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
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