Staccato lyrics - Tory Lanez

Fuckin' these bitches, they came out of Milano

She want me to come, but ain't got all the time, no

The other day I was broke, came back in designer

Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time's up

Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato

I ain't on no bullshit, this ain't no Chicago

I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though

My nigga, the world yours, whatever's inside though

Two twenties on my head, just made it to six-speed

Used to have love for you bitches, now I'm like, "Bitch, please"

Now and then I gotta say it like my nigga Weeknd

Fuck needin' a bitch, I'm what a bitch need

Two hunnid thirty thousand on the Bentley

So even when it's dirty, know my shit clean

Got a thick bih', her name's Christina

Out Miami with the whip, hop out of Prestige, yeah

Ayy, shawty know I been on some boss shit, ayy

She fuckin' with me 'cause I'm a vibe, my nigga

I spent twenty-five all on my side bitch

And if I get caught, I'ma deny it

I'ma deny it, I'm a fuckin' rider

Got a bad bitch for the nigga, pussy fire

She strip down like Malia or Maya

And I been on the side tryna buy her some time off

Ayy, I'm hotter than Folgers

Money so thick, can't fold it, I told you

Came back, put my baby mama in a Rover

Card got no limit, bitch, I'm a soldier, ugh

Fuckin' these bitches, they came out of Milano

She want me to come, but ain't got all the time, no

The other day I was broke, came back in designer

Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time's up

Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato

I ain't on no bullshit, this ain't no Chicago

I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though

My nigga, the world yours, whatever's inside though

Honey, am I wrong for thinkin' every woman wanna fuck me?

And if she don't, she probably gay, that's what it must be

None of my biddies put no niggas above me

I done pulled up Southside, all my bitches side-side of me

Couldn't be a fake nigga if I tried to be

Ayy, Louis Vuitton shorts, Dior, four-course

Let a goofy nigga fuck and we can't fuck no more

I'm a big money nigga on a jet

Girl, give me that pussy, let me make it wet for ya

I told you can get the world, baby, if you rep the set

She was out before the check

Alphabet, I'm a G, fuck her ex, no sweat

To the left, to the left, to the left

Everything you fuckin' own is in a box to the left

Ayy, I'm on the yachty, I got them thots to the left

She a bop, I'ma flex, got rocks for my neck, yeah

Fuckin' these bitches, they came out of Milano

She want me to come, but ain't got all the time, no

The other day I was broke, came back in designer

Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time's up

Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato

I ain't on no bullshit, this ain't no Chicago

I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though

My nigga, the world yours, whatever's inside though

Stuck On U lyrics - Tory Lanez (feat. BenZel)

If I said I was a baller like Pippen

And I never played the sport, though I scored

Would you say you liked my game and my D up on it?

Would you say that I'm that MVP for you?

You've got a whole lot of bench warmers

I play full game, got that stench on me

Don't play no games, don't pretend on it

You gon' start with me, we gon' end on it

Let me do, baby

All the things I said I wouldn't do, baby

All the things I wouldn't do, do for you, baby

Got me, got the high, couldn't lose

Let you pull me in

And I'm stuck on you

And I'm stuck on you

Girl I'm stuck on you

Lotta things you don't know about me

I'mma show 'em to ya, lemme go up in ya

Lemme do a couple things to ya, baby

Lemme do it cause a nigga owe it to ya

I've been waiting on ya just to bust it on me on that wood floor

Do it to me in the bathroom

Take it everywhere that it should go, yeah, go hard

I mean fuck with me cause the last game that you ran on me ain't work

Go on and put plans off for me, girl, come get hands on with that twerk

Yeah, a lotta things that I wanna do, I say 'em all for ya

Got a nigga come and kicks back in that Kit-Kat, break it off for you, Fargo

Let me do, baby

All the things I said I wouldn't do, baby

All the things I wouldn't do, do for you, baby

Got me, got the high, couldn't lose

Let you pull me in

And I'm stuck on you

And I'm stuck on you

Girl I'm stuck on you

Suge (Remix) lyrics - Joyner Lucas & Tory Lanez

[Joyner Lucas:]

Yeah, ain't no one colder than me (Yeah)

I'm straight from the mud, I got me a plug

And now I be rollin' with Meech (Woah, woah)

You think you the shit? I think you a bitch

Now go 'head and call the police (Bitch)

These niggas a trip, your homie's a snitch

He'll probably be home in a week (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I hit up Tory and told him, "I know you don't like me but fuck it I'm over the beef" (Word)

Told 'em we could be friends, invited him over and gave him some soda and bleach (Haha)

They said, "Joyner you lost it"

I told them they soft

Now go take a stroll on the beach (Yeah)

Nigga, I get the sauce, bitch, I'm a dog

Just don't get a hold of my leash (Ruff)

Y'all niggas back to the bluffin' (Blah)

Joyner get back to the bustin' (Blah)

If I do not make a few million this year then I might just go back to the hustlin'

I got me some product and I ain't gon' hide it

I might just start trappin' in public

I might go to prison and free all my niggas

That's word to Harriet Tubman

Tired of you askin' me questions, I'm sick of it (Buh, buh)

"Why you keep shuttin' shit down on the internet? (Grra)

Why do you have so much talent and benefits?

Why you keep droppin' your album in increments?"

A.D.H.D. is a social experiment

Who pay attention the most when they hearin' it?

You cannot stop it, there's no interferin' it

This is my moment and no one is sharin' it

Nigga, I'm just gettin' started, I hit all my targets

I promise I'm very defiant (Yeah)

If I do not win the Grammy this year then I'll blow that bitch up and then everyone dyin' (Yeah)

I think all my shit is hot, if everyone think that it's not then everyone lyin'

I hope my shit doesn't flop, 'cause I'll put a gun to your head and make everyone buy it

I'm diggin' the hole you get buried inside (Woo), or you get buried in silence

The day that I die I get buried in diamonds

I'm killin' you niggas, you barely survivin' (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)

I think I'm so high, I could marry a pilot

I'm Area 51 alien, I let my UFO fly in, it's scary and violent

I shut down the planet, you hearin' the sirens (Buh, buh)

I'm very excited and you shouldn't bother (Woo)

Joyner got too many problems (Word)

I told that little bitch that I'm down with a threesome as long as it's you and your mama (Yeah)

I ain't got no patience, I love to get dirty

But fuck it I'm cool with the drama (Cool)

When niggas be hatin', I tell them, "No worries my nigga, Hakuna Matata"

I don't wear Prada, just bring me a white tee (Buh)

I bust some Margiela's, I still wear the Nikes (Grra, grra)

I roll with some hitters, I know you don't like me

I shit on you niggas, now bring me some wipeys (Grra, grra)

You think I'm a killer? Well maybe I might be

I ain't got no feelings I dare you to fight me (Buh)

I'll swing with a left but I'm really a righty

Get pussy and money, it barely excites me

I'm ready, don't try me, so bow

Fuck all you pricks

You cannot harm me, I think you a bitch

You think I'm corny? I think I'm the shit

When she get horny, she tickle my dick

When I was broke, I would think like I'm rich

'Til I fucked up my credit and hit me a lick (Woo, woo, woo)

Then I got me some money to get me a crib

And then blew it on bitches from Plenty of Fish (Fuck was I thinkin'?)

I'm goin' back to the streets (Yeah)

If Freddy and Jason had babies, my nigga I promise then that would be me (Word)

Niggas all in my honey and actin' all funny, I think I'm attracted to bees

They told me that I changed, I looked in the mirror like what the fuck happened to me?

Ever since I done came up, these niggas been so in their feelings

They countin' my pockets I know that it's killin' 'em

Don't tell me you proud when you know that you jealous

The money keep pilin' I know that you smell it

You think you entitled? Well suck on a dick and I hope that you swallow

And that's how I'm feelin', put that on the Bible

Don't call me your family, you know you're my rival I do what I gotta

Now turn the fuckin' TV up, I'm in the media

And ain't nobody wanna see me up, a nigga heating up

I'm like a sickle cell anemia, I really mean it

But I'm 'bout to slow a nigga breathin' up, I think he's seen enough (Buh, buh, buh)

I go to hell, I fuck a demon up, I think I'm mean enough

To beat a nigga with Adidas 'til I fuck the sneakers up (Yeah)

I'll sucker-punch you when I'm sneakin' up

You couldn't see me but I had to hit 'em like a meteor (Boom, boom, boom)

And make 'em giddy up, to get the trunk

And I went from nothing to somethin'

I fell in love with the guns and I got a hundred and one (Brrratat)

And like every day that I'm bustin' I'm putting one in your stomach

I got 'em jumping and running, you better cover and duck (Brrratat)

And I'm not the one to be fucked with

I'm not the one that you think you could do whatever you want to (Brrratat)

There's gonna be repercussions

The enemies know what's up and I'm up at three in the mornin'

When you be sleepin' and yawnin', you know the evil be callin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Somebody better call the ambulance or the E-M-T (Yeah)

Nigga, I'm the bomb like T-N-T

Bet I roll up on a nigga with a G-M-C (Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat)

Get to clappin' on 'em, end of it, the E-N-D

Call the plug, tell him that I want at least ten keys

Now I'm back in business, E-P-M-D (Woo)

Couldn't walk in my shoes with a street stampede

Can't walk this way, I Run D-M-C (Yeah, yeah)

[Tory Lanez:]

Pack in the mail, I sit it down and it's crackin' the scale

Had to switch position from the kitchen, nigga, I was flippin' like a spatula there

Pretty Ricky with them bitches, when I'm hittin' long as a dread on spectacular hair

Here shit, light shit, white whip, open up it look like a packet of mayo

I'm back in Rodeo, fuckin' up the check and chuckin' up the set

And I'm back off the layover, pay-over way over niggas

No slumber but a nigga stay over, nigga

Your bitch is with me 'til the day-day, AK loaded up the same way

Chain swang, white person screamin' out, "Gang gang!"

Slide or kick, Jet Li or Liu K-K-Kang (Wah!)

I got a Little B, he call me based God like brring, ding, ding

Got a main dame, Audemar, and that's my main thang

Got a Rollie watch, her name Jane but she plain plain, so we call her plain Jane

Over her, I let it bang-bang like the fingers twistin' on a gang member sittin' in the chain gang

Nigga, please, I got old nigga cheese, y'all got hoe nigga knees

Can't let a faux nigga roll up, put a hole in your shit then let the ho nigga leave, man

Y'all niggas know a nigga T-O-R-Y, all my niggas got paws and they're always for the free

"O" for the fee, if a nigga throw a couple Gs, get a little nigga smoked for the free, man

1-5-0, first show, nigga, that's how I go, I was chosen with those melodies

Niggas hatin', I've been goin' up with those enemies

And the snakes keep blowin' it with those in the breeze

I'm up to no good, my boy's in the hood

With no young Jeezy, and no Jody Breezy, could blow 40 Gs

Still come back, who the fuck lookin' like the Ol' Dirty B from the Wu-Tang, nigga?

I could say nothin' on a motherfuckin' track, still go back plat' like Pootie Tang, nigga

Do your thing, nigga, hoppin' in the Mulsanne

Hotter than a blue flame lit up in the full tank, nigga

Man niggas better hide, niggas what, niggas what?

Nigga, niggas at the bottom of the food chain, nigga

Nigga so lame, can't crew hang, nigga, can't crew bang with ya, can't move a thang with ya'

See a little bad bitch walkin' down the block, but she lookin' at me 'cause your crew can't get her

I'm a dominator, moderator

Pass your chick like hot potato

Police non-cooperator

I won't tolerate a bitch that's talkin' crazy, not me, lil' nigga

I be on the beach with the sea, lil' nigga

I been triplin' up the doubles and threes, lil' nigga

Livin' it up with the women up in Vis, lil' nigga

Give it up all my niggas is tuckin', I hope a nigga's duckin'

I been drippin' and drippin' like a nigga's tippin' the bucket

I been whippin' these bitches and stickin' out my dick in public

They be lickin' a nigga to get to familiar fuckin'

I be fuckin' these women in ten-percent'd tinted windows

And I'm yellin' and tellin' I gotta get it, get to steppin'

I'm reppin' Umbrella forever, my niggas in abundance

I'm fly as propellers, you jealous

And if a nigga comin', I'm eatin' these niggas like ketchup and relish on a bun

I got the money to fund the wonders of what I wanted

And when I want it, I wanna feel like you can't front on it

I got your ex-chick and your next chick on a pole in my livin' room floor tryin' to dance all on it

As long as I can put my hands all on her, she said: "Handstand, a handstand'' and landed on it

I said damn, had to put it in her head, I ain't droppin' no bread

This is not that Gretel and the Hansel story

Got a Coupe full of hoes and the hose in the Coupe

To the Lamborghini doors to the floors and the roof

When I'm goin' in the booth, I'm exposin' the globe to the truth

They be knowin', I be showin' up with proof

Any faux nigga, any ho nigga, any low Joe Schmoe nigga better know

When I unload Get Low, Get Low, Get Low like Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz, nigga

And my lil' bitch type thick, uh

Neck is freezy as a ice-pick, uh

Out of sect just like a high kick, uh

Niggas gonna copy my style like a right click

All of my dogs'll kill you like Mike Vick

Light that pistol, put that boy in a Heimlich

I was handin' them Ls to Joyner and Don for comin' out actin' too lightskin

Nigga, I'm back in the Bentley, applyin' the pressure

Spittin' bunch of flyin' and firin' embers

So fuckin' hot, you'd think I died in the desert

Came back to fuck up your entire endeavor

You tryin' me? Never; your squad will get shot if ya try and be clever

My diamonds forever, designin' and linin' a bed up

Then give 'em a choice: which one you want die with, the .9 or Beretta?

I'm sorry for being intolerant, I got this violent temper

I like when I'm cold, I shoot a nigga, make him die in December

You been a bitch, as long as I can remember

You sayin' that you're gang, them niggas keep talkin'

I promise I'll silence your members then quiet your temple

While firing bullets that fly at your mental and pry at your denim

I'll hire somebody to fire the jet up then get up and send a shooter that'll fly if you rattle

I promise I'm high on momentum

Might think it's a setup, but find me a nigga

Might line that nigga for the paper

Let the hitter get to foldin', origami the nigga

The Louie luggage bustin' down on ya nigga

But true we thuggin', no insomnia, nigga

I'm really a top 3...

Man, hold on, I'm just rappin' too much, man, fuck this shit

Taken Care lyrics - Tory Lanez

Uh, yeah

Uh

You know you—

Know you—know you—

Uh

So fuckin' selfish

You want me to yourself and not be no one elses

Knowin' that you leave my heart helpless

You shot me down so much that you can't help it

Arguments and conversations poppin' off

Take you out to Saks where we can shop it off

Penthouse floor in Brickell, oh you gon' tap me off

You so fuckin' selfish you won't stop at all, yeah

Cash out that bag, I cash your feelings out

To the mornin', we can make love 'til you feel me now

Got you spinnin' into my feelings and you still en route

This ain't the time for this, oh no

You know I'm takin' care of me right now (Know I'm takin' care of me)

You know I'm takin' care of me right now (Oh)

You know I'm takin' care of me right now (Know I'm takin' care of me)

You know I'm takin' care of me right now (Oh)

You know I'm takin' care of me right now (Know I'm takin' care of me)

You know I'm takin' care of me right now (Oh)

You know I'm takin' care of me right now (Know I'm takin' care of me)

You know I'm takin' care of me right now (Oh)

Oh, no, ooh, no

Yeah, yeah

Uh, so fuckin' toxic

You rather hold onto me even when I'm not shit

Arguments, you got it, you got it, yeah

You may have got it, but you not slick, oh no

Arguments and conversations poppin' off

Take you out to Saks where we can shop it off

Penthouse floor in Brickell, oh you gon' tap me off

You so fuckin' selfish you won't stop at all, yeah

Cash out that bag, I cash your feelings out

We'll be sexin' 'til the mornin', you can feel me now

Spinning in my feelings and they still en route

Know this ain't the time for this, oh no

You know I'm takin' care of me right now (Know I'm takin' care of me)

You know I'm takin' care of me right now (Oh)

You know I'm takin' care of me right now (Know I'm takin' care of me)

You know I'm takin' care of me right now (Oh)

You know I'm takin' care of me right now (Know I'm takin' care of me)

You know I'm takin' care of me right now (Oh)

You know I'm takin' care of me right now (Know I'm takin' care of me)

You know I'm takin' care of me right now (Oh)

Oh, no, ooh, no

Yeah, yeah

Talk To Me (Remix) lyrics - Tory Lanez & Rich The Kid (feat. Lil Wayne & DJ Stevie J)

[DJ Stevie J (Lil Wayne):]

Ayo, Tory!

I told you we was gon' do the remix, nigga

Got it on smash

Easy Stevie, easy

(Remix, baby)

[Tory Lanez {Lil Wayne} *DJ Stevie J*:]

Talk to me, baby (Talk)

You's a prissy little missy, baby

I got one night for you, baby (Yeah)

And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor

I want you to talk to me, baby *Remix*

You's a prissy little missy, baby {yeah, yeah, yeah}

I got one night for you, baby (Yeah)

And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor, oh

[Lil Wayne:]

Talk to me, baby, talk to me, talk to me

Say it's all for me, then get on, then get off of me

That is all for me, ain't got no more love to offer me

Watch your tone for me, how you talk to me, softly

You gon' touch yourself, get off for me

What you want from me? Got your thoughts running

Heart pumping, and your skull jumping

You gon' fall for me, you gon' cut a bitch and brawl for me

Whole bunch of missed calls from me, that's withdrawal, honey

Let that nigga give you mall money, it won't solve nothing

I take you shopping in all countries, buy your dog something

When you go topless in drawers for me, look like art to me

The way you sound when you talk to me, sound like harmony

Talk to me

[Tory Lanez {Lil Wayne}:]

Talk to me, baby {Talk to me}

You's a prissy little missy, baby

I got one night for you, baby {Talk to me}

And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor {Yeah, yeah, yeah}

I want you to talk to me, baby (Talk)

You's a prissy little missy, baby

I got one night for you, baby (Yeah)

And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor, oh

Let her go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go {Remix, baby}

Girl, I'll race you to the floor, tell her go {Tory Lanez}

Tell the crew, I got money, I'm the one you wanna know (Lil' Tory)

[Tory Lanez:]

Look, when I drip

You can slip, you know

Yeah, I talk shit

I'm hella rich, ya know

Yellow bone chick

And she hella thick, you know

I'm fucking them superstars

This ain't one of them chicks you know

I got a kid right by the Bri

I got a chick, her name Christina

Know who to meet when I need a

New two-seater, two new divas

Know who to greet when I need some brand new weed, it's two new reefers

Know who to see when I need some brand new freaks

It's two new skeezers right there

Pop up on ya like, yeah

Buzzing like I'm Lightyear

Ain't see me in a light-year

I pull up and I put my dick inside your chick, your nightmare

Got it on my shirt, it might smear

But that mean she cumming, and it's right there, yeah

Talk to me, baby (Talk)

You's a prissy little missy, baby

I got one night for you, baby (Yeah)

And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor

I want you to talk to me, baby (Talk)

You's a prissy little missy, baby

I got one night for you, baby (Yeah)

And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor, oh

Let her go, go, go, go (Yeah)

Go, go, go, go (What?)

Girl, I'll race you to the floor, tell her go

Tell the crew, I got money, I'm the one you wanna know

[Rich The Kid:]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I can make that pussy talk back (What?)

I can spoil you wit' these big racks (Racks)

She got good head (Head) and she eat her cornbread (Cornbread)

The Wraith red, Ben Frank, my friends dead (Yeah)

I don't wanna miss it, I love the money, I don't wanna kiss you

The pussy official, I fuck her one time and her face in a pillow

It's a one night ting, my diamonds fighting

This not no Breitling, that pussy biting

I tell her to talk to me (Talk to me)

The plug gon' walk with me (Plug)

Ooh, she bougie, she busy (Busy)

Fuck it, might buy her a Bentley (Bentley, fuck it)

Go (Go), go to the floor and pick up (And pick up)

She callin' my phone, might pick up (Brr)

She too bad, I might miss her (Rich)

[Tory Lanez:]

Talk to me, baby (Talk)

You's a prissy little missy, baby

I got one night for you, baby (Yeah)

And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor

I want you to talk to me, baby (Talk)

You's a prissy little missy, baby

I got one night for you, baby (Yeah)

And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor

I want you to talk to me, baby (Talk to me)

Temperature Rising lyrics - Tory Lanez

Yeah, yeah

Wow, wow, ayy

Temperature's risin'

And I'm fantasizin' bout' givin' it to you

Givin' you somethin'

Won't lie, it's somethin' I wanna do to you

We got all night, girl, we can take it slowly

Look back at it and shake it for me

'Cause only I can make you feel the way you feel

Time to make you feel it for real

Temperature risin' (Temperature risin')

Makin' love slow (We're makin' it slowly)

Your body's callin' (It's callin' me, yeah)

Rubbin' on me slow (Slow)

Got my attention (You got my attention)

Undivided (And it's undivided)

I wanna love ya

This time, this time, I wanna love ya

Tonight it's a love makin' affair

Temperature's risin'

And I'm still fantasizin' 'bout what I wanna do to you

My body pressed against your body, baby (Yeah)

I'm hittin' places that nobody can (Yeah)

Lickin' your body

Lovin' as the sweat drip down, yeah

I'm tellin' you to lock the door

If we ain't sexin', what we in here for?

Temperature risin' (Ooh, I know you know it's risin')

Makin' love slow (We're makin' it slowly)

Your body's callin' (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

Rubbin' on me slow (Yeah, yeah)

Got my attention (And you got my attention)

Undivided (It's undivided)

I wanna love ya (Yeah)

Tonight it's a love makin' affair (Lovin', lovin' makin' affair)

Tory Lanez other songs:

 

They Don't Know lyrics - MO3 & Tory Lanez

 I've been

I've, I've been (That's dope)

I've been

I've, I've been

I've been

Straight out of Dallas, I went to a palace

I came down on my bullshit (Woah)

Lick and loaded, got a full clip (Oh)

I know that she like to got tell all her friends that she ain't fuckin' with me

Ain't down with my, ain't down with my bullshit

She play around but she stay down, oh

'Cause the club be open when she pullin' up (She pullin' up)

I go black on that pussy, my hoodie up (Hoodie, hoodie, hoodie)

I get back in that pool and then scoop it up (Oh, oh)

When I'm done, I just call her a Uber up

She fucked MO3, she fucked Tory (Yeah)

She was actin' like we wasn't good enough

She be lyin', dawg

Been stalkin' and spyin', dawg, I know that she want some more

They don't know, oh-oh (They don't know)

How you be callin' my name (Oh-oh-oh)

Do they know, oh-oh

That you be stalkin' my page?

Oh, they don't, oh-oh

I know you feel some kind of ways

Girl, you're wrong (You're wrong)

Puttin' on a show, oh-oh

But I bet that they don't know, oh-oh (They don't know)

How you be callin' my name (Oh-oh-oh)

Ooh, and I know, oh-oh (Oh-oh-oh)

That you be stalkin' my page

All I know, oh-oh

I know you feel some kind of ways

Girl, you're wrong

Puttin' on a show, oh-oh

I don't mean to make you mad but I won't say a thing

Them hoes they see you, they act like they got a wedding ring

Misery loves company, don't fall for that

And your friend keep sayin' that I'm a dog but she not far from that

I can't lie, I done did some things

Oh, baby, I'm not ashamed

Ooh-wee, I wanna be in your life

When I touch, I make it rain

Drop dick, you sayin' my name, girl

I just wanna make it right

But I bet that they don't know, oh-oh (They don't know)

How you be callin' my name (Oh-oh-oh)

Do they know, oh-oh

That you be stalkin' my page?

Oh, they don't, oh-oh (Oh, they don't)

I know you feel some kind of ways

Girl, you're wrong (You're wrong)

Puttin' on a show, oh-oh

But I bet that they don't know, oh-oh (They don't know)

How you be callin' my name (Oh-oh-oh)

Ooh, and I know, oh-oh (Oh-oh-oh)

That you be stalkin' my page (My page, oh)

All I know, oh-oh

I know you feel some kind of ways

Girl, you're wrong

Puttin' on a show, oh-oh

They don't know, oh-oh

How you be callin' my name

Do they know, oh-oh

That you be stalkin' my page?

Oh, they don't, oh-oh

I know you feel some kind of ways

Girl, you're wrong

Puttin' on a show, oh-oh

But I bet that they don't know, oh-oh

How you be callin' my name

Time lyrics - Tory Lanez

 Can't believe I fell in love with her

Now I don't even wanna fuck with her

Feel like nothing's ever enough with her

Barely checking to see what's up with her

'Cause I had some player traits that I let you take away

You said you'll stay the same and look how you changed your ways

And I feel like it's half way my fault 'cause I just

I fell in love with her, knowing exactly what it was with her

Knowing nothing could ever ever be enough with her

I split up with her

And when I feel like I need it and she come up again

Back it up, again

Then we fight and we fuss and then we love, we lust

And then we kiss, we touch and then we fuck again

We used to fuck all day

We'd rotate them blunts all day

You were down to hit that lick

We would split that shit both ways, oh

But you don't know

If it ain't love what we come for?

Let them hoes be in the front rows

While you and me count these hundos

Toca Tuesday Freestyle lyrics - Tory Lanez

 Look, uh, uh, uh

Same clothes on me for a week straight

Pray the Lord help me for my peep's sake

When my mama died, I became a soldier

Papa couldn't save him, I was out there gettin' paper, hol' up

MAC-11, barcodes in my arsenal

Lil' nigga Lost Cause, Arg Fargo

Shit I'm comin' for the game and you all know

And you know I keep - on the - slow, uh

Should - you -ers if it's real call

I'll pay the ticket for your bitch, get if it's wheel call

And when I ridin' on you niggas wit' my lil' dogs

Stone cold, we just wanted that control hol' up

I'm with my niggas rollin' in this whip, it's stolen

Off a fifth of Hogan, if you chick is scoldin'

The whip get open and your bitch get open

Look, this shit is sinister, ain't it ironic

My pops was a minister, nigga

For that side, I will ride, I will finish a nigga

Catch them how I rolled 'em

Shootin' photos of the job, hold it

Young Fargo, I'm just tryna let it all go, look

Lil' sister cryin', she got multiple structures

Takin' needles every night just to hold a discussion

You don't know that pain nigga you don't know that rain

Beggin' niggas for they change, you don't know that shame

You never slept in no park, you had a home to stay

Walkin' through The Dot, nigga, you ain't show that chain

I was down and dirty, tryna get a pound for 30

Hit a nigga I'll buy him for a round of 30

Listen and my - got the - going

Shade 45, or K 45

And we ain't playin' on you niggas, boy, I'm so live

And you know nigga, shit, you know a nigga

Eyes on a nigga, do 'em like I owe a nigga

It's all gravy though, it's all gravy though

I come up in the spot, niggas like, I'm crazy though

I got that crazy flow

I got that might fuck around and just fuck around and just fuck you lady though

Oh, niggas know, I stay freestylin' bars like I'm P nilin'

Young nigga be wilin'

Don't give a fuck about a nigga who's hatin'

I'm in street's muh'fucker you could, uh

Hol' up, I just come through spittin'

Niggas come through and they ain't - with the written

I'm never with the written but I'm -

Hol' up

Tuh lyrics - Tory Lanez (feat. EST Gee, VV$ Ken)

 Got it on Smash

[Tory Lanez:]

Fuck all that talkin', I'm back with that 7.62 and it's spittin'

I got a bad lil' bitch fuckin' on anybody in the room, that'll get her Givenchy

Holdin' the vibe at the condo, I don't need nobody

No entry for niggas that envy

She set a threesome up, I fucked her friend

She got jelly, now she on Twitter actin' petty

Sent my other bitch a whip and got wetty

My diamonds bustin' down the wrist in baguettie

I hit his bitch and he couldn't accept it

Bitch, I got all type of sticks, I got invested

Whole lotta gateway

All my niggas in jail, I got you through the JPay

Rockefeller guap, Sky-Dweller watch

But we all started at the Day-Date

Hit the dealer, come back with another car

Hit the jeweler, come back with another watch

Hit that bih from the back and I let her watch

El Dorado, the cap with the yellow top

I done shopped 'til I dropped in Givenchy

Been on top since I dropped in the Bentley

When that day come around and I buss up the case

Don't you niggas come back actin' friendly

After this, I don't fuck with you rappin' niggas

Bitch, I'm good in the trap with the savages

Plus, I'm good in the board with the business niggas

Get the fuck out my face, mind your business

Different angles, I'ma watch it, colorblind

Bagged your bitch and I fucked her some other time

Make a hit, then I go make another song

I got nothin' to lose on you fuck niggas

I been in this shit here for like ten years

I got nothin' to prove, all you fuck niggas

No award in the world could define me, nigga

I got bad bitches think it's timey, nigga

Cell me, let me know if it's cool to fuck

You could pull up on me uninvited, ha

And then I smoke the pussy like a spliff

I light it, I'ma throw a party, every bitch invited

I'ma get money fasho, yeah

No, I cannot do no regular

I'm in running for trapper, trapper of the year

I'm juggin' off four different cellulars

Tell my teachers, "Fuck you, you can't tell me nothin'"

Shut the fuck up while I pull a Bentley up

I've been shinin' so bright, now they envy us

Wonder how them niggas feel that set me up

I done witnessed my nigga Kellz go to jail and come back and hop in a Urus

Different bitches gettin' bagged like [?]

Take your bitch right back from you, I'm courteous

If a chick cheat on me, she ain't serious

She must not give a fuck 'bout her paper

She must not give a fuck 'bout her majors

Even if her other nigga major, that nigga ain't gettin'

[Tory Lanez (EST Gee):]

More paper than me

I got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me

I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free

Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me

Tuh, tuh

Dead presidential paper on me

How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me?

I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit

Tuh, tuh

Got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me

I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free

Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me

Tuh, tuh

Dead presidential paper on me

How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me?

I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit

Tuh, tuh (Yeah, tell them niggas)

[EST Gee:]

Yeah, I make 'em renew they membership

Niggas is new to this spinnin' shit

We was up one day, we gambled with it

Tripled the gravity, he had to remember it

He caught a face shot and lived with it

But when he talk, now he spittin' shit

Practice and preachin', no hypocrite, bond was a million

I'm spinnin' and can't let 'em sit, and I'm with 'em, whatever the endin' is

I'm on an island with killers, on Gilligan

I ain't no regular citizen, trippin', I'll fuck around and up the innocent

Talkin' tough, you know he been a bitch, secure the premises

Choppa and swisher when I enter in

I'm tryna finish him, whoever he post a picture with

Niggas be bitches, they sensitive, rappin' but not really livin' it

I'm in a rental, I tint it, it's spinnin'

We miss 'em and spin again, that's how we settle our differences

I still be bendin', I'm really rich

Bitch nigga, you a gentleman, in the streets, I'm goated

Niggas be hoes and I know it

Hittin' his phone, I know niggas ain't focused

All of my bitches love breakin' in local

That's why they hatin' on me

Can't say they gettin' more paper than Gee

[Tory Lanez:]

Not more paper than me

I got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me

I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free

Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me

Tuh, tuh

Dead presidential paper on me

How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me?

I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit

Tuh, tuh

Got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me

I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free

Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me

Tuh, tuh

Dead presidential paper on me

How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me?

I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit

Tuh, tuh

[VV$ Ken:]

I'm on my time and I do what I wanna do

In the hood, sellin' birds with a bird in the air (Brrd)

Let me know if you want you a brick or two

Ride around with a stick or two

One of 'em dirty, it really got busy, it killed a few

Take a bullet so big, if I shoot it, I'm movin' 'cause I know it'll really kill a crew

Money set like Gorilla Glue

It came right out of the safe and them ten thousand bands

Swipin' cards and I'm trappin', I just signed a deal, I'ma go out and throw my advance

All it took was a chance and now I got paper on me, and I get it the quickest (Frrr, frrr)

Niggas know not to play with me, I'm Magic Johnson, I'm shootin', they know I'm the sickest

Call her bluff like a cricket

She wanna come over, bend while I stick it

I take my time on that cat while I lick it

I take my time on the beat when I pick it

I caught a opp and I shot him like Ricky

I like my filet with lettuce and mayo

I'm breakin' up rap like Saweetie and Quavo

Pull up on oppers like I'm playin' Halo

I nutted in shawty 'cause she looked like JLo

[Tory Lanez:]

Not more paper than me

I got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me

I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free

Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me

Tuh, tuh

Dead presidential paper on me

How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me?

I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit

Tuh, tuh

Got bad little bitches, they waitin' on me

I'm a young nigga, gettin' this paper for free

Bitch, I'm young and single, don't be waitin' on me

Tuh, tuh

Dead presidential paper on me

How you lookin' up to me but hatin' on me?

I'm a young nigga, gotta get this shit, get this shit

Tuh, tuh

W lyrics - Tory Lanez

 I can't step back on my block without no W

Lil' bitch think I'm finna chase, yeah, I'll find another you

I'm outchea thuggin', rollin' stogies from this gas station

I'm duckin' paparazzi flash, lil' bitch, I'm trap famous

So many people know my pockets, it's like my stash famous

I remember bein' so broke, shit, I ain't wanna have no babies

We was project playin' 'til Clip came with that black Mercedes

If you was pussy then, you pussy now, nigga, you can't erase it

I never saw us becoming famous in my imagination

Sat in too many rooms with losers who was procrastinatin'

Screamin', "Gang, gang, gang," it seemed so fascinatin'

The gang is at the wall, 0 and three, they catchin' cases

On the block, that's where I back the Wraiths

Shinin' on these white folk that was actin' racist

When your influence too big then they assassinate ya

When you keep this shit too real they wanna fabricate ya

Baby mama on my phone, she outchea bitchin' at me

Don't talk to me right now, my dawg, I'm trigger happy

It's like my girlfriend always mad whenever a nigga happy

It's like my girlfriend always mad whenever my niggas happy

Out in Amsterdam, I'm at the coffee shop

I ain't conversatin' if you talk a lot

Niggas only half-winnin', shit, we one and two

So I can't step back on my block without no W

Wait For You (Freestyle) lyrics - Tory Lanez

 Wait for you, for you

I will wait for you, I will wait for you

Higher, saying higher-er-er-er

Ayy (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Look

Louis V luggage, who is she fuckin'? (Ooh-ooh)

Huggin' on me tight as the shoe I am stuck in

And truly, I'm lucky for fuckin' with shorty for all this time

It felt like I was callin' blind, but still could call her mine

Your friend like a cop, the way she lock the line (Ooh-ooh)

Plans, I was plottin' mise

You a star player, from the stands, I was jottin' lines

And in your hands, I allotted mines

Own seller made amends sittin' over cottage wine

Lookin' at your body with my toxic eyes (World was ending)

You and all your foreign curves lookin' like some hot design (Would you cry or would you try to get me?)

Who alive for [?]? (Tell me now, I want you to be clear, yeah)

Imaginary contracts, but shorty make me feel like you gotta sign (Tell me now, I want you to be clear, yeah)

Before you runnin' out of time

Look you in your eyes, but, ain't nobody's stare as hot as mine (I will wait for you, for you)

Aimin' for your soul, shot my shot, but it was left like I was Stoudemire (I will wait for you)

The leaves stripping off the trees, watchin' Adam cry (I will wait for you)

Feel like my soul dark as Gotham sky (I will wait, will wait for you)

But, see, shorty like sunflowers and rain showers (For you)

I been the one to hold protection when the pain towers (I will wait for you)

And when the world feels like it's fallin' on you, the problems keep crawlin' on you (I will wait for you)

Gear-shiftin' and everything's stallin' on you

Here I am, poppin' up as fate and still callin' on you (Ooh-ooh)

I paint the picture on your body, like I'm drawin' on you

You see many, but somehow, I don't see a flaw upon you

You got that million-dollar— They low-ballin' on you

Yeah, kissin' you feel like lightin' this weed, shorty is right on my speed (I will wait for you, for you)

Conceded with you, shorty, you know you high in my steez (I will wait for you)

I show you passion, but, it seem like you like when I bleed (I will wait for you)

Feelings all over my face, hard day, I ride on my sleeve (I will wait, will wait for you)

The arguments are always toxic, it's right on your neesh (For you)

You talkin' to me like you got me on some kind of leash (I will wait for you)

I'm talkin' to you like I really need some time and peace (I will wait for you)

Tryna back out of this house we created, but can't find a lease (Ooh, ooh)

Denyin' us and everything that we was tryna be

I lock you out enough, and somehow, you just find the key

You got me thinkin', "God, is this what this designed to be?"

Started as my dog, along the way I started findin' fleas (Will wait for you)

Slimy ways and envy and greed (For you)

I hate you ended bein' who they said you would be (Will wait for you)

With your pretentious pleas and all of my attention seeks (Will wait for you)

Over-expressive needs, feelings on extensive leave (Ooh, ooh)

Mentally, you fucked up more than I am (Ooh, ooh)

Physically and mentally, I'm fucked up for over tryin'

That's why I'm prayin' to the stars, layin' over Zion

God know I ain't perfect, but Lord knows that I'm tryin'

For real (Ooh, ooh)

Watch For Your Soul (Freestyle) lyrics - Tory Lanez

 If I die before I wake up, pray the Lord my soul to take

Repent for my sins and meet him at the golden gate

Lost some of my dawgs, so in my heart, man, it's this frozen place

Gotta watch for your soul, man, you could go today

Oh, my dawg, I'm finna meet you at them golden gates

We sat together like a pair of fucking roller skates

Ridin' around inside that Civic with the stolen plates

They got a nigga feeling colder than the frozen lakes

Fell on my knees with all the Gs, man, it ain't no complaints

Gotta keep it real, dawg, never would you squeal, dawg

Fuck the frenemies and the enemies, this was my real dawg

See, even if you six feet deep, my nigga, you're still squad

And I'm finna hold your place when I see your daughter's face

I wish I could re-wrote all them dates and have some soldiers placed

Even if it was on my time, I'd make them hold they place

Lord knows I ain't condoning, but they be shooting like it's Golden State

I got so much pain in what I used to call a golden place

Sip my liquor straight, 'cause when I sip, man, I can't cope with chase

Man, I lost my dawg, I lost my squad, I lost my fam, dawg

How many streets that I'm thuggin' in, I tryna get bam, dawg

When you were scamming, dawg, you would the Lamb and floss

We was both abandoned, we was trapping out of bandis, dawg

Thought that he could scam it all, but they gave him a headshot

Know that when you livin' you gon' die by that red dot

Cops is like some fire ants, so we was ducking red hots

Twistin' on them blocks, had make us lock it like it was dreadlocks

And I miss my dawg, was fighting fed shots

I can't believe this life done brought you to a dead stop

We were fighting fed cases, counting up these dead faces

Talking about this money we finna invest, 'cause the next year was pacin'

Never had no scared face, you was 10 toes down

Right behind a nigga when I was down with 10 fours 'round

When them niggas surround you, see who's around you, that's how it goes down

You was in a cold town, they caught you when you was slowed down

Prayin' five times a day, just tryin' to spill my soul out

'Posed be with me on tour days, 'cause everything is sold out, nah, nah, nah

I wish I could stunt one more time with my nigga

Hit the corner, jump one more time with my nigga

Wish I could get it jumpin' one more time with my nigga

I think about you everyday, yeah, I got you

If I die before I wake up, pray the Lord my soul to take

Repent for my sins and meet him at the golden gate

Lost some of my dawgs, so in my heart, man, it's this frozen place

Gotta watch for your soul, man, you could go today

What Happened To The Kids lyrics - Tory Lanez

 What happened to the kids?

A bunch of fucked up shit that happened where we lived (Uh)

Niggas braggin' and pro backing it at the crib, yeah

I was throwin' blows, toe taggin' it at the crib, yeah

Fightin' niggas older than me

My older brother said he won't defend me

I'm like, "Fuck it, nigga, don't defend me"

I know the Lord sent me

I sense Jehovah in me every time my soul is empty

I know the devil on my shoulder heavy

But the Lord'll always have some soldiers ready

I've exposed how deadly this war can get already

Mind, body, flesh, and my flesh

I know the heavens and the hells

Is both fightin' for my soul when I rest

I got these tightened up holes in my chest

They feel cold in my vest

And still, I pray my son'll grow in my steps

So he can get that same feelin' at night

And know his life got a purpose

And he ain't gotta pop a pill in his life

Ain't gotta hit them corners, chillin' wit' them killers at night

Like I did, and make mistakes that I did, tryna provide for my kid

I can't let him just rumble through all of the fumble that I did

'Cause I slid, so many times on all of these niggas I just can't (Uh)

Let his life fall into shambles, know this, life is all a gamble

But we bettin' from this angle, nigga

I'm tryna teach my brothers 'bout the dangers, nigga

Cold world, I'm tryna make some fuckin' changes, nigga

Give us somethin' that's gon' change us, nigga

Positive conversations when niggas angry, nigga

Instead of throwin' us in cages, nigga

Section 8, they got us livin' by these wages, nigga

Stop treatin' us like we dangerous, nigga

And maybe we'll stop bein' so dangerous, nigga

A lot of niggas out here stainin' niggas

If he your color, he your brother, you can't hate this nigga

Self-hatred what they taught us (Uh)

And look at all the shit it brought us

Mothers, daughters, sons, and sisters all in coffins

And what we got to show? Somebody that's recordin', nigga

Mental illness at an all-time high

We so caught up in the 'Gram, tryna be all-time fly

So much, you can't even show up in the same clothes

Somebody always lurkin', they clockin' your same pose

Callin' all women hoes, you know how the sayin' goes

Everywhere I go, I see the same hoes

But that's the same shit I'm sayin' don't save souls

Am I a hypocrite for sayin' them same roles?

I'm tryna change life, change mines, and change yours

But bitch, I'm only human, I fall in the same toes sometimes

When Its Dark (E-NFT) 8-10-21 (Freestyle) lyrics - Tory Lanez

 I'm tryna understand where was the L I mean the shows got bigger all I did was cop more cars cop more ice haha more cribs the press got bigger I guess I guess you could say a lot has changed yeah Canada

Yeah 20,000 dollars stuffed in my Amiris

400 on that Cullinan shit scary

'Cause when I was backing out them Benzes nah y'all ain't hear me

Now the Rolls Royce truck parked and stunt on any car that park near me

Check the Rollie homie I got time today

Balling like I'm signed to play

It's common buying diamonds eating ramen on a private plane

Disrespectful shooters with me, they'll make your mom a stain

I done lost it all got nothing to lose I make my llama bang

Niggas say it's beef and I don't see it I just see 50 packs

50 him 50 him by the night go get him whacked

Twitter niggas dissing while I'm laughing bringing millis back

Boy you said it's danger put that work and bring my Glizzy back

I'm wearing out these sweats for a week straight

Left 'em in police tape, my alibi Phillipe's steak

Yeah, I'll steal a nigga flow and what (And what, pussy?)

Nigga and what?

I rockin' 4 diamonds and diamonds

Chinchilla jackets inside of the hottest climates

If my mom could see me now she'd say I'm flying, get a whiff of me

20 golden chains look like I'm Mr. T, you shittin' me?

I done took some time but now I'm focused

Pros like a plumber you ain't on shit then don't approach us

Cancel me and send me where I'm gang gang with all the roaches

You popping on the coaches getting the doses with them toasters

Checkmate

Hopping on my hesi step on the court doing them head fakes

Niggas keep on sleeping on me hope they asleep 'til the bed break

Copping all my dogs watch they used to rob niggas bare faced

Middy still work the camera for me but the nigga Rollie with the red face

Still getting head in the staircase niggas call me a headcase

20,000 popping out the rubber band nigga all dead face

I remember nights when my dog told me that he used to want the red Wraith

Now we pissing on the Wraith nigga we done made it nigga ain't a fair race

Uh

40,000 dollars spent it all at strokers

Fuck up out that door or we might slap up the promoters

Old niggas talking but I ain't hearing 'em, I put fear in 'em

I leave Cas' body in that casket his career is in

My prime and your prime, dawg it's no comparison

What you gon' compare, some Smack DVD appearances?

Ding ding ding 15 seconds of fame is up

Was in them hotels with R. Kelly, we should flame you up

Plain Janes everywhere like Spiderman aiming up

Peashooter pocket rocket, making sure my baby tucked

She can't even diss me proper, she know I'm a crazy fuck

Off the lean I got this bitch screaming off my lazy fuck

If you see me out with 2 bitches it's 'cause my ladies fuck

If you see me out with your new bitch that bitch my latest fuck

Feeling like a porn star I'm watching all this paper come

Got you on the on star I'm 'bout to come and flame you up

Suit case full of cash got me getting paper cuts

I might buy the house beside my house to get my neighbors up

Niggas say I'm trippin' lately I don't give your favorite fuck

Diamonds with the latest cuts, promise I ain't changing up

Yeah, in it 'til the endin'

Just me against the world but shit been feelin' like I'm winning

I laugh about these rap niggas, would've folded in my position

More old money than a pension why I got a whole 4 in my extension? Canada

Stop fucking playing with us nigga

This Umbrella shit ain't no joke

We fly fast cars, nigga, fly jets nigga

Bad bitches, wild Chanel bags and shit

Yeah

My nigga J just made like 3 million dollars he keeping it low, you know what I'm saying

And that's my homeboy, he don't even fucking rap

C'mon man

Wherever You Are lyrics - Rarri & Tory Lanez

 I just want your arms all on me

Baby let it go, just trust me

I want you to be all on me

Wherever you are

I just want your arms all on me

Baby let it go, just trust me

I want you to be all on me

Wherever you are

I don't wanna keep overthinking

I try to keep our heads up but we're sinking

Now getting big racks and big packs we're winning

You know my choppa automatic we ain't missing

Can't not be slipping, diamonds they blinking

Take a PJ to Miami

I know they can't understand me

Just wait till I get that Grammy

Shordy like to drip in Fendi

Just woke up at 5pm

Tell me it's not her again

All her friends in my DM

All that cap I can't condemn

I can't fall back from us

And I gave you all my trust

I wanna get back your call

I run the bag up so I can't call

I just want your arms all on me

Baby let it go, just trust me

I want you to be all on me

Wherever you are

I just want your arms all on me

Baby let it go, just trust me

I want you to be all on me

Wherever you are

I get the feeling when the feeling feels right

And baby no lie still got the feeling for tonight

And I think you know why I got caught up this time

I'm not for going out and tryna find the one I like

But when you gazed through my soul, girl I like the feeling

Feels like I prayed for this moment and I'm still in here with ya

Take all the time that you need when you giving me loving

I need somebody that'll love me and the end of discussion

On me she goes

She getting me high again

She's on a role

I might make her mine again

And no one knows

Had to tell her why again

747 get you flying again

I just want your arms all on me

Baby let it go, just trust me

I want you to be all on me

Wherever you are

I just want your arms all on me

Baby let it go, just trust me

I want you to be all on me

Wherever you are

Violins lyrics - Tory Lanez

Ughhh!

Can't stop what you can't see nigga...
Canadaaa

Winnnnn baby!

Swavey!

I been in it for a minute boy
(Boyyyyy)

Got a hot plate come get it boy
(Boyyyy)

Cause all my whips come tinted boy
(Boyyy)

Audemar on my wrist come with it boy
(Boyyy)

I been in it for a minute boy
(Boyyyyy)

Got a hot plate come get it boy
(Boyyyy)

Cause all my whips come tinted boy
(Boyyy)

Audemar on my wrist come with it boy
(Boyyy)

St Laurents with the ice on
(Some weird ass noise)

You niggas couldn't see me with the
Lights on (another weird ass noise)

Bad chick you probably gotta put ya price on
You could brincuher in I kill it all, Lysol

All green lining (yeaa),
With the lint on em (ahh)

Frog green diamonds (yeaa),
Kiss the prince charming (ahh)

Sleepin on you rappers yea a nigga been snoring

I'm just riding on the track like my name was jeff Gordon

I get crash out the meter though
See ya chick ski a hoe (yeaaaa)
See her come see her go
Ya ain't even peep it though (yeaa)

Cheesy like a pizza though
Eat her like a peter roll
Makeirer sing figaro
Latin chick Diablo (DIABLOOO)

Nasty ass nigga know some classy ass women

Dating me will get ya Louie and ya maxy pads Lining, haa

I'm half dutch, that really doesn't matter
I just threw that on the track cause I had nothing to come after

My sign is a leo is
My necklace on frio

Picking out some dimes my selection is a trio (WIN)

Don't ever think niggas is getting better than me

I'm with my click and I'm ready
(I'm ready)
I'm on a 5th of that remy

Picturing niggas in my position couldn't picture many

I'm talking lickings from henny
Taking pictures cause I'm friendly
Friendly but nigga don't temp me
Soon as I start feeling yo envy

Bets get from round me ya emptied
I'm bound to get ency
And all you actor ass rappers deserve you a emy

Cause ya'll got time and money to pay for it
(They do) [x2]

See I got dimes of honeys to pay for it
(I do) [x2]

See when it comes to this game I gotta play for it

I mean center, Lil ass niggas need dinner
Canada!

These girls all snakes, And they need venom

So I tell em come here baby sink ya teeth in em

True relig denim, prescription jars with cali weed in em...

Ha ha ha [x2]

Win!

I hope you didn't think that he's finish

Like he won't come back with a mean sentence

I got shit on the streets, I need tenants

Riding 4 deep in a jeep with 3 semi's [Cough]

Boy I'm hot, I gotta keep sweaty

The game on lock, lanez got the keys ready
(Huh!)

I'm the leathalest Injections

Deeper than you pussies, no need for protection

Boy! [x2]

And we win!

And we win!

Said we win!

Win!
Win!
Win!

Win! [x5]