Dark Fantasy lyrics - Tory Lanez
[Justin Vernon & Teyana Taylor:]
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
[Tory Lanez:]
They like who's that nigga inside of the two door
Whip doors like the inside of a fruit bowl
Oh your flow lukewarm
Nigga my dough too long
I ain't gotta buy it I'm surviving off of coupons
Who the best?
So who the fuck is it
And if it ain't me
Then who fuck is it?
A section with some bottles, and not too much in it
Nowadays it's all it takes for us to fuck bitches
So let's get a drink on
My heart is filled, mink on
Money filled something like I just took Brink's home
What's longer my money or my link on
I'm navigating women I don't even drive a Lincoln
I shine so bright you woulda swore I had pink on
Neck so froze like I got the roller rink on
As far as your mouth goes you need to put a pint on
'Cause all I hear is run, run, running like the sink on
Damn
[Justin Vernon, Teyana Taylor (Tory Lanez):]
Can we get much higher? Yes we can So high
(Why yes, why yes Oh, oh, oh Why yes we can get higher)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Look)
[Tory Lanez:]
Spent a [?] and women we get between 'em
And keep 'em here for the weekend, Australian, Puerto Rican
Do more than freakin' but more to speak when they exploring why my aura beacon
For this season is more glorious than all the deacons
Still notorious nigga she call me Morpheus
And we ain't have to grind our choice 'cause they was forcing us
Still the voice of the poorest of all the poorest
It's getting green like a forest and enemies can't ignore it
And my engine gets so loud a nigga just gotta floor it
I got more than a Ford Explorer to explore it
And I'm out with a Lauren, it's South for Ralph Lauren
And the game nearly died I put mouth to mouth on it
Meet my meat come put your scalp on it
I don't vouch on it I could throw a house on it
Make a nigga money get low letharge on it
It's me and three bitches bitch you might as well join it, yeah
[Justin Vernon, Teyana Taylor (Tory Lanez):]
Can we get much higher? (Fly Fresco baby) So high
(What's poppin' Jay) Oh, oh, oh (Harlem what's good baby)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Can we get much higher? (It's the movement) So high
(Time is money) Oh, oh, oh (Yeah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Canada all the way baby, one hunnid)
[Tory Lanez:]
Mr. Peterson January 1st
I'm taking over
Niggas already know the time
Fly Fresco
Fresco know we gettin' the best though
What's poppin' Ciravo
Making my vocals sound so nice
Black And Yellow lyrics - Tory Lanez
This is a DJ Ill Will world premiere
Canada
Yeah
And you know what it is
T-O-R-O-N-T-O and I rep C-A-N-A-D-A (Canada)
Yeah
And you know what it is
T-O-R-O-N-T-O and I rep C-A-N-A-D-A (Canada)
Yeah
And you know what it is
T-O-R-O-N-T-O and I rep C-A-N-A-D-A (Canada)
And you know what it is
T-O-R-O-N-T-O and I rep C-A-N-A-D-A (Canada)
Press go
Black and yellow
Drove from the West Coast, Sacramento
I'm European limousining you in back of rentals
11 pm tell them women meet me at Valeno
I-I-I-I'm pulling in
I said my bitches loud
So much bitches that we gotta kick some bitches out
Big ballin' boy I'm tryna get them big amounts
Haters tryna ride, find a different route
Bet anywhere I'm stepping I'ma put it down
So if you ain't like me then then you shouldn't now
My boss Lil B, it's really cookin' out
Louis when I call good lookin' now (Swavey)
Turnt out, club burning
On the freeway when the block dirty
Two seater, somethin' purty
Motherfuck the cops and I'm ridin' dirty
We pop pop poppin' in the forty five
I fade back like Jordan with the 45 (Sway)
You know I'm here, I'm straight stuntin'
Got your girl gettin' wetter than late runnin'
I-I-I don't ask
I take money
And got these fake fake niggas tryna take from me
And to any woman that wanna say I'm ugly
I fuck bitches, I make money
I'm underrated double doors double plated
I pay it double time and you be under payment
Who-who-who're you tatted up sucker hatin'
Get your face slapped and buried under pavement, nigga
Canada
Yeah
And you know what it is
T-O-R-O-N-T-O and I rep C-A-N-A-D-A (Canada)
Yeah
And you know what it is
T-O-R-O-N-T-O and I rep C-A-N-A-D-A (Canada)
Yeah
And you know what it is
T-O-R-O-N-T-O and I rep C-A-N-A-D-A (Canada)
Yeah
And you know what it is
T-O-R-O-N-T-O and I rep C-A-N-A-D-A
Yeah
Gettin' money, uh
Time is Mulah ENT
Yeah
Fly Fresco
And you know what time it is
Mr. Peterson, January 1st
I'ma shut this whole shit down, yeah
Canada
Miss Me lyrics - Tory Lanez
Yeah
DJ Ill Will
OK and startin' off the record I be fresher than you ever are
If I leave your girl tonight I bet she'll be forever scarred
Yeah my engine purrin' and her permit with an extra R
I walk in the room and got your woman on in extra awe
She ain't never felt this way before
I only go to eat out got a beach house by the shore
And we out with our feet out bumpin' me now that's for sure
And we out VIP now King of Diamonds got these whores
I'm a [?] and you haters knee high
How your money long if it ain't longer than my Levis
Shawty let my man in baby we can call you Eli
If you niggas claiming that you hot I'm Costa Rica
Sayin' that I'm young and just amazing
And no I ain't the greatest
To say that I'm that greatest is a fucking understatement
I guess I'm fucking underrated but I'm never under payment
But some heffers love to claim that this the freshest they done seen me nigga
Yeah, aight nigga yeah
Hate a nigga shinin' with these diamonds in my ear (Bling)
Her ass way thicker than the tires in the rear (I know)
My flight arrive at 9 and I feel flyer than a Lear
I got my nigga [?], my nigga [?]
She asked me what I wanted
I say "Give me the works"
She call my nigga Jay, she love that nigga Rimes
And we just love to see her 'cause we hit it every time
You mad because your baddest chick is probably just a 9
My money is so 3-6-0 it's never in a line
I get so much green I feel like I live in a vine
I eat the instrumental up like it was dinner time
You ain't talking to a nigga like me though
Grind like Nino
Women know a nigga hard to find like Nemo
Ask me why I do it, I do it for the T.O
Coming through and get your Jackson no Tito
Ladies put your flyest stuff it on me
All my niggas hit the floor poppin' bottles of Patrón
You know it's a celebration 'cause they keep the Henny on you know we gon' get it on
And we gon' throw some cash up in the air
We just celebrate the fact we here
'Cause it could've been worse, so cop that Mr. Peterson on January 1st
Yeah
And I'ma do it to 'em like that every time baby
Yeah
Canada
You know me
Hot Toddy lyrics - Tory Lanez
They call me T Lanez, copy
T Lanez copy
January 1st you better get your copy
Mr. Peterson
DJ Ill Will
Look
Hot toddy, ya mama in the lobby
Girl I'ma kill that body 'til they're calling it a hobby
They treat me like a god but ain't calling me Muhammad
See you might be an artist that don't mean that we platonic
Oh, my chain rocky got me feeling like the Onyx
I chauffeur to the telly to show her some new Ebonics
So we at the telly she tell me she really on it
I told her 'bout her jelly and to let me behind it
I told her "Give me brain," she started thinking beyond it
She told me let's be honest oh really then let's be honest
And then her friend walked in, damn that's ironic
The bottoms of exotic it's gotta make it erotic
Mama shake it for papi, I'm probably making your body
Make it crazy erotic to saddle up their variety
Passenger promised [?] soon as I get up inside of that drive it like a Bugatti and game it like an Atari it's toddy
Lanez baby
Yeah
Uh, Fresco now we gettin' the best though
Time is Money and ain't shit funny nigga
Yeah
Better go cop that Mr. Peterson come January 1st, 2011
We gon' shut it down, uh
DJ Rockstar
Shout out to my nigga Jay
Shawn what's good my nigga
Kirk what's poppin'
Yuni, Dave, Rimes what's up
Uh
We gon' do it real live baby
Mark my words
I'ma take over the world
Canada
You are now in tune
With your wifey favorite DJ
DJ Ill Will
DJ Rockstar
All I Want Is You lyrics - Tory Lanez
Uh
I know we separated baby
Let me ask you one question though
I said "Who am I?"
"Baby, what are you and I?"
We used to be suicide do or die
Never knew it that a newer guy, you would find
I figured I was on to the next one
But my heart, it was hard to forget one
Regrettin' every scar that I left, uh
I feel 'em when I pause, and the stress come
I was really in love with this girl, like
But keep it on some real shit
You was somebody that a brother could really deal with
The only woman I could chill with, and really chill with
Instead of tryna hit it real quick, real spit
Feel it
I guess I couldn't see it comin'
It's like a bill from the cab when the meter runnin'
I'm still feelin like I'm needin your lovin
Up in this race, girl you're keepin' me runnin'
But, fuck it, uh
I guess the lovin' is gone
Go with him but he ain't never gonna love you as strong
You, you, could never tell me that the lovin' was wrong
'Cause we both know that it took us to above and beyond
I, I, I'm still thinkin' that you must be the one
Look how you got me fucked up, look at what we become
But I ain't trippin' 'cause I knew that you done done what you done
And every relationship gotta be done when it's done, and I know
Sometimes I think, what if I was wrong?
Would I be sittin' here, writing out this song?
I know that sometimes I may have been wrong
But you gotta forgive me, yeah yeah
And I know that we both done made some mistakes
When I face it
All I want is you, you, you, you, you
Now that you're gone, ay
All I want is you, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
Hey girl
All I want is you, you, you, you, you
Do, do, do, do, do, do
Don't leave me hangin' babe
Girl I need you
All I need is you, oh
Babe
And Mr. Peterson drops
January 1st, 2011
Make sure you got that tape
It's gon' be a classic
So classic
Super High lyrics - Tory Lanez
Maybach Music
Uh
What up Shawn
Mr. 1 Verse Killah
Maybach Music
Uh
I see you Trav
Yeah, uh
You know, I'm repping hard for my town
Canada
Maybach Music
That's right, yeah
I won't proceed to talk shit until the beat come in
I mean I'm swavey like that I can do it
Maybach Music
DJ Ill Will
Look, uh
Emblem on my chain
Me I'm feeling myself but they mami feeling the same
Chain gleaming bumpin' the dang grease up in the lane
Line 'em up Versace lenses probably got mami watching
Jacob tick and tockin' and got all of these women jockin'
Ladies said I'ma figure so we could split up the profit
Bottles full of Xans it's second before it hits the bottom
And all of my whips is foreign before the Murciélago
Tourin', trees orange where I be at
I'll open in the slopes lil' homie you ain't see the ski hat
Said that they lock it down this is where I put the key at
When I step in your town brother you know where to be at
Man I been in a daze I need a second to recap
I gave my girl a 2 am my boo brought me a 3 back
We sippin' on that ooey truly sag on my Nike bag
Losers be needin' Louis for you to get your wifey back
They say that every beat action got a reaction
I just need a Lamborghini for me to relax in
Take that Em up out the dash put that Relapse in
Made a hit up now I sit up in that C-class Benz
Man we livin' the good life
We came from them hood nights
To goin' to them dinners with the women we should wife
Them black cards when I'm at the stars I should swipe
I'm out with two twins man they look like lookalikes
I just might took a flight
I look like lookin' right
Serial killer ladies lookin' for me [?] tonight
That Superman kush lookin' for me the Kryptonite
Make a filet mignon just as long as you're cookin' right
DJ Rockstar
What it lookin' like?
Uh
Uh, Canada
It's Mr. Peterson baby (Maybach Music)
January 1st
We gon' murder the world
We gon' murder the blogs
We gon' murder everything
Time is Mulah (Maybach Music)
Worldstar I see you
Yeah, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Aight I think that's enough of me hearing my voice
Maybach Music
Speaking Tongues lyrics - Tory Lanez (feat. N-R.I.M.E)
DJ Ill Will
[Tory Lanez:]
Hello baby I'm on
Yellow when the vise on
And I got money longer than the horizon
Got a big plane your baby mama can fly on
I ain't got time even in another time zone (DJ Rockstar)
Online I grind ho
Offline my grind go, hard like the horns on a rhino
I'm so hot shawty you can call me Spyro
Bottom of the pot baby you can call me Milo
I go in the five O 6-speed fly ho 6 breeze
'Bout to 'bout to poke it all in her
Swiss cheese money that a girl can't believe
Ripley's hang me on the wall like a star with a crisp T
Yeah, your girl sittin' in my knapsack
I be at the dealer doing numbers like cat stacks
All chicks said they love a young black lad
Rubbin' on my ugh like it came with a track pad
Be in the lot, be in the lot doing donuts
Anytime a nigga hit the spot make 'em go nuts
Mama wanna hop up in the drop, so what
Oh she with her friend, let 'em in ring 'em both up
Uh, blow me like a stick of nicotine
It's the mean mister bet your girl'll let me in between
Like I'm tryna intervene, I ain't tryna intervene
Tryna hit your inner spleen harder than a figurine
Cîroc poppin' what's poppin', ugh
My top droppin' what's flockin'
I rock bodies like a nigga pop lockin'
And my crib is set up like the car they shot Pac in
Uh, what's the numbers I can lock in
It's like Christmas all my women got stockings
Uh, have something I have stocks in
I told them get the money so they only date stocks men
What's good and it's goody
Hit the outlet what jeans which hoodie
Day 'n' Nite baller call him Kid Cudi
Anywhere I go the buzz with me like Woody
Yeah, Fly Fres nigga (Canada)
[N-Rimes:]
Yeah
[?] blind nigga we sicker than [?] slime
Ready guys
Look, uh
LRG designs all my back pockets
The bright sides to slop what I stash profit
Bad broads is on deck her ass proper
Have her sing high notes like she sing opera
Block frizzy T-city we getting busy
My brother we getting cheddar so women be getting frisky
40 on deck I'm sippin' it oh yes and ripping this song bless the killah the don next
The bottle I gotta go off to the models and walk to the condo
Picking combos of chickens like I got a McDonald's
Like which chick hit look at me possibly I don't know
I'm the hottest out the dark so they honor the title
Sicker than the sickest bigger than the biggest and I'm flyer than the birds while you swimming with the fishes
Flowing like the wind in the winter I'm a winner, shawty know the paper proper I'ma stick her
Liquor in my system got me chillin' like a blizzard
'Til I'm 'bout to give her DC like I'm wizard
I don't smoke but my TV lighting swishers
Brother you can never see me I am iller
Better is a heap of 'em, seeing the season I'm finna ether them
The heat is needed breath it to each of them
See it's neither easy for your sweet to eat a beat where your greeted please the people keep it lethal spit the B-note
That's killer raps
Read the chips, casinos my figures stacked
Peep the wrist it's really cold, Jackson
See the fish brother Tito
Leave you with a damn scarred face like Pacino, what's really good
My Blackberry keepin' me stacked very the various plans vary from business to slamming Carey
Hillson at Hilton I'm feeling for top ceiling
Watch 'cause it's how I'm finna cop like a villain
Props to Locs to support the flock
Fresco be the jock open the door's locked
Let's go hit the spot like the women I rock
And spend dough that we're tricking for guap
N-Rimes
Let's get it
Aston Martin Music lyrics - Tory Lanez
Um, you know when I get my Aston Martin
I'll be in there, seats on recline, bad bitch in the passenger
Spliff burning with Matesa on, you feel me?
Lay back, just cruise
[Chrisette Michele {Tory Lanez}:]
Riding to the music, this is how we do it (all night), all night
{1 Verse Killah}
Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride
Just me and my boss, no worries at all {Uh, Canada}
Listening to the Aston Martin Music, Music
[Drake (Tory Lanez):]
Would've came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I can't it let it go (yeah)
Whether that's right I will never know
But here goes nothing
Uh, everybody saying remember me
But where the hell is y'all memories?
I'm searching through walls of my membrane
It's insane, I'm entertainin' the big names
Through diamond, silver lining on my big frames
Niggas stressin' all I'm seeing through the Oakleys
Shit depressin', so we investing to blow trees
Had a dream I was chillin' in the OC
Then I landed out in Cali where they woke me
Discrete mumbles, from summer to street jungle
Voice from my uncle he tell me to keep humble
But at times I slip into deep wonder
Would they show they support in the event that my feet stumble?
See, when you already on, it's harder to say shit
Like the feelin' when you dazed and caught in amazement
Girls gotta stay separate from all of your statements
'Cause for the most part, hoes want a part of the payment
I'm relaxing in the Rolls Royce
Getting money 'cause I give these hoes no choice
I'm all alone in my box, blunt burnin' in the zone with my thots, wait
[Tory Lanez:]
Sometimes a nigga change for the money
Ladies that love me and all of these whips I roll
But buying all the dollars, so why would I holla?
Tryna put my pockets on swole
And I ain't got no time, no-no time (I ain't got no time)
I just got memories, oh no-no, yeah
(And I just got the memories, yeah)
[Chrisette Michele:]
Riding to the music, this is how we do it (all night), all night
Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride
Just me and my boss, no worries at all
Listening to the Aston Martin Music, Music
[Drake (Tory Lanez):]
(Uh, Mr. Peterson, January 1st, 0-11)
Would've came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the
Light Up lyrics - Tory Lanez
One time, who am I? 1 Verse Killah
Once more, once more, 1 Verse Killah
Want beef, front door, no one's realer
Who am I? Who am I? 1 Verse Killah
One time, who am I? 1 Verse Killah
Once more, once more, 1 Verse Killah
Want beef, front door, no one's realer
Who am I? Who am I? 1 Verse Killah
Welcome to my dungeon
This is where I'm placing your frame in case you was wonderin'
Niggas getting comfortable too comfortable thinking I won't come up on some other shit, nigga you on some other shit
Heavenly grace so I never forsake the covenant
Though I'm hotter than the covers that you covered with
Still the youngest muh'flocka in the building
And if it ain't the flight then it's probably not appealing
My top ceiling got that ceiling to fill in we in the middle with the dealing just grillin'
So talk and to pop pill in your ceiling it's something close like it's really your feeling
What's going on with the game don't nobody keep it real now
Crooked straight playing up on the deal now
Look how niggas done got you in the field now
Now they slaving your ass you gotta kill now
Huh, lucky I got up on some smarter shit
I always kept it 300 on some Sparta shit
I never let a nigga sway me on no offer shit
I'm really coming for the game I want all of it
More money more problems
Boy I'm getting out Gore money Obama
Tour money oh nigga more drama
More records more checks more commas
One time, who am I? 1 Verse Killah
Once more, once more, 1 Verse Killah
Want beef, front door, no one's realer
Who am I? Who am I? 1 Verse Killah
One time, who am I? 1 Verse Killah (Yeah)
Once more, once more, 1 Verse Killah (Ahhh)
Want beef, front door, no one's realer (Yeah)
Who am I? Who am I? 1 Verse Killah (Ahhh)
One time, who am I? 1 Verse Killah (Yeah)
Once more, once more, 1 Verse Killah (Ahhh)
Want beef, front door, no one's realer (Yeah)
Who am I? Who am I? 1 Verse Killah (Ahhh)
One time, who am I? 1 Verse Killah (Yeah)
Once more, once more, 1 Verse Killah (Ahhh)
Want beef, front door, no one's realer (Yeah)
Who am I? Who am I? 1 Verse Killah (Ahhh)
One time, who am I? 1 Verse Killah (Yeah)
Once more, once more, 1 Verse Killah (Ahhh)
Want beef, front door, no one's realer (Yeah)
Who am I? Who am I? 1 Verse Killah (Ahhh)
Yeah
C-C-C-C-Canada
My Town Freestyle lyrics - Tory Lanez
Well I'm gonna give you 2 choices
Either you flock or you die
Yeah (Yeah)
Know it's cold out, ahem
Gotta give these niggas a ah
Yeah
Not only do I do it for the city
I do it for the country
I do it for the Flock niggas
Ah, ah, ah, yeah
Maserati, Bugatti, Benz's is on her leg (Yeah)
Bag of luggage, Armani, Fendi, is on the tag
With' 1800, Tequila poppin', safari Jag (ugh)
Haters bluffin', we bring the topics and body bags
And y'all niggas gettin' cheesy like Pizza-nova
Y'all wouldn't kill if you had a ski ho sleepin' over
Presidential suite, she met me when the meetin's over (Yeah)
I'ma be her lawyer and let me beat it for ya
I ain't [?], I don't need Latoya (Yeah)
When you're famous they'll walk the deserts of Egypt for ya
I'm in my Chuck Tay's, [?] a fashion cop
'Cause you can gas yourself 'til your ass gets popped
Walk inside the buildin', leave with half your top (Top)
Smoke it 'til a nigga floatin' like a astronaut
And bitches love to [?], say I'm a fashion drop
I just cover eyes 'til the paparazzi cameras stop
Got the type of swagger, bitches have to stop (Yeah)
You got the type of swag of a laughin' stock
She want a bad boy, well I'ma pass the locks
My hoes apple of the eye, Macintosh (Get it?)
Suede slippers, now niggas is A-listers (Yeah)
We made it nigga, we came from yay flippers (Ugh)
I'm makin' money for a throttle of the bank
How you swimmin' at the bottom of the tank nigga?
Yeah
Yeah bitch
Let's make one thing clear
T-Lanez, TL, whatever you wanna call me
I am not to be [?] with
'Cause I'm probably with your bitch right now
And I got your bitch on my nutsack
Fresco, we out
Say Ahh Freestyle lyrics - Tory Lanez
It's the remix baby
Hahahah, yeah
Tory-mix
Ah, ugh, ah
Ay, ah
Jeval, what it is nigga?
Rimes, you already know what it is
T-Lanez, yeah
Man I'm flyer than a flight that's not delayed
I got bills like a phone that's not prepaid
And you can claim on top, not VJ
Shawty scratch me like my 5 top DJs
I got my sneak's laced pretty like my G's face
Might see Js, Jordans on 'em like a keychain
Please, I'm sleepin' on 'em like my PJs
T-Lanez the shit while these other niggas pee stains
I'ma [?] a star baby, I'ma [?] a Marley
I'ma meet you at the [?] mall I don't give a [?] at all
So open wide baby, I'll give you a billion
You'll say ah like your Christina Million
The alcohol I'm on got me feelin' really gone
I can give you really long D
You can get if from me
If you really want, get it on, spit it on beat
Just leave it 'round 3
And your girl talk shit, she only talk about me
So wait wait wait
Let's really talk about shit
She she she, she be singin' songs, talk 'bout how we get it on
Never been a kill at all, hop into that yellow thong
They think I'm hella wrong the way that I just send 'em home
I'm like [?] gum, I last extra long
These hoes be blowin' me like a saxophone
I ain't muscle-buildin' but them bitches what flex I'm on
I'm like [?] killin' all pedestrians
Hands on your girl like a nigga got extra palms
Extra arms, extra long like an extended song
I could pull a nigga girl like a dresser drawer
And I be killin' nigga's girls with they dresses on
And send the order to the bar, I need extra [?]
They say they drink but a nigga say a extra ah
I'ma like Amario, I get it in, now stretch your jaw
Yeah Trey
Say ah, ah
Love Come Down Freestyle lyrics - Tory Lanez
Flocka dive baby (Flocka dive baby)
Ay Chris they knew we was comin' for this one right?
Hahaha, yeah
[?] what it is nigga, ahuh
Ah (Ah)
Ahuh (Ahuh)
It's definitely a flock year baby
It's the flock years baby
They call me T-Ella man
Girls send a rela-bad
Bet I make you dame, gimme brain like a telepath
Young hella fast, bet I break your love down
You need Tory like water when you bustdown
Please mami, nah I ain't tryna be cuffed down
Young [?] fresh than ever, homie your lucks down
And still niggas feelin' high when they bustdown
So if you ain't like me then I don't give a [?] now
Sick switch and we sippin' Celine Dion
Niggas stack green, the color of green Creon
Bright road chains and jeans is bright neon
That is that shit you'll never see me on
I'm like a young Money, young Gunna, young Sammy
On blunt roll, let a ho take none from me
Dun-dunny better kill me when you come for me
If you don't you'll be in a hole like Bugs Bunny
[?] sunny, this a room full of hoes
Weed sense, smellin' like a room full of Os (Yeah)
Me and your girl in a room on the low
And my smoke in my lungs leave room for my nose
I spit truth tho' so I hope you know
I'ma take your girl on the search, no Google
Yip, I'm 'bout my chips like Bugle
Money, money, money, I am everywhere that you go
Hahaha
Easy
Ah
I'll behave, I'll behave
Hey I told you I was comin' for it man
Hahaha
Flock or die you dumb ho
Hate Freestyle lyrics - Tory Lanez
'Bout 2AM, get it in
Yeah, ugh, Torymix
I'm in my zone bitch
Torymix, ah
I don't even use auto-tune, that's the funny thing, yeah
Look, nigga I'm ballin', bitches, Spalding
This is the flyest nigga spittin'
With the widest bitches
You ain't ever a nigga have all of this shit
I got no stress, your chick, no chest
I make cheese in the process
She watch, Rolex, ugh
Um, I'ma get-get money
All you hater niggas better get-get from me
I could take all of your bitches with this money
I'ma killer, I'ma sadistic with this honey
Yeah, cool [?] from the south
Y'all trash nigga, Oscar the grouch
I could take your skeeze, put her on her knees
Stand on a stool then pull drop in her mouth
Say your girl wack, I'm an asshole
What can I say? I'ma Mac, no Apple
River money, you can call a nigga cash flow
I be slammin' on your girl, no backbone
Uh-uh and my gang so tight
Nigga lames, need shades, so bright
Lately I'm gettin' paid so right
Swallow the balls, give her brains all night
Uh-um, you can run inside your city
I'm on but I'm not Drake
Get the [?] outta my face
With that little brother shit
I am who she [?] with tonight, and it's bedtime
I will never stop, I don't see any red light
Wait, wait, let me catch the beat back
Y'all ain't gotta look inside [?] to see tracks
Y'all ain't need an MCD to relapse
[?] already won, I'ma do my relapse
Sleepin' on haters, I gotta relax
I ain't give a [?] what you thought 'bout me back
When I was nothin'
If I ain't high then I bust somethin', oh wait
Wait, lemme let this bitch breath
I'm done with this shit
I freestyle better than your writtens
All your shit's bitten
And if you talk shit I'ma hit you with that Smith and
Tray what up?
Mixtape comin' out in like a month or so
And this is nothin', I eat up these beats
Easily, I mean easily
Niggas ain't seen me, yeah
Ambitions As A Ridah Freestyle lyrics - Tory Lanez
Yeah, yeah
Keep talkin', females, keep talkin' me
I just keep a bitch cut, meat market, please
Say freeze like fuck it, I'm defrostin', pap
I gets green like Jack and the Beanstalk
And I do them hoes stone cold, Steve Austin
You ain't talkin' 'bout money, then you bluff or cheap talkin'
My team often tell me that we flossin'
Off in G4s, just, yeah, send reinforcements
Got crazy divas in my ish
And my car strapped like it's baby seaters in the whip
I don't play nowadays, bitches treatin' for a trick
Keep it money over bitches, won't repeat it for a chick
Yes, fresh all-white Adidas in the whip
And if you're talkin' 'bout weed then Orangina is my shit
A couple grand for a feature is a bitch
I'd hate to be you but you would love to be this
Peep this G shit, T Lanez, G shit
I bring the wave to them haters, make them haters seasick
All the diamonds legit, all vagina we pick
With your girl in my livin' room playin' WiiFit
Get popped like three zits then shot like three flicks
And my kicks Asian like Kimora Lee's tits, yeah
Tell the waiter she can order me this
We's rich, we don't even act accordingly
It's the Mr. Nigga-Pick-Out-Your-Arteries, bitch
I wish a nigga would try to slaughter me
Follow me, Twitter bitch
If you ain't got it, girl, get it, bitch
Make the bitch make you rich, sorta like that player shit
'Cause nowadays women only wanna play a pimp
They get the major, get paper, then play the pimp
That's why fly by, I be like, "Fuck a bitch"
After I fuck the bitch, I be like, "Fuck the bitch"
I run game, no cutter glitch, somethin' rich
Not tryna fuck, I'm tryna get head from your chick
And real talkin', I don't do it for the people
Fly through it I'm Knievel, Swine Flu, you need a needle
Car doors writin' suicide letters to the people
I ain't cool wit' the eagle, my juice call me beetle
Uh, beat it like I beat the pussy
Here's the heater, nigga, eat it like you eat the pussy
And y'all yappin', y'all never brought a heater to me
So long nappin' if they never brought the sleeper to me
They like, "Aw man, Tory Lanez be that Tarzan"
Pay him four grand, leave him laid up in a far land
Tory garage like a farm, baby, all Lambs
With no mirage, all menage, baby, all them
With no Nicki, nigga, bitches rollin' with me
So much grands in my pants that my pants can't fit me
So dance with me, I'm the black Lance Ricky
'Cause I'm somewhere out in Houston, I ain't talkin' 'bout Whitney
I jam swiftly, baddest bitches can't get me
Now these hoes payin' me to even let them stand with me
Damn it pans out, like highlighters I stand out
Boom, like retirement homes, I bring them grams out
And this is just a verse of what the man's 'bout
So keep talkin', boy the whole shit's planned out
Yup, I ride on 'em like a G2
Plus, I'm the smellin' like the shit, baby P.U
I'm on my P.Q.s, karats look pre-juiced
Grab your chick, yeah, and do the grown shit we do
Yeah, see I'm up ready from the zone, bitch
So, pay me and get murdered on yo' own shit, nigga
Got your bitch in my knapsack
How Low Can You Go lyrics - Tory Lanez
Ah
You at the Flock now baby
Hahaha
Yeah (Yeah)
You know what I mean? She go down (She go down)
I was like "How low can you go?" (Hahaha)
Yeah
Yeah, Flock thot
I'm like "How low can you go?"
Start 5, bench a ho
I say she a cobra then I fold her like an envelope
Me, I'm at your crib, she want do what she ain't did before
I'm like [?] that other shit
Yeah, low what an [?] dome
That Indiana Jones
I got them hoes to actually look like they camera posed
And they get lower than batteries on your camera phone
I [?] a lotta girls that got a man at home
Ain't it bad nigga? I could be your dad nigga
Your girl will bring me back just like a grad picture
And you can rock the mic, or be the ad-libber
I don't like [?] with Trojans, now let me Brad Pitt ya
Yeah
Haha
Yeah (Yeah)
She on my dick so I'm like "How low can you go"
Yeah
Shout-out to Flock Fresco baby
Flock or die ho
How low can you go
Flock or die ho
Pronto Freestyle lyrics - Tory Lanez
Yeah
It's about 3:47 in the morning right now
I'm in the booth gettin' it in while y'all was under covers (Covers)
Where your blankets warm and snug, hah
Flock Fresco baby
I'm in there like swimwear and out there like mouth gear, ya dig?
Yeah
No kiss or huggin'
She don't miss her husband
Lanez that nigga that your bitch is [?]
Yeah we make you pay, makin' in Jamaican shade
Or in New York shootin' hoops like Flava Flav
Oh ten [?] so low could send a fire soul
Watchin' Shauna paint better pictures than Picasso
Gettin' money from little somethin' to heavyweight
The pack is with it, a bag of bitches in every state
See I done came from nothin'
To a heavy slate
See y'all can hate while me and Freddy laughin' to the bank
You're actin' what you ain't
We know you're fried jawl
Clique full of goons, who do not smile
Techila vodka got me higher than your momma's pie
I've been the topic since I came out of my momma cryin'
And I'ma get this money, makin' sure my papas fine
Oh and to end it off, nigga Flocka died
The Prequel lyrics - Tory Lanez (feat. N-RIMES)
[Tory Lanez {N-Rimes}:]
What you niggas thought it was over?
We're back nigga
Uh, {uh}
Where you at nigga?
Takin' over the game this year baby {Uh}
{Uh, niggas can't see me nigga}
{This year}
{It's the prequel}
This some shit of epic proportions nigga
Niggas say we fell off
{The end of the game}
We ain't never fell off nigga
(Uh-huh) I'ma show y'all why we the best (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
{Hahaha}
Where you at Rimes?
Let's go
{N-Rimes}
Ay (Ay)
[N-Rimes:]
My camp pull the mileage
Your mans astonishin' family
Possibly, sadly walk through the valley of tossin' and that ain't even (Uh-huh)
The shadow of death is the path you accept
If you're passin' the threat I act and address your absentness
Steps (What up)
I will enable, first fatal works 'til you base the verse
Make you hate that pain or be breakin' your stable
Face it on earth
Opposin' the hoes or be open and swallow so stay alert (Uh-huh)
'Cause I motion to smoke 'em hopin' not to go to Maplehurst
'Cause my eyes on the fetty, I'm grindin' for plenty
You try my, I'm ready, you'll die if you're empty
So why even test me? (Why?)
And keep on resentin' the lesson, I'm guessin' you want it (What?)
So speak in my presence, you're gettin' the present I promise (Okay)
A snuff to your head and knee to your ribs (Uh-huh)
I flee to your crib and told you're mamma "Speak to a kid" (Speak to him)
And after that you actin' wack
I pack up late to catch a fade
Slippin', you'll just have turn [?] pass the maze
[Tory Lanez:]
Choppin' bodies in garbage
Honest-hearted and all of them
Harvest, carvin', starve hearts and an arm and leg on an offerin'
Show up to your apartment, walk into the hall of it
Dartin' into the offices
Officer, often talkin'
I'm gone inside of the audits (What's up?)
Flawless, lawless and heartless
Started [?] with the dissing
Nigga missin' in a mission and hit you quicker than pixels'
Is you, is you, is you rippin'?
I got your bitch and I'm willin' to break her britches
I break my dick in
Strictly kickin' you chickens and bitches
Is wishin' that he'd ever stopped, but he never stops
Hella hot shots to your melon
Watch rocks in the hella hot
What the [?] is you gonna do?
Comet crew, I'm comin' through
100 dudes like who the [?] is you?
Come at you, a homi', I break your body in [?] tombs
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