave a gun with him
Whine up your body when yuh hear bad riddim
Mi mek yuh draws fly weh like pigeon
392 lyrics - Tory Lanez & VV$ KEN
[VV$ KEN:]
Freeband shit, Freeband shit (Yeah)
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow (Grrr)
Freeband shit, man, band-counter shit, man
You know we want bags, man
Swiper, no swiping
Fire not too far from OV to 438, nigga (Yung Dza)
Hop in the Scat and I go (Vroom)
Went and got Louboutins right out the store, ayy
Twenty-two ridin' with Joe (Baow)
You hear a pop then that boy on the floor
I got my Glock in my lap, I'ma score
Lil' mama thick, I met her on the pole
Told all my niggas y'all better not fold
If anything, I'ma go and get the pole (Grrr)
Yeah, I'm a shooter, but don't gotta shoot it (Grrr)
I pay my lil' hitta to pull up and do it
Swear that's your ass if we get into it
I got lil' niggas ready to chew it
I got pieces, I'm ready, I'm swipey
You hollerin' 'bout action, so stop all that typin', ayy
I ain't got time for no tussle
I'ma just pull up and pop me a muscle
After I copped it, I bought me a duffel (Nyoom)
392, it take off like a shuttle
Needed some paper, told my niggas huddle up
Bitch, I'd be broke if I wanted to cuddle (Hell nah)
Wrist is G water, new pack, place your order
If you send a bitch to come shop, I'ma short her
Ayy, I'ma spin your block like a CD
Got about twenty missed calls from a BD (Hold on)
Gotta pay a lawyer, can't rock with no PD
Told that nigga take it to the door and make it speedy (Real fast)
Pussy niggas tryna call the truce like a treaty
Made about fifty-five bands off TD
Say he gon' rob me, ha, try, pussy
Fam (Blaow), he dyin', huh
Bake 'em (Fft), deep fry 'em (Psst, Yung Dza)
Go on, I'm slidin'
I gotta be up for the pick up
If I miss the drop time, I'ma go and stick up, ayy
'Cause I gotta go and get it
Crack's comin', gotta go and hit it, ayy
I gotta go and hit it, ayy
I gotta go and hit it, ayy
Yeah, ayy, yeah
[Tory Lanez:]
(Ayy, okay)
Soon as that Glock lock, hit him
I hit his block and I bend it, shots extended
Talkin' too hot, I'ma spin it
Flew to the jeweler, bought a quarter mill' watch and a pendant
Shots keep flyin, who spinnin'?
Ain't nobody seen who did it
Trap house need new tenants
Hop in that Scat and they shootin' for Kenny like he a lieutenant
All of my opps I'm shootin'
That choppa be talkin' in fluent
Don't talk, I do it
Choppa erase his face
They had to cool it and close the casket at his viewin', mm, damn
Niggas be tellin', I knew it
Brand new bitch fell in, I flew it
Blew twenty racks in the club but a nigga so rich that you niggas can't tell that I blew it, ayy
I'm slidin' in a Infinity
I just go skrrt and I skid in it
I don't give a fuck what bitch in it
I don't trust you if you fidgety
Hit the gas, cruise to infinity
Know I got opps that'll try
Know a nigga 'bout to drop with the car, so I gotta keep switchin' it, ayy
If I go to jail, I fuck the CO
Piss real dirty, fuck the PO
Down to the kilo, uh
Had a nigga play with my backend
Big yoppa that'll chop a nigga back in
Pink 30 and the MAC-10
That's lights, no camera but the action
Homie I go to mail with this
Been a thug since me and Kellz was jits
He was steppin' out the cell with drip
And all my niggas out of jail are rich
It's poppin'
40 Days N 40 Nights lyrics - Tory Lanez
[Man:] What are you doing?
[Woman:] Working
[Tory:] Lil' Fargo
[Man:] Why so late?
[Woman:] I'll be lucky if I'm finished by sun-up
Uh
Lord bless the umbrella boys
You know, sometimes I wanna argue with these niggas
Then I call my bank teller and she say the balance
It's over
Uh, I'm talkin' 40 days, 40 nights
All a nigga got is God up on these hopeless nights
14 and homeless, tryna find an open bite
Scopin' out the open public, rollin' with this open stomach
Fiends on the work phone, ex on my other jack
Said come home, but she don't know I need this hundred stack
I ain't even comin' back, I'ma be here all night
Son up in her stomach, I'm like it's gon' be a long night
I remember dark nights, hallways and hard white
Schemin' like, "Might get that Rari with the fog lights"
I'ma be a don, black statues on the lawn
Used to stress when I was sleepin' on a mattress at my mom's
Momma died and now I'm sleepin' on a mattress all alone
In the Os with three niggas, I ain't barely even know 'em
When I had my coldest winters, it was barely even snowin'
OGs tell me chill, they don't barely even know 'em
First D.D. got locked and Shoakes got locked
Mo and Brooks tried to flee but they both got knocked
Shit was real on the field, I was sayin' through the grape vine
Pour a fifth of Henny for my niggas doin' state time
Niggas tryna keep the shine from me, I'ma take mine
Been the underdog, so I'm doin' over state grind
I pray to Lord I never drop dead
If I show up in that drophead
Foreign with the doors pointed at the top ledge, I'm a boss
Lil' nigga, big body, hoppin' out the Porsche
Now in Neiman Marcus, we ain't gotta shop at Ross
Feds for the bottles, how we came and copped the charge
Whoa, look, hype change, dice games
She just snap a photo for that light fame
And I was sellin' quarters for that ice chain
'Til I found God and my life changed
Sittin' on the block right now, I was tryna get change
A nigga need God right now, way more than ever
Smokin' on strong I been goin' hard all day long
Sippin' on Henny, I don't even know where the day gone
I'm feelin' like I'm the realest nigga out in the 6
I'm feelin' like I'm the realest nigga out in the 6
T4 scams for my bitches out there in the finish
More money, more problems, we don't believe in that shit
40 days, 40 nights, I've been goin' hard
40 days, 40 nights, I go
40 days, 40 nights, I've been goin' hard
40 days, 40 nights, I go
Automatic lyrics - Dyamond Doll, Tory Lanez & Legaxy
Yeah, yeah
How you gon' change, you were my friend
Yeah, yeah
[Legaxy:]
How you gon' change, you were my friend
Thought we was automatic
You was my chick, iced out your wrist
Brought you that brand new Patek, yeah
Everything changed, but who's to blame?
How did it all go tragic, yeah
You had my heart, you were my rock
Thought we was automatic (Yeah)
You were my dog, you were my girl, you were my main bitch
This shit is crazy, lil' baby, how did it change this quick?
Nothing's the same, but who's to blame
How did it all go tragic, yeah
You had my heart, you were my rock
Thought we was automatic, yeah
[Dyamond Doll:]
Thought it was automatic, thought it was automatic
I was fuckin' with you on a daily until you had fucked up and caused that habit
Thought I could take it, but couldn't [?] and pains for a heart attackin'
Start poppin' them pills, I was losing my mind
How we go from love to tragic
Used to bring out an 'matic, whipped the dick, would eat me to sleep
Used to rub the fatty
Started hangin' out late 'n shit, now you not coming home
Fuck, I'm gon' call you daddy
You on [?] things, stallin' traffic
Bitches twerkin', 'n y'all gymnastics
Shit ain't gettin' no better, I better get gone
'Cause I think I'm worth more than that 'petic, yeah, yeah
[Legaxy:]
How you gon' change, you were my friend
Thought we was automatic
You was my chick, Iced out your wrist
Brought you that brand new Patek, yeah
Everything changed, but who's to blame?
How did it all go tragic, yeah
You had my heart, you were my rock
Thought we was automatic (Yeah)
You were my dog, you were my girl, you were my main bitch
This shit is crazy, lil' baby, how did it change this quick?
Nothing's the same, but who's to blame
How did it all go tragic?
You had my heart, you were my rock
Thought we was automatic, yeah
[Tory Lanez:]
Thought it was automatic, thought it was automatic
I fucked her with you so long ago, lil' baby that's just how you start a habit (Started a habit)
We started out as some love and as some friends, but this this shit got problematic
I had to turned the left out your crib, I had to call a cabby
Used to be automatic, with this shit you ride up on this dick, and just call me daddy (Call me daddy)
Nower days you just be talkin' shit, out with these arguments
[?]
You wanna fuck, you just talkin' at me
I wanna go out and fall your patty
Doin' you just like Aladdin, and trust me you're ridin' this dick like the carpet flyin', yeah, yeah
[Legaxy:]
How you gon' change, you were my friend
Thought we was automatic (Automatic)
You was my chick, Iced out your wrist
Brought you that brand new Patek, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything changed, but who's to blame?
How did it all go tragic, yeah (Ooh)
You had my heart, you were my rock
Thought we was automatic (Automatic)
You were my dog, you were my girl, you were my main bitch (My main bitch)
This shit is crazy, lil' baby, how did it change this quick? (Yeah)
Nothing's the same, but who's to blame
How did it all go tragic? (Oh, oh)
You had my heart, you were my rock
Thought we was automatic, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Automat-
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