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
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