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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-

B.A.B.Y lyrics - Tory Lanez & Moneybagg Yo

[Tory Lanez:]

You know I met her in Miami, that's my baby

She know a young nigga ballin' just like McGrady

I'm tryna give her the keys to that Mercedes

I take her over the seas because I'm wavy

And we not really in love but we go crazy

Shawty I can't blame you, you can't blame me

Shawty I can't play you, you can't play me

'Cause you do your thing two, I do my thing three

Any way that you put it, look it's the same thing

Bitch I'm wavy, I done pulled up in a 'cedes

Pockets on young and rich, let a nigga hate me

I'ma young rich nigga, can't believe I made it

Man I came from Kraft dinner, eating KD

Sleeping on the floor mats in the basement

Life hit me hard and I had to face it

I could never tell you niggas what them days did

You was with a nigga through the time I wasted

Smoked up, drinked up, I was wasted

Fame on the way and I could nearly taste it

They left me for dead, I could never rate it

Hit the block with me, niggas with me, they did

I just came from the bottom and it's back to basics

Shawty held me down, now when I'm famous

I just wanna ball hard, I know where my lane is

I'm feeling sedated, you got me waiting

Shawty you know you're fine

And yeah you know you remind me of a bad little baby

Touching and tasting, when I get you alone

I send tingles up your spine and baby you know I

[Moneybagg Yo:]

'Fore I made it out the gutter I was dreaming

'Fore I made it out the gutter I was dreaming

You know she my baby (thought you knew that)

I ain't bullshittin' (nah)

Met her in Miami walking outta Fingalicking (Nyaming)

Half innocent, half Video vixen (Want two of her)

Low mileage, pussy she want commitment (whoa)

I don't know too much about love

Ay, I'm from Memphis, where your girlfriend and best friend are witness and co-defendant (big facts)

Shit crazy, the world that we live in (damn)

Snitches still livin' while real niggas get sentenced

'Fore I made it out the gutter I was dreaming

They love me for dead, I point out the hating (hating)

Fast forward things, blues bustin' out the jean (jean)

I bet on myself first, now I'm all in (bet on me)

Will you be my b-a-b-y? (bae)

All them hoes man and I see why (yeah)

I was switching planes, mid lanes of the G5 (touring)

Good in any hood from the south to the east side (bagg)

B.L.O.W. lyrics - Tory Lanez

Yeah, look

2006, these niggas hated

But I told them I would make it from the bottom

Look, I made this shit possible, baby, I'm back on the shits

My baby looked at me like, "Damn it, I hate when you back on the shits"

Looked at it like this

I-I-I gotta stack it and flip

Yeah, this my Fargo shit man

I go, I go missin' for a month and this is what you do

Wait, I'ma take y'all way back, way, way back

Before the old school, before the Maybach

Whoever came back

And put the Maple Leaf on the Jays hat

I was on court chillin' with my niggas

On the corner fuckin' with the felons

Wishin' for the Honda Civic

Pacin', smokin' outta staircases in the ceilin'

Dawg, I just want a new job

Want my old girl to get a boob job

Want my new girl to get a new job

Yellin', "2Pac, 2Pac, 2Pac"

Two Glocks strapped all up on my waist

For any nigga trippin' around my way

Mini Mac, strapped for haters in the back

In this mini black JanSport backpack

Nigga, matter fact, uh

Rollin' blunts with my nigga Rocky

All we do is go, all we do is go, all we do is go

No, no, ain't shit can stop me

I remember nights, uh

Livin' check to check to check to check

Fuckin' hoes neck to neck to neck to neck to neck to neck to neck to neck, wait

(She ain't fuckin' with Fargo)

I don't be stressin' these hoes

Ridin' around with that thing

You shitted on me

I, I don't be stressin' these hoes

I just pour liquor for niggas, that's it

I do not fuck with you though

You shitted on me

And I can't wait to blow on you

I can't wait to blow on you

I can't wait to blow

I can't wait to blow on you

I can't wait to blow on you

I can't wait to blow

Wait, niggas hatin' on me like I ain't pay for it, I ain't slave for it

Wasn't workin' night to night to day for it

Had to wait for it, had to spend a couple extra days for it

Bitch, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Couple bitches that go hand in head

I'm talkin', hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe, wait

Hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe

I heard so-and-so is in your new car

Two friends for my two dawgs

See I love a bitch that got a few flaws

Show my old bitches to my new broads

I got old bitches, I got new hoes

New flows, cars, clothes

Bentley whip, Ferrari doors

I'm Ari Gold in Entourage

I'm fuckin' hoes that's on your squad, uh

Fargo, call me Argentina

Hate to be the reason

Why your dream bitches never get to see ya

Never, ever, ever, ever, ever

Me forever, ever, ever, ever, ever?

Hell yeah, niggas jealous of us

Gettin' hella, hella, hella, hella chedder

Got an elevator in my Hella Yela

Women love me like I'm on the Ellen show

Hella bars for my felon flow

Niggas hella hard hearin' blind to 'em

Gotta hit 'em with that Helen Keller flow

I fucked a lot of bitches, Lord forgive me

Father God, know I did a lot of sinnin'

Now, I'm watchin' every one of my decisions

'Cause I know the fact that even though I'm livin'

Nigga livin' under 'only God conditions'

So in my position

Gotta mob on the competition

Gotta squab on the opposition

Audemaur got me fuckin' every damn bitch in there like

"Dawg, dawg, I got all the bitches"

Subtractin' all you weak hoes

Stack money, money 'til it's all addition, wait

I, I don't be stressin' these hoes

I just pour liquor for niggas, that's it

I do not fuck with you though

You shitted on me

And I can't wait to blow on you

I can't wait to blow on you

I can't wait to blow

I can't wait to blow on you

I can't wait to blow on you

I can't wait to blow

Back To The Crib (Freestyle) lyrics - Tory Lanez

Look, aha, yup, you know I had to murder this

Shawty type cold, ice froze, no preservatives

Young lad, walk into the pad with a heard a chicks

That's why I don't even talk to 'em, I just chirp a bitch

Nah I'm lyin' I just BBM

Got a bunch of fake niggas tryna BB him

Clean BMs is what these hoes see me in

See these rich niggas, yeah, I'm tryna BB them

Yeah, aha

Before whores, I'm a 4 door

Here come the pussy, get it deeper than the corridor

Report whores, 4 more up in the Ford Explorer

It's the truth, I'm not Boots like Dora Dora

My Nike Checks Val Veto

Shawty I'm recordin', I ain't talkin' 'bout TIVO

She say the 'Dick Game' like a torpedo

So I'm a take her home, and I ain't talkin' 'bout the deep hole

No wait, we sittin' eating creme brulee

Now she wanna take it all back, OJ

No doorman, got a lotta bitches on me

Plus I'm probably with yo mommy, and she got me feelin' raunchy

Feel like fuckin' fuckin' her

Fuck it, put the fuck in her

Now it's back to money man, I'm all about my duckies, brah

Now hustle up and get your buckins up

Your team celibate, you can't fuck with us

Eh, I make a stitch girl horny

And a sky girl stormy

And a fly girl corny

The hoes, yeah, yeah, they all just adore me

I spit the heat, straight from the grill like a 'Forman'

Put your dumb haters in 'Defeat' (The feet), like some Jordans

Or some Nike Checks, so tell me what your sportin'

Tim, no Hortons, been so important

Smooth Criminal, you couldn't Trace Me (Tracy), like Morgan

Yeah, yeah, and I don't even Colla Back

I ain't Gwen Stefani, I don't holla back

Yeah, yeah, and nigga you can Prada that

Like a phone company, tell us, and Roger That

Yeah, just the top of my frame

Got ya girl lookin' good from the top of my frane

Yeah, I'm just freestylin' off the top of my brain

Now it seems like every hoe wanna give me top of some brains, nigga

Blackout lyrics - Imanbek & Tory Lanez

We out here drinking like we thirsty

Pour the shots up, baby, it's your birthday

Ooh, tomorrow, I'ma need a first aid

But hey, this gon' be the best night of my life

We out here drinking like we thirsty

Pour the shots up, baby, it's your birthday

Ooh, tomorrow, I'ma need a first aid

But hey, this gon' be the best night of my life

Liquor drunk, I got Henny in my system

Big toke, big smoke going in slow

Too hot, somebody open up a window

You outside but I'ma get you in though

One shot, you got me cruising, got me cruising, baby

Two shots, you got me stepping on the gas

Three shots, I'ma have to jump out the car, baby

And by the fourth shot, ayy, somebody done call a cab for me

Five shots, I can't taste the liquor no more

Six shots, but no wastin', oh

Even the seventh, it's finally gettin' to my head

And by the eighth shot, blackout

Liquor drunk, I got Henny in my system

Big toke, big smoke going in slow

Too hot, somebody open up a window

You outside but I'ma get you in though

Liquor drunk, I got Henny in my system

Big toke, big smoke going in slow

Too hot, somebody open up a window

You outside but I'ma get you in though

One shot, you got me cruising, got me cruising, baby

Two shots, you got me stepping on the gas

Three shots, I'ma have to jump out the car, baby

And by the fourth shot, ayy, somebody done call a cab for me

Five shots, I can't taste the liquor no more

Six shots, but no wastin', oh

Even the seventh, it's finally gettin' to my head

And by the eighth shot, blackout

We out here drinking like we thirsty

Pour the shots up, baby, it's your birthday

Ooh, tomorrow, I'ma need a first aid

But hey, this gon' be the best night of my life

We out here drinking like we thirsty

Pour the shots up, baby, it's your birthday

Ooh, tomorrow, I'ma need a first aid

But hey, this gon' be the best night of my life

But hey, this gon' be the best night of my life

Blue Jay Season lyrics - Tory Lanez

Fargo...Estefan Fargo

S.T.E

Hahaha

Yeah... Fargo

S.T.E

Yeah, I heard word around town is I'm poppin' now

Bad bitch recline my seat before she top me down

Just invested in two choppers and they on me now

Bitch all you hear was 'grr grr' when I'm hoppin' out

Put them bitches in a Range Rove'

Hit a mission with my niggas then I change clothes

Niggas runnin' for that paper like Usain Bolt

You hit my bitch I fuck your girl, that's how the game go

You know how that sayin' go

Girl, you know I'm poppin' off

Give me head and make sure you make that shit sloppy now

If you with it you gon' meet me at the lobby now

Say you not but girl I know that you are probably down

Now what you talkin' 'bout?

What you talkin' 'bout?

Never do we get the time but tonight feels right yeah

What you talkin' 'bout?

Never do we get the time but tonight feels

Like the blue jays

New Toronto bitch we ballin' on your Blu-rays

I've been mobbin' 'round the city for like two days

Stashin' all this dirty money in a suit case, whoa

Don't you know that we got plenty choppers

Any bitch inside my kitchen cook like Betty Crocker

Niggas say that they gon' rob me bitch don't let me stop ya

Uncle Speedy, B.M.F., he down to let it drop you

Hit G Weed on the cellphone

Make that call from Compton they'll be out on Melrose

Trained shooters and they down to touch the railroad

And they down to do you colder than the hail snow, whoa

That shit tell you that I'm poppin' now

When I pull up in that Wraith, that ain't no talkin' now

Hater niggas talkin' payments but I bought it, wow

Reason why we not pull up, them bitches hoppin' out

Now what you talkin' 'bout?

What you talkin' 'bout?

Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah

What you talkin' 'bout?

Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah

Never do we ever get the time, never seen again, right

Now I want the time, today I got the time, right

I'm down south, east Atlanta, Georgia

And I'm ridin', yeah, and I'm rollin', yeah

Took the train down south, old bars, strip clubs down dirty 6, yeah

And I'm rollin', yeah

Rollin' downtown, West 401

Rollin', yeah

Bodmon Song lyrics - Tory Lanez

Shawty, you know how I'm strokin' on it

When I pull up 4 in the mornin'

We can smoke, girl, if you want it

We can smoke, just roll up pon it

I do the things that you wan' do

All of the things that you want too

Do anything 'cause I want you

Do anything 'cause I want you

Oh, pull up in designer

Girl, that body's purer than water, smell like Dasani

Sippin' on Henny

'Bout to hit your bitch with that see you in the mañana

Mi need a bad one by me

Mi need a bad one beside me

They see dem suck pussy boi, try me

Bodmon, you can't do ah man grimy

Mi gun on me

Case informer wan' come find mi

Smokin' on Bob Marley

Mi hit di stage and di gyal jump 'pon mi

A bodmon song

A bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah

One bodmon song

One bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah

When I pull up in Armani

Bere Hennessy, we nah do no gin & tonic

Fuckin' bwoy dem nuh wan' find me

Fire fi dem, no we nuh chill with informer

No man ah make it from my ends

And no man ah tek way from my space

Mi pray dem jah jah bless all di likkle yutes, while we sing

A bodmon song

A bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah

One bodmon song

One bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah

Dis a bodmon song

Dis a bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah

One bodmon song

One bodmon song man ah sing, yeah

Can't Stand It lyrics - Kierra Luv x Tory Lanez

[Kierra Luv:]

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Broke the bank, cashed out

I kept dancin'

Dun D-D-D-Deal

Locked in, tryna make a couple moves before I touch down

Money callin', wrist splash, I'm glistenin'

I pay attention to the commas when we talkin'

You know I'm all about the paper, babe

Tell me that you proud of me

Don't you ever lie to me

This ain't what I wanted, baby, this is what it gotta be

It ain't no declinin' me, takin' no apology

Tryna take it out but they don't know what's up inside of me

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Broke the bank, cashed out

I kept dancin'

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Broke the bank, cashed out

I kept dancin'

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit

[Tory Lanez:]

I'm flippin' these bags for real

Checkin' my D's in front of my check up in all in my head for real

Flipped 17 in out DC, saw saving these bags to chill

I get my money and they can't stand it for real

All of my dawgs got sticks and choppas and they gon' blame them shits for real

Damages, I promise, I can't plan this shit for real

Manage with Smith & cousin bandage it for real

We pull up, hoppin' out the Benz Jeep

Sellin' water with your baby mama in Miami (Yeah)

Fuck the gloves, I can whip the brick hands free (Yeah)

Bitch I'm from the brick and I can't let no nigga scam me (Yeah)

Trap block boomin' 'cause my niggas got no plan B

I'm dandy, sip, sippin' Brandy, with drippin' candy, oh yeah

[Kierra Luv:]

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Broke the bank, cashed out

I kept dancin'

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Broke the bank, cashed out

I kept dancin'

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit

Need more than a bill when I pull up

You ain't talkin' no check, boy shut up

All gas, propane, when I fill up

Leave you sick to your stomach, might throw up

It ain't true unless I told you

You stuck on my old moves

They claimin' that they down better quit 'fore I expose you

I had some ups, I had some downs

I had to break, I had to fall

I had some wins but understand that I also took a loss

Been a few that tried to cross and just like that they paid the cost

It ain't much for me to say, I think that I might risk it all

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Broke the bank, cashed out

I kept dancin'

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Broke the bank, cashed out

I kept dancin'

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit

Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit

Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit

CAP lyrics - Tory Lanez

What the fuck is that?

Ayy, everybody has their own drink

Told the beef was over, that was, ayy

Said the beef was over, that was motherfuckin' cap

Don't need no fuckin' handouts, let alone a dap, yeah

[?] the force until you know I played it crap, yeah

Taboo in Miami, I'm too rich for boobytrap, yeah

Ayy, it's some niggas I don't like

So I'm throwin' signs in the street, I'm off stride, yeah

It's on sight, so I said it's on sight, uh

Bitches tryna end me, so I can not be polite, uh

Millionaire, I ain't stoppin' at no lights

But shit replay inside my head enough and I'ma fight, yeah

Promise that I buy that bitch a Birkin, mm, sike, uh

Promise that I buy that bitch a Birkin, uh, sike

Threw that pussy and I caught it, J. Rice

Know that bitch is mine, but I might now own her rights

Yeah, that bitch said she went skydivin' twice

Jumped up on his dick and said that bit' was scared of heights

Yeah, I'm too lit for boobytrap, uh

I can't go to Louis closets like a Louis rag, uh

Swarmin' with the scammers, can't do Niemans with no [?], uh

You keep it a hundred, shit, I rather keep a fifty

Lil' bitch, fives on the fours

Walked into Amiri and they told me "Strike a pose"

Like a fat bitch, you know I show up with the rolls

Ken just got them two best friends to fuck, I said "goals"

He a bird, he probably in the ex four

Plus the only party that we know is next door

You know these niggas talkin', know these pussy boys a joke

You got a Goyard on your birthday 'cause that nigga broke, uh

Yeah, I'm too rich for boobytrap

Just bought a pharmacy with Doctor T, we off the map

The casa, the migo, that shit right where I'm at

He would say somethin' back, but he need Cardi B for that

My wrists cost a nigga whole career, nigga

Eighteen-point-seven in a year, nigga

Said the beef was over, that was motherfuckin' cap

Don't need no fuckin' handouts, let alone a dap, yeah

[?] the force until you know I played it crap

Taboo in Miami, I'm too rich for boobytrap, yeah

Ayy, it's some niggas I don't like

So I'm throwin' signs in the street, I'm off stride, yeah

It's on sight, so I said it's on sight, uh

Bitches tryna end me, so I can not be polite

Ayy, everybody has their own drink

Chauffeur lyrics - Diljit Dosanjh & Tory Lanez

Diljit Dosanjh!

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ)

Pourin' out Houston Texas

I'm like fuck my exes

Talm' I disconnect us

I got brand new bitches

Then got head for breakfast

Got a shot for any pussy boy that disrespect us

No it don't matter to me

When I got that lighter on me

I pull up in the back of the V

You know I keep shooters around me so none of these niggas gon' chat about me

10 in the 4, 4 in the 10, I'm pulling up icy

Rolling around in a McLaren and the gun is right over the white tee

Know that she like me

I know that I'm pricey

She know that I roll with them niggas that's down to go roll with the ah ah

Kill I nigga on a track then I come back in the same outfit

Got my dream girl in dream car, it ain't even come out yet

Pourin up the dirty in the sodas (Sodas)

Sitting in the back with the Chauffeur (Chauffeur)

Choppa cut a nigga like a lowcut

Don't make a nigga pull up put it on ya

Pourin up the dirty in the sodas (Aye)

Sitting in the back with the Chauffeur (Aye)

Choppa cut a nigga like a lowcut (Aye)

Don't make a nigga pull up put it on ya

ਵੈਲੀ ਗੁੜ੍ਹਤੀ ਚੋਂ ਲੈੰਦੇ ਵੈਲਪੁਣੇ ਦੀ ਬੀਊਟੀ

ਛੇ ਗੋਲੀ ਦੇ ਸ਼ਿੰਦੇ ਦੀ ਪੱਕੀ ਲੱਕ ਤੇ ਡਿਊਟੀ (Grrraa)

ਵੈਲੀ ਗੁੜ੍ਹਤੀ ਚੋਂ ਲੈੰਦੇ ਵੈਲਪੁਣੇ ਦੀ ਬੀਊਟੀ

ਛੇ ਗੋਲੀ ਦੇ ਸ਼ਿੰਦੇ ਦੀ ਪੱਕੀ ਲੱਕ ਤੇ ਡਿਊਟੀ

ਬੋਲੇ ਕਗਾਂ ਵਿੱਚ ਲੋਰ

ਦੇਖ ਝੂਮ ਝੂਮ ਤੋਰ

ਬੋਲੇ ਕਗਾਂ ਵਿੱਚ ਲੋਰ

ਮੁੜਾਂ ਟੈਂਕ ਵਾਂਗੂ ਮੋੜ

ਇਕ ਤੇਰੇ ਆਲੇ ਮਸਲੇ ਚ ਪਿਆਰ ਵਰਤਾਂ

ਬਾਕੀ Chauffeur ਦੇ ਨਾਲ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Pourin up the dirty in the sodas (ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Sitting in the back with the Chauffeur (ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Choppa cut a nigga like a lowcut (ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Don't make a nigga pull up put it on ya (ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Pourin up the dirty in the sodas (ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Sitting in the back with the Chauffeur (ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Choppa cut a nigga like a lowcut (ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Don't make a nigga pull up put it on ya

ਤਿੱਖੀ ਰੱਖੀਏ ਕਰਾ ਕੇ ਦੇਖ ਮੇਖ ਵਾਂਗੂ ਮੁੱਛ

ਹੁੰਦੀ ਖੂਨ ਰੰਗੀ ਅੱਖ ਕਿਹੜੇ ਰੇਟ ਨਾ ਤੂੰ ਪੁੱਛ

ਤਿੱਖੀ ਰੱਖੀਏ ਕਰਾ ਕੇ ਦੇਖ ਮੇਖ ਵਾਂਗੂ ਮੁੱਛ

ਹੁੰਦੀ ਖੂਨ ਰੰਗੀ ਅੱਖ ਕਿਹੜੇ ਰੇਟ ਨਾ ਤੂੰ ਪੁੱਛ

ਸਿਰ ਬਾਬੇ ਦੀ ਬਲੈਸ

ਪੂਰੀ ਟੌਰ ਟੱਪਾ ਯੈਸ

ਸਿਰ ਬਾਬੇ ਦੀ ਬਲੈਸ

ਚਿੱਟਾ ਕੁੜਤਾ ਡਰੈਸ

ਇਕ ਤੇਰੇ ਆਲੇ ਮਸਲੇ ਚ ਪਿਆਰ ਵਰਤਾਂ

ਬਾਕੀ Chauffeur ਦੇ ਨਾਲ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ

Pourin up the dirty in the sodas

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Sitting in the back with the Chauffeur

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Choppa cut a nigga like a lowcut

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Don't make a nigga pull up put it on ya

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Pourin up the dirty in the sodas

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Sitting in the back with the Chauffeur

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Choppa cut a nigga like a lowcut

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Don't make a nigga pull up put it on ya

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Don't make a nigga pull up put it on ya

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ)

City Boy Summer lyrics - Tory Lanez

(He's a sweet soul brother)

Hahaha, uh

Yeah

Lil' Tory, uh

Yeah

I think they know what the fuck it is, nigga

I touched down in H-Town

Put my feet down like it's lava on the ground, baby

Yeah

First thing I'ma do, I'ma call my nigga Junior up

Aka call your jeweller 'cause you never got a Cuban tucked

I swear, haha

Rap a lot, you know what it is

We goin' to peep tings at the after spot

That's how I rock, baby

Been One Umbrella shit

Proud to have yellow mixed, nigga, you know how I get down, yeah

We literally outside too, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?

If you lookin' for me, I'm sayin' like

601 motherfucker, Richmond Ave., nigga

That's, that's where I'm at, nigga

Ha, uh

Had to check me a ho comin' down

Bail out money, I got my dawg off the ground

I might've sold brown but I sippin' on Doja

Fly city nigga, I'm a motherfuckin' soldier

I fucked a ho then I left on her skis

Get her on cheese, I still iced pack her knees

'Cause that pussy bloody like it's set trippin'

The way it's wet and grippin', walkin' out, her leg limpin'

I got like two hoes doin' tricks and new shows

And with me four, tell my nigga Nyce, "Hit two more"

I might hit the Sprite with the ice and move slow

And I might even date a bitch for a month and move on

I'm a young nigga slashin'

Nigga be talkin' down but I be havin' it

The bad lil' bitches that used to diss me, throwin' that ass backwards

My ice chunky

I grew up right beside the junkies

I'm fuckin' that ho, with a prettier face, her ass is like a donkey

I be out East, fuck talking 'bout peace, it's 'bout beef

Where I'm from niggas talkin' down, we knockin' out teeth

That's right, I pulled one of your grill

A nigga comin' down in that Cullinan still

I got that screw in my cup and that Pimp C playin'

And your bitch will get fucked if your bitch keep playin'

I'm too ice for her life, what my wrists keep sayin'

Kill that pussy once or twice but I still keep slayin'

And I beat that pussy blue like I'm Tookie

I can't even lie, man, that bitch almost took me

Pro-athlete at the sex but I turned her to a rookie

I couldn't stop, turn in Tyson, I kept juggin'

I grizzled on that bitch like Rozay, yeah

Cry about a bitch, wow, my dawg I'm more player

I'm in that bitch gut like she got no naval

Say I'm a snack, lil' bitch, eat the whole table

Got this bitch strippin' so I threw some ass on her

So when niggas see her, can't nobody can pass on her

I bought her French tips, them heels and long kickers

Now she a deep curl, Brazilian long incher

And bring me my money

I got two red-headed hoes, two light skins, two dark skins

And two PlayBoy bunnies

I said single y'all divided but together y'all a fleet

I get cash in my seat but my house get no peace

I've been swangin', swervin'

Damn near hit the damn curb when I turned in

They ain't wanna see my Black ass in Surburban housin'

Walkin' outside and white folks see him, he sellin' ounces

All of my dawgs need counsellin' and bouncers

Walk in the mall buyin' shit, we can't pronounce yet

I got this cash, bitch, somebody please announce it

Just got that ass did, now she can't even bounce it

Diamonds cut you, you can't buy it, don't touch it

Got .30's and clutches, etcetera and then such

Extendo grips and Glock clips and chopsticks

My dawg like a janitor, just hand me the mopstick

Don't call my phone if you on some opp shit

Don't call my phone if you on some sob shit

Don't call my phone here, talkin' some hot shit

Don't call my phone, too much, get blocked, bitch

Lemon pepper stepper, tell me how my Pateky look

Yeah, I look good but not as good as my paper look

I got this Asian bitch, she do me good on the pedicure

Flip-flop flippers, that depend how the weather for, I'm gone

Fifty-five souls but them hoes know I'm on

I'm hopin' that my nigga Zero get to hear this song

So he can know I did this no wrong

In these figures, and church to my motherfuckin'-

Come Back To Me lyrics - Tory Lanez

She got someone that she sees late night, I know this

I'm just tryin' take that position from em'

We been talking on the low, I know one day you'll notice

I think I found her, she's so astoundin'

Everywhere she go, that music play, she looks so soundish

Niggas crowd around her, but that's ain't what she 'round for

Search around the world and I can't find what she surrounds me with

I know that she was made for me

I know that heaven must've saved you just for me

The way that I feel right now can't be coincidence

The way that you feel right now can't mean you're innocent

To all of the ones that have been in love with you

This is a fuck you to all you niggas

We had some good times, I've been in love with you

All of them good times, I wish them good times

Can come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

Smoking loud and on patron, I'm in my zone, I'm in it

Ain't no one can stop this feeling that we got, no oh

You make it feel the way you used to feel back when we did it

Oh listen baby, top down in the winter your city baby, hey

How many shots does it take just to get you all on it?

Girl, how many moves I gotta make? I start to talk all honest

Girl I want you, can't help it if you need me, don't leave me

I'd be fucked up, I'm waiting

I say

To all of the ones that have been in love with you

This is a fuck you to all you niggas

We had some good times, I've been in love with you

All of them good times, I wish them good times

Can come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

Controlla (Remix) lyrics - Tory Lanez

Fargo, get on some real yard shit come in on it like this

No one gyal can satisfy me

Mi need more fuel for the lime green

Mi nuh know one gyal can deny me

Mi know seh mi chain shiny but why pree?

Mi a controlla, young soldier, once over

Any man ah diss we ah get slumped over

Nuh fi scared of the ting, gyal come closer

You need fi come over

Bad man we nuh watch that

Even when mi need fi watch that

I got my gun on me

If mi ever need fi shot that

One time, yeah

One time for the rude boy, yeah, you know that

Hundred down on the new toy and you know that

I've been lookin' for you, baby

You need somebody wavy

300 down on the Wraith, I bought the whole thing

Young nigga gettin' this cake, it's not a joke ting

I'm that nigga and I'm wavy

These hoes never 'bout to play me, okay

And nuh wait for the ting, she ah push pon it

But I'm on it, shawty up on it

Come bruk it down and

Baby, I'm on it

Top down in the mornin', tell me you want it

She be fuckin' for a come up, I got no condoms

Hit my nigga on the low, "Ray, go get the condoms"

We poppin', we got the hoes, they pullin' up on us

But still I'ma keep it low 'cause shawty know I got it

Shawty know I'm on it

Pull up upon mi wanna rub up upon pon mi

Come fuck with the top shotta

Money on me

No, no likkle man can harm me

I'm on it

You know I got it on me but wait gyal

I've been lookin' for you, baby

You know that a nigga wavy

Top down in the Mercedes

Drop down for a young nigga, yeah-yeah-yeah

I've been lookin' for you, baby

You know that a nigga wavy

Top down in the Mercedes, yeah

No one gyal can satisfy me

Mi need more fuel for the lime green

Mi nuh know one gyal can deny me

Mi know seh mi chain shiny but why pree?

No one gyal can satisfy me

I need some fuel for the lime green

If we ah fuck gyal like you ah fuck man, you can't call man grimy

No-no, but wait, but wait

She ah go let me fuck soon

Wait, just wait

Uh-no-no

Why dem haffi break this ting down?

Yeah, Fargo

No one gyal can satisfy me

Mi need more fuel for the lime green

I'm smokin' on lava and pine tree

Them hoes, they can never deny me

And I need fi know all that you need me for

You're the one that I want in the club

After all, don't you see these hoes?

Nothin' like you, nothin' like you, nothin' like you

Convertible Burt lyrics - Tory Lanez & Kevin Gates

(Come in)

[Tory Lanez:]

Hop in that bitch and I go

I cannot stress this bitch no more

Fifty racks came outside from the mall

Still come kick down your door

I don't got no time for no fuck shit

All in the packet, lil' baby gon' bust it

All of my hunnids, they printed out blue

And they new and I knew it as soon as I touched it

Bad joint, hop out the whip

Let a nigga up it, I'ma up out the stick

Say you finna catch me in traffic

My little nigga in the backseat, shoot an opp out the whip

I ain't finna fuck shit, nah, nah, hop in that Scat and that's that

I made her put a whole ten in her bag

Used to talk real crazy to a nigga, but I made her put it back in her track

703, put the dice back down to the ground

But you know a nigga bettin' on me

Broke boy, he ain't got nothin' on me

I hop out the whip, I'm stuntin' on three

Niggas on dick and they hoverin'

I'm poppin' so hard, that bitch let my brother hit

Tropical water on me like I'm Fiji

I used to set that shit up on a PG

I know the scammers, the trappers, the killers

Tryna cop baby Pampers and some pillows

I'm with the Ace, smokin' gorilla

You see my jacket? This shit chinchilla

I just got back on road, now I'm iced up

Like I just got fifty outta DR

Sendin' you fuck boys to the ER

They say nobody poppin', bitch, well we are

Bitch, I might land in the strip in Miami

My bitch is gon' fuck me and never gon' dump me

Right out the dealer, I'm sendin' these pictures

Girl, and I know that they never gon' touch me

Bitch is go-happy, go-lucky

All of my niggas, they don't care, stand with no ducky

All of my rap friends, don't y'all come around shinin' that ice, my man might buck ya

Now that I'm all independent, I'm out of my label

I promise I play about nothin'

Ain't got no label restrictions or politics

Niggas, they talk and they play, I'ma bust it, ayy

Like how I jugg and I stick it, though

I got that green on my body like Piccolo

She wanna fuck with a gigolo

I'm hittin' these hoes, 'bout to deuce like Bigalow, ayy

Granite, I came out the dirt

Door on the Aventador slanted, I came out, I skrrt

Nigga, don't play on my turf

Play with this choppa, I bet this shit rain on your Earth

You want a wifey? You said that you'll give her your worth

I hit that shit, it was dirt

Then I slid off in a 'vert

Felt like Convertible Burt, ayy, uh, Tory

[Kevin Gates:]

Air Force 1s, NFL trainin'

In the game with an NFL trainer

Movin' pail, tracker on a trailblazer

Caught a sale, what a major bill changer

I'm in the lead in a league of my own

Supplyin' the peace, get a piece of me gone

I'm in the streets and they ringin' my phone (Hello?)

Surprisin' to me, I can't leave it alone

I'm in a sports car

Roll down the window and then I unfasten her sports bra

Don't tell me you love her

Permanent stain in the streets, I got love scars

A big handful of mushrooms, I take some and recharge

Iced out, slid the clip in the stainless

Lifestyle of the rich and the famous

Close quarters in the whip with a gangster

Pipe down up in here 'fore I spank you

Pull up, park around the bend

I walk down, never slid (Uh-uh), yeah

I got power, no pretend, yeah

Only cowards like to spin, yeah (Yeah)

Barbershop, we for real, yeah

Grip the clippers, split a wig, yeah

Caught a clip, you're in a wheelchair

We go to war this time

Put it on party time

Turnin' your party down

And I'ma walk 'em round

Know I'm a god now

Crocodile Teeth (Freestyle) lyrics - Tory Lanez

Unuh don't try me

Badman ting we a gwaan grimy

Tell a so pussy boy, "Why pree?"

We shot bare people cah nutn nuh gwaan inna my street

Nigga, new 'matic

New choppa and bullet fi di new static

Pon block, me nuh care about who catch it

Mi hip fling when the ting haffi do magic, ahh

All a mi gyal have new titty

Batty well fat, face pon too pretty

You woulda tink seh me pay bout $250

All a di gyal, I wonder wah dem ago do to me

Light skin, big batty, a Shenseea

Badmind people wan' dead me off

Babylon wan' come send me off

Can't let a fuckboy friend me off, friend me off

Fava Shenseea

Badmind people wan' dead me off

Babylon wan' come send me off

Can't let a fuckboy friend me off, friend me off

Money say "Come again," cash keep doublin'

Fat pussy gyal inna mi Cullinan, come again

Man wan fi trick shots, ha, dem a bun him skin

Fuck bare gyal, white ting, cum guzzlin'

Bullets like Beenie Man, haffi hit one a dem, two of dem

Reload the clip, pff, hit another few of dem

We nuh watch pickney when dem talk, yeah

We just wait 'til them grow up den we shot dem

One ting me know, mi nah go a jail again

And to mi dawgs, we never gonna fail again

And to mi baby mother, yah mi real friend

And when mi come up me a give you 'bout a billion

Batty, a Shenseea

Badmind people wan' dead me off

Babylon wan' come send me off

Can't let a fuckboy friend me off, friend me off

New 'matic, new Rollie Plain Jane and a new Patek

Fuck she fresh off the plane with the new batty

Me nuh save no gyal, take who jacket?

Save that for di man ya move back with'

The ting offa mi coat, nuh care who catch it

Nah, said man ya badman, but still a gad man

Me nuh fear no tall boy, me a short man but me shot man

Give me tun tun and the tan tan, rude bwoy badman

"Boom Bye Bye" to the pussy like Banton

Way off to mi block they a go tell you I'm a top man

The top shotta, we a shot dem

Shenseea

Badmind people wan' dead me off

Babylon wan' come send me off

Can't let a fuckboy friend me off, friend me off

Shenseea

Badmind people wan' dead me off

Babylon wan' come send me off

Can't let a fuckboy friend me off, friend me off

You see (And do you see?)

Bare gunman deh 'round me (Gunman 'round me)

Gunman inna Portmore

Mi have gunman inna Kingston

Have bare gunman inna Tivoli

Mi have nuff gunman in Spanish town

Gunman in a jungle dem, see (Gunman in jungle dem)

Bare gunman deh 'round me (Gunman 'round me, gunman 'round me)

Decisions lyrics - Josh K, Tory Lanez & Louis B

She never seen

She never been

Put some money in your hand, you feel different (Feel different)

Baby, I could change your life

Comin' up in young nigga sprintin' (Skrrt, Skrrt)

Where we goin', we don't need no phone

And your life could be different, if you listen (Ooh)

Tough luck, nigga yea that's right

I'm the friend, that your lady always missin' (Ooh)

Can't do no nine to five, fuck a bitch (Okay)

She never seen so much money in all in one room

I could tell she like the styles and the coupe (Okay)

She never been on a first class flight to the go

I love when you hop out the ghost (Okay)

She never seen so much money in all in one room

I could tell she like the styles and the coupe (Okay)

She never been on a first class flight to the go

I love when you hop out the ghost

She wanna vibe with a nigga

Baby, bust it open and split the size on a nigga (Ooh)

Vibe with me, vibe with me

Eyes in the figure, ass fat as she

Never open back then, super sized on a nigga

Now look at you baby, Is it true baby?

[?], no Jimmy Choo baby

You got me again

With that pretty cool crazy

She was frontin' owin' money got her too hazy

I'm too fade up, you too laid up

Fuckin' up your make up

Let's eat steaks with the shrimps in Jamaica

You highly favored

Did it sixteen is supposed to be a [?]

She never seen so much money in all in one room

I could tell she like the styles and the coupe (Okay)

She never been on a first class flight to the go

I love when you hop out the ghost (Okay)

She never seen so much money in all in one room

I could tell she like the styles and the coupe (Okay)

She never been on a first class flight to the go

I love when you hop out the ghost

Why you scared boo? (Boo)

Whatchu never seen a ghost?

We can hit Tulum, maybe even let you drive the boat

What's your cash app? (Ooh)

Show you where this cash at

You got that firebox, got that hellcat

Throat baby, double the seize

It flawless for your AP, double the V's

Double r's, double you's, we ain't take no L's

Shots at the zoo, lemme ring your bell *Ding*

She never seen so much money in all in one room

I could tell she like the styles and the coupe (Okay)

She never been on a first class flight to the go

I love when you hop out the ghost (Okay)

She never seen so much money in all in one room

I could tell she like the styles and the coupe (Okay)

She never been on a first class flight to the go

I love when you hop out the ghost (Okay)

Diamonds lyrics - Tory Lanez

Yeah fuck with me

Drunk as fuck and yeah I'm finally in this bitch yeah

And my bitch is finally with the shits yeah

Never let me fuck, she 'bout to get this dick, yeah

Picture look like diamonds on me baby

On my drink, there's too much diamonds on the bottle

All of my niggas got hundos, we throwin' 'em on ya bae

Shawty you gon' need a poncho, we throwin' it on ya bae

We about to fuck up ACES (fuck it up)

Hit the dancers and the waitress (every bitch inside the club)

Show the money, fuck the talkin'

She ain't here for conversation

But I bet she seen these diamonds on me baby

Don't be scared to climb up on me baby

Just don't spill your Sprite up on me baby

Be polite, I got designer on me baby, yeah

Me and E-Feezy be fucking the baddest bitches in the city nigga

Women be waitin' all over the bitch when I pull up the fuck on a pretty nigga

Gettin' lit, 35, billboard like I'm Diddy nigga

When I'm steppin' up in New York, all the bitches gettin' litty with us

Drunk as fuck and yeah I'm finally in this bitch yeah

And my bitch is finally with the shits yeah

Never let me fuck, she 'bout to get this dick, yeah

Picture look like diamonds on me baby

All that drink it's too much diamonds on me baby

All of my niggas got hundos, we throwin' 'em on ya bae

Shawty you gon' need a poncho, we throwin' it on ya bae

Pull up at The Ritz and I'm about to fuck your bitch

It's the nigga with the 6, I can find me a bitch

'Bout to find me a bitch, 'bout to find me a bitch

Say I love, say I love her but I'm lyin' to the bitch

Say I'm lyin' to the bitch, I be lyin' to the bitch

Got a 4 plus a motherfuckin' 5 on my hip

That's a 9 on my shit

Ain't no Cubic, ain't no motherfuckin' rhine on my wrist

Just some V-V-V-V-V-VS diamonds on my shit

I fuck dimes in my 'Vette

I'm a savage, I might just fuck 'round, fuck mine in my whip

I'm that nigga and them bitches, they be cryin' for my dick

And tonight I'm with that certain one that I was tryna hit

Alright

Drunk as fuck and yeah I'm finally in this bitch yeah

And my bitch is finally with the shits yeah

Never let me fuck, she 'bout to get this dick, yeah

Picture look like diamonds on me baby

All that drink it's too much diamonds on me baby

All of my niggas got hundos, we throwin' 'em on ya bae

Shawty you gon' need a poncho, we throwin' it on ya bae

Don Queen (Don Q Diss) lyrics - Tory Lanez

Don't gotta do that

And Don Q together

Who's that?

Yeah, yeah, because they was—they...

Who's that?

Yo, we only doin' this shit once

It get real frightening, you know?

I get real disrespectful when niggas get neglectful of what we do over here

Highbridge stand the fuck up, yeah

Canada!

Uh, live from the DM, I'm hollerin' at your BM

We discussin' which color casket you 'bout to leave in

I did this shit for no reason, I'm lettin' rookies battle

But how did I get in this battle with A Boogie's shadow?

Big Apple, New York City, more to pity

How could I beef with a dude only poppin' in four cities?

I made Forbes with Diddys and sat top floors with 50s

And now I'm fully open, I play the bully on 'em

Call for your squad, your rescue get decimated

You lookin' like a Styles P nephew that never made it

Forever hated on niggas like Boogie and me

'Cause we was poppin' in New York and every hood that you see

The day you beat me will be the day you see see

HOT 97 feedin' you more lovin' than they feed me

Don't let these niggas gas you on that podcast and CC

Highbridge, the Label, but only one of y'all on TV

Only one of y'all'll see awards and eat with the stars

It ain't really hard to figure out who I'm speakin' up for

Now that my foot and knee in the door, let's talk about it, no walkin' out it

We 'bout to see Le'Quincy body with the chalk around it

I got the full baggage

You drive a Jeep Wrangler, the basic edition, shit ain't even the full package

Someone tell Quincy I turn beef into mince meat

Hottest of the century, why did he go up against me?

I show niggas love and hatred niggas wanna throw back

He tempted me but never had this energy for Kodak

You paid DreamDoll for a feature to get the pussy

And somehow you think you fuckin' with me

The first night I seen DreamDoll I fucked her for free

And now you walk around like somehow you got one up on me

Nigga please, this your brother part

This nigga found Soulja Boy's Gucci headband and wore it in his cover art

Why battle with A Boogie's shadow?

Why battle with A Boogie's shadow?

He ain't even a chapter, he ain't even a factor

QP and Bubba touchin' way more money than him, they ain't even the rappers

It hurts when you kill a nigga you love

Ironic that the salt thrown from the niggas that's slugs

Chewin' these niggas with no ingestion

I got a real message for my brother Quincy, my nigga, it's time to go get tested

It's a couple hoes in Starlets I know you infected

You really out here fuckin' raw with a scrotum infection

And what's worse is you know it, still you go unprotected

You need to focus on a hit, need to go get a record

See you can find a Don Q in the ho nigga section

Go get injected with whatever medicine you need to clear up

'Cause them pills ain't workin' for every time it flare up

Yuck, I'ma let you breathe on that

I'm really beggin' that you think about your physical health

You'll never see your fuckin' album on a physical shelf

I'll beat your ass, whip your kid with the belt

You never flipped it to sell

You're not a hustler, your daddy was a customer

I got the info from your baby mama playin' nympho

You drive a foreign but them 25 hundred dollar hosts ain't enough for you to pay those rentals

You a shameless mental, well my aim is mental, fuck it

My whole mood I showed y'all fuck it

My dick, I done told y'all suck it

I'll punch your fat ass in your stomach

And make everything in it go up it

You wrote a tape for your nigga that died

You made a promise it would pop and that the shit would be live

Hurts that you had to tell my nigga a lie

'Cause that mixtape flopped and so did your other five

Put the gun aside, my nigga, you ain't the one to shoot

Big guns, nigga, you got locked for a .22

Pussy gotta keep a gun on his waist

'Cause you lil' niggas scared to get punched in your face

Jada said it best, Quincy made his bed to rest

Invest in a better vest

Better for my case, these bullets rather hit your head than chest

Quit actin' like you the mob

You tryna play Gianni

But you got ran out of Amazura and Avianne

The Bridge is over, The Bridge is over

I got an extra long clip that'll hit your soldiers

My hand shoot like shampoo hit his head and shoulders

I'll send his nine year old a Barbie just to send condolence

Uh, not the money on the head

40 minutes on stage can put a hundred on his head

I made so much millis and hundreds of this bread

I can have the whole Highbridge comin' for his head

Top floor, Glock's stocked in the top drawer by the 38

Bound to bring Le'Quincy Anderson up to the pearly gates

Your daughter just came from turnin' eight

And takin' Ls right in front of her is what you tryna perpetrate?

All this blood make me regurgitate

Don't let my Bronx niggas move and have to boost up the murder rate

But since we're goin' here, I'll let you know I'm here

'Cause this record right here's 'bout to give you more shine than A Boogie ever gave you in your whole career

I spit fire, you from the east side of the Bronx, you just a Highbridge dick-rider

You mad at my nigga Mula 'cause his shit hotter

I know how it feels

Nah, I'm lyin', I don't know how it feels

I just know that everywhere I go a nigga know I'm s'posed to be real

And I don't know how exposin' me feel, fuck nigga

Just to keep it real, I'm only doin' this shit with you once

You know, I... I hope, I hope you enjoyed this shit though

I hope, I hope you take this as a blessing, you know?

This, this is a lot of pay-per-view time you're gettin' right now

I know you not used to this, you a little frightened

But it's okay, my son, you know I still fuck with you, nigga

And you know, I mean, at least off of this, at least the celebrities might know your name now, you know?

Like... I hope I did that for you

Oh, in other words too, you wild ugly, nigga

Wild fuckin' ugly, nigga

You wild ugly, nigga

Fuck outta here

Drama lyrics - Tory Lanez

Strugglin', lil niggas is hustlin'

Cops with the K-9 dogs they never muzzlin'

Buttons on apartment floors that we be buzzin' in

There's something real, someone in trouble and all the youngin' em

I'd kill for my youning' em, feel for the youngin' em

Tryin' to make a mill, to make a meal for my youngin' em

Something I'm discoverin', when we start to love again

That'll be the day we get some peace

But other than that there'll be niggas in the streets

Mad when it's the winter and niggas can't afford heat

When the baby want Jordan's but daddy can't afford sneaks

Like what's more important, a pair of J's or the feast

He look at his girl, he gotta provide

It's cold in the house, it's hot outside

And I don't mean that in a weather sense

There's stupid niggas on the premises

Brothers tryin' to be hard headed and so they hella dense

4 year murder still nobody found no evidence

Gotta live your life 'cause all that other shit irrelevant

Caught up in the light will take your breath up out your [?]

I read about this way back, back in genesis

This is for the mothers holding baby's in they stomachs

Going crazy 'cause their lover is never there, and rubbers were never there

When lusting you never cared, you frontin'

You just cared about a nut or something

Well something up in your mind was tellin' you don't do it, it's too soon

Now you got a little daughter she'll be 2 soon

Plus a son up in your stomach he'll be due in June

And that father try to visit in a blue moon

It's safety still, life ain't a game it's real

From the finch to the jane get filled

To the park and the scarbs all the way through steels

Lifes hard, sometimes the cut it might scar

If you live past 18 years your lifes long

Thank god for livin', them bad times we livin' em'

Prayin' that the youth gets baptised I'm serious

Niggas stop selling them cap size, get serious

Need to stop tryna be that guy 'cause really it

Really ain't worth your soul, ain't worth parole or probation

Life gets more crazy, gotta keep fighting guarantee your gon' make it

Times it will get so deep you can't take it

God gotta be the only one you leave your faith with

Safe it, sacred, place in the safe or the basement

If something worth chasing then chase it

This a serious thing, nothing to play games with

Can't trust friends, some friends will bring hatred

It's safe to say it nigga, it's so blatant but God gotta be the only one to leave your faith with

Dreaming lyrics - Mark Battles (feat. Tory Lanez)

[Tory Lanez (Mark Battles):]

Niggas can't stop my team from eating

Niggas tryna roll up on you creeping

Niggas can't stop the king from breathing

Niggas can't stop the king from dreaming

Hard Town Streets, that's where I'm from

Dark vibes Streets that's where I'm from

Hard knock life, that's where I'm from (Yo)

Cold nights gone, that's where I'm from

Come from

[Mark Battles:]

She said "I love you baby", and I wonder why

Feeling hopeless, losing focus, should I give up or try (cry)

I know God is real, but why He let my brother die

My heart went cold, it took my soul to watch my mother cry

But I'm the man now, I gotta go and get it

Yo shout out Young one, that's my nigga, man we go dependent

Anytime I make a move my bro be rollin' with it

And every nigga ain't your nigga, hope you know the difference

It's been a while now cause my life is changing

Pricey payments, nights in Vegas, switch the flight arrangements

No say you love me baby, that shit make me angry

Cause every time it felt like love that's when they left me hanging

Hmm, I'm writing music to reduce pain

I'm from a city where struggle teach you a few things

Fly America, Vasi league, we the new gang

Them niggas robbing like Blac Chyna and Bruce Wayne

Let's get it popping, they still doubting a few things

I'm mobbing with my Day 1s, no new names

I ain't never seen the truth change (people change)

[Tory Lanez:]

Niggas can't stop my team from eating

Niggas tryna roll up on you creeping

Niggas can't stop the king from breathing

Niggas can't stop the king from dreaming

Hard times Streets, that's where I'm from

Dark vibes Streets that's where I'm from

Hard knock life, that's where I'm from

Cold nights gone, that's where I'm from

Come from

[Mark Battles:]

Was tryna find time, never mind cause time flies

I'm here for hellos, no Hell Nos or Bye-byes

I'm on the good vibes the rest of my life

The pressure compresses depression, I was stressing at night

The lessons and blessings respect it, don't you question the fight

You may fear there's nothin left until you step to the right

Switch up the game plan, tryna stay the same man

Leave the way I came man

[Tory Lanez:]

Niggas can't stop my team from leading

Niggas tryna roll up on you creeping

Niggas can't stop the king from breathing

Niggas can't stop the king from dreaming

Low down Streets, that's where I'm from

Dark vibes Streets that's where I'm from

Hard knock life, that's where I'm from

Cold nights gone, that's where I'm from

Come from

Dreaming2 lyrics - Mark Battles, Tory Lanez, Chuuwee & Futuristic

[Tory Lanez:]

Niggas can't stop my team from eating

Niggas tryna roll up on you, creeping

Niggas can't stop the kid from breathing

Niggas can't stop the kid from dreaming

Hard time streets, that's where I'm from

Dark vibe streets, that's where I'm from

Hard knock life, that's where I'm from

Cold nights, guns, that's where I'm from, I'm from

[Futuristic:]

Yo

Long days, cold nights since the start of it

Rappin' in the start of it, blowin' Nintendo cartridges (Yeah)

Knew that I was destined for greatness back in my momma crib (Yeah)

She moved me to the block when niggas shot at me, I'm off of it

Yo, this takes dedication, ain't have no reservations

Addicted to this life, anxiety from separation

I keep the fakes away, from snakes I need my segregation

Nice nigga, but I throw the hands without no hesitation

This shit is different now, I'm livin' how I used to dream it

Wake up on a yacht next to my ladies, what I'm used to seein'

The king of things is what I'm used to bein'

Used to be at bus stops, now I'm in the whip that's black and European

Took the team to Europe, Tulum, Jamaica then out to Egypt

Than Australia for some shows, I had to run the fee up

Made some tea so they could feel the same as me, I had to re-up

Celebrate, we pop champagne on the plane where I lay my feet up

This shit is crazy, lookin' back at my beginnings (True)

Through the failures and the losses I always came out the winner (Big facts)

They can't stop me, I was built to make a difference

I was dreamin', now I live it and I did it independent, come on

[Tory Lanez:]

Niggas can't stop my team from eating

Niggas tryna roll up on you, creeping

Niggas can't stop the kid from breathing

Niggas can't stop the kid from dreaming

Hard times streets, that's where I'm from

Dark vibes streets, that's where I'm from

Hard knock life, that's where I'm from

Cold nights, guns, that's where I'm from, I'm from

[Mark Battles:]

Don't say you love me baby, that shit make me anxious

'Cause every time it felt like love, that's when they left me hangin'

You know that pain feel different if you don't deal with it

And disappointment feel worse if you don't heal first

I'm still fightin' for my dream, I hope it still work

Ready to fight off anything because I'm still hurt

I'm from a city where your neighborhood the real church

Stop your life before it start just like a still birth

A chill Earth, cold world but I still smirk

Won't take my smile, been on trial for a long while

Ain't committin' crimes, I'm just guilty of a different mind

No finish line, full speed 'til I get to shine (Yeah)

The picture ain't fully painted, I just hit my prime

The world is sick of us complainin' but we sick of dyin'

We don't have no dads around so what we learnin' from

My pops left when I was young, I had to get it done

She keep sayin' I'm the one but we just havin' fun

Love don't come with no insurance so I hit and run

The bullets kill you where I'm from, I had to get a gun

I kept believin' and kept dreamin', now let's have a run

[Tory Lanez:]

Niggas can't stop my team from eating

Niggas tryna roll up on you, creeping

Niggas can't stop the kid from breathing

Niggas can't stop the kid from dreaming

Hard times streets, that's where I'm from

Dark vibes streets, that's where I'm from

Hard knock life, that's where I'm from

Cold nights, guns, that's where I'm from, I'm from

[Chuuwee:]

Yeah, hey

And I gotta own the things I rap about just for my pride

Every morning when I ride, just a challenger outside

Shit, making mimes, don't know why you never try it

Pocket watchin' from the side, you'd be better off just dyin'

Right now I feel so alive, ain't no ladder we was climbin' to the top

We took no [?] stay persistent and do time

Studied every rhyme, tryna catch me in a lie

I was studyin' the game, knowledge got me on a rise

Look my baby in her eyes, can't believe I gave you life

And I put that on the 9, I'll do anything for [?]

I see all these niggas trife, show they colors, UV light

And it's colder still at night, they ain't too happy I survived, yeah

[Tory Lanez:]

Niggas can't stop my team from leading

Niggas tryna roll up on you, creeping

Niggas can't stop the kid from breathing

Niggas can't stop the kid from dreaming

Hard times streets, that's where I'm from

Dark vibes streets that's where I'm from

Hard knock life, that's where I'm from

Cold nights gone, that's where I'm from, I'm from

Where I'm from, I'm from

Where I'm from, I'm from

Elephants lyrics - Tory Lanez

Hello, it's the fly guy

Money to the sky guy

I could let the 9 color you like some tie-dye

Bars like my WiFi

Cars like a drive-by

Even when you tweeting still ain't even on my timeline

I keep it 9

I'm getting cash, times 9

I like my women real quite like some mines

I'm getting lost in the money still like find time

For the brain like I'm Einstein

I know what them bitches for

I can make your chick depart

I be hitting hoes you only see on 106 & Park

Funny that them same hoes is always at my crib to talk

If you came here just to talk

Bitch get out my whip and walk

'Cause I ain't got time to lose the time on stupid dimes

And take my head and lose my mind

I fucked these hoes two's at times is 3 at 8 and 2 at 9

See I make you feel the blinds like you don't lose your blinds

Baby give me brain and let my dick porous your mind

Get money like social banking

My hoes is so shawlankin

It's funny you boast and bragging

I ain't got no hoes to slagging

Not love in basketball

Chicks hug and pass my balls

She keep my fucking mouth shut and her ass involved

I love to freaking score

I never pass the ball

Yo chick is on my pipe, cum white as Asher Roth

Wow, bitch I bling like wow

The money Chinese so it ching like chow

Now what your whole name is?

My whip is so brainless

I let your bitch suck on my dick until her throat famous

Yo man is so nameless

And me, I'm so famous

She getting no money from you

Fuck what your whole game is

Bad bitches only

'Cause I ain't on my dick

Give me brain, shawty

Put your mind on my stick

I got thugs with me, that'll grind for the brick

Time is money, I ain't spending time on your chick

Ill, still like pitched to a mil

I'm pulling hoes like fish to a reel

My watches swimming like my wrist full of [?]

Cold dick, leave a bitch full of chills

For real

Yall niggas can flip and kill me

I'm spitting that shit that's filthy

I cut your arm and put it on me, ask you if you feel me

Ey [?] my nigga is you feeling me?

I think that he should feel me

I think that she should feel me

I'm stacking money, 'til that motherfucker hit the ceiling

Yup, my bitch sweet like some [?]

And I keep it drilling

That's a tool box nigga

Faded (Freestyle) lyrics - Tory Lanez

You know I know y'all American niggas got all your high cities and states that you rep, my nigga

But I got a whole country on my motherfuckin' back, my G

Canada all the way to the death

TO let's go my nigga what

I'm stunnin', got a bitch cummin'

I'm stunnin', got a bitch cummin'

I'm stunnin', got a bitch cummin'

Whip doors peel like a motherfuckin' onion

Know a nigga higher than the whole Grand Canyon

Break a tree down like my name Paul Bunyon

Rude broad with me gotta try new things

Lil nigga fly like I tried two wings

Playground pussy, try to ride new springs

And I made her sit on it like my new swing

Do that, bitch nigga, you that

I be gettin' brain, you be tryna pursue that

That my old book and you be tryna renew that

Fuck nigga who that? Know it ain't me though

Lookin' for a husband, you know it ain't me hoe

Tryna get the green but no it ain't Cee-Lo

Stuntin' is a habit

Diamond carrot like a rabbit

Niggas and these bitches ratchet

Got your bitch inside my basket

Man I'm a fuckin' G, a motherfuckin' G

You can be the one I'm fuckin' but you still can fuck with me

My life A plus and my chicks a double D

And I'm reppin' SLS 'til the death, nigga we be

Stuntin' in the mall

Tints on the back from the front, a nigga bald

Bitch on my back, I'm a beast I'm a dawg, fuckin' warthog

This a feast, this a ball, let a nigga ride

This that east side, west end shit niggas crave on

Let a nigga guap raise on 'til the day gone

Niggas at the top better have they game face on

I be at the hot spot, swave with the lace on

Let a nigga be though

Everythin' big from the dick to the ego

Hatin' niggas tryna send shots, reload

Homie, you can have her, I don't touch stee hoes

Skeet skeet skeet

Niggas cheat cheat cheat

And I'm movin' these hoes like beep

Money so long, man, this a nice streak

Waiter in a thong, tell her bring the iced tea

Talk on the road is that's your wifey

Talk on the road is that she like me

Knickers got that Cocoa like they Ice-T

How you fuckin' niggas tryna be they wifey? Huh

Bust that pussy open like a bad one

Send them hoes home when the cab come

Tell them sleepin' niggas take a nap, son

Y'all ain't shootin' to kill, half done

Baby, say I'm better than the average

Claimin' she'll be better than my last bitch

I told her you can't be my fuckin' lady

'Cause right now I'm fuckin' swavey

I'm fuckin' swavey, nigga, you dig it?

I'm so swavey that your bitch wanna date me

And I'm lookin' like a lazy motherfucker on my couch

Bitches like ouch, come and let a nigga eat nigga cheese like a mouse

Bitches on my dick and I'm all in they house

All in your fridge 'cause I need a sandwich

Back to the Neverland ranch

Back again with a tuna sandwich

And I ain't talkin' money like who the man is

That's it, nigga

That was my little freestyle like the end of the motherfuckin' song, nigga

Just so you niggas know I'm on that Ignant Shit

Shout out Sunny Diamonds man

Sincerely Tory, March 26th, nigga

You better hide in a motherfuckin' hole nigga when that shit come out, nigga

'Cause it's gon' be catastrophic

SLS 'til the death with your bitch ass