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'-