mixtape: T.L 2 T.O (2009

• Say What's Ill
• Restricted Raven
• Go Hard
• Liquor
• Internet Girl
• We Just Ride
• Getaway
• Can't Stop Me Freestyle
• Caucasian Girls
• Unstoppable Freestyle
• Closer 

Say What's Ill lyrics - Tory Lanez

If you could put your eyesight through my eye view

Swear you'd see it shorter than a shorty who's 5"2'

High cool palms through this paper I write through

'Bout that "Real Love" that a Mary J. Blige do

I do things for shorties who's eyes blue

But her light skin red like Piru

And damn, I'm feeling like a plane

I'm just looking for a air-head shorty to fly through

And I sky through whips like a crash dummy

You cats funny, this rapping is my dad sonny

Lost the mother years back, don't ask money

Niggas who got religious will still blast for me

I'm back like fiends for the drug money

You dumb funny fuckers fronting like thugs buddy

Anyone with a flag can be a blood, but he won't be a blood when it comes to the sun dummy

Asking women, "Why your man counting ones honey?"

Without Wayne, he's still dealing with young money

And I been looking for a girl, so you can take three and lose two and still wouldn't be the one for me

I never wished for niggas to get it intertwined

The money 360°, even sitting in a line

I realize none of these niggas is friends of mine

Mel Gibson ain't the only nigga catching signs

You gotta understand I'm in a different mind

I'm Vince Carter 2x, I'm in a different prime

I got my fork and my knife like it's dinner time

Taking niggas greens like trees in the winter time

I feel lost with this pen of mine

I'm just talking, I ain't even begin to rhyme

I'm burning up rappers like [?]

Like a pimp at a strip club, you can get behind

Feel your mind change, in this diaphragm

It's all mind games, It's part of the diagram

And I sit back and watch time change

My frame cool in a room full of five lames

Mr. Nine chain wearing round my neck piece

SB fans in the winter with the fresh fleece

I'm X streets, [?] best be

In and out the slot like a USB

Crew freshly dressed [?]

Watch your M-A-N-V-M-E

But I can bring that fly shit right back

Make a broad say I'm bad like Mike Jack

Type of rappers wanna lie while I write facts

Sleeping on niggas, PJs and a night cap

You see, I'm cold as an ice rack

But I'm fresh out the mouth like a nice jab

I heard your pipe rap, Family Guy

I ain't sharp, one shot your brain marrow fly

But I can burn you mans alive

You faker than a human disguise

Just take it how two mans collide

I shine, I can take the sun from the South and leave Houston deprived

But, Houston, we got a P-R-oblem

Whether you are Batman or Robin

[?] in a room, a bafoon or a goon or a goblin

You are nothing but a joker in the city of Gotham

I feel I was tossed in this mix off

Shit got me puzzled like a jigsaw, shit, boy

We living it all like it's pish posh

But I'm feeling like a block, like Chris Bosh

To see succession or beat depression and leave recession

I got devilish style, I need to see the Reverend

I need a blessing to leave a lesson, to key in testing

'Cause I'm professional, born in a seminal

If I'm the envelope, you niggas the centerfold

I'm in heaven still tryna dodge the men below

I'm telling every girl that we can't elope

States boy getting peeled like antelope

And we ain't on the same level, the same stage

Still Fly like Drake, but we ain't on the same page

As far as the future sees

Welcome to the future, T.O

Welcome to the mixtape

Restricted Raven lyrics - Restricted Raven

I gotta get into my, uh

Story-telling state

It's like

Ayo, what happened last summer

It started with a text message saying

"Hey man, my name is Raven and we exchanged numbers

Sometime last night around the Government club"

Now I'm sittin 'here wondering "what?", 'cause I don't 'member that

But I sat back and played along with her

I logged on my phone, seen her face on Twitter

The voice in my brain saying "Lanez go on get her"

So I'm thinking with all that switching

Looking at my phone, no call back digits

Matter of fact, the phone call restricted

She won't come straight, so I'm all offended

But I let it down

'Cause just 'cause little mama call block didn't mean we couldn't mess around

So I kept on texting, but I shouldn't love her

And by now she had me open like a book cover

I mean shorty knew everything about me

She my ray of sunshine when it's cloudy

It's like shorty my 3-1 without 3

And then she questioned like "Do you heave a girlfriend?"

I said, "Nah, I'm as single as first head."

And even though I know I'm lying my pants off

Shorty too special just to give up the chance dawg

And I never seen Raven in person

But the pictures that she sent me are the whirlwind

And I would change my girlfriend for her sting

So I text her the question "Would you be mine?"

And then I sat back waiting for a reply

And then she text me

See I'm gon' show a lil' something that's gon blow through your sweet mind

She said, "Don't get me wrong, 'cause I ain't player hatin'

But it's your girlfriend nigga, I was playing Raven

The whole time it was me on the phone

Well I know that you ain't faithful, I'm 'a leave you alone

So uh, to end it off nigga here is my one note

The dream love me and you had is done for

Now this is how I lost a good girl to a dumb phone

You have no messages

Go Hard lyrics - Tory Lanez

Yeah

Uh huh

It's T Lanez

You already know who it is I shouldn't have even said that

And I feel real good, baby

You know what I mean

I look around and there ain't too much of y'all

But I guess when you fly as me you 100,000 feet in the air you don't really see population

Yeah

Look

I got 'em open like a fresh pair of eyelids

And yeah I'm on my fly shit and I could blow ya mind quick

Call me the sidekick

Chillin' on a island with five chicks small like a hybrid

Ball like Mike did and now these niggas hatin' every idea

This '09 year y'all gon cry tears

If famous wear a shirt that say "I rap" you should wear a shirt that says "I fear"

I feel

I scare rappers like a motherfucking virus

Her head up in the cloud and I'm the motherfucking pilot

And you ain't getting the same green I get

I mean I get so much green it's like I'm Irish

High glis' on my wrist and you can see the camera shoot

The CD gettin' spins it's Mr. Crash Bandicoot

The [?] like damn the goose

You don't want a band to do

Then yeah I got a plan and your man is what you plan to lose

Yup

Yeah I swear I fucking does it

I fuck Hillary Duff make it cheaper by the dozen

I don't mean to quote Drake, but I pop Rosé

Trey Songz ain't long I'm the mortherfucking man

Catch me in the cut I throw a motherfucking grand

Do 'em like [?] and throw it for the cam

I'm just tryna make you niggas understand

I got goons that'll make you niggas do the running man

Baby I ain't never need it

Couple kickass Lamborghinis

Something fly up on my feet (I go hard)

Ladies see me when you see me

On the CD or a TV

I'm a fly, gassed nigga (I go hard)

And when I climb up down the cove

This wet up to my leg and tell my niggas what it do (I go hard)

You could say I'm in the wrong but I'ma go hard until I'm gone motherfucker (I go hard)

Yeah bitch I go (hard)

Yeah bitch I go (hard)

And my fit is so (hard)

And my sneakers so (hard)

And my class is so (hard)

And my bag is so (hard)

And your girl is so (hard)

'Cause she keep the dick (hard)

Yeah you know I'm on (hard)

Yeah you know I stay (hard)

Wit' your bitch I go (hard)

'Cause she keep the dick (hard)

And my fit is so (hard)

Yeah bitch I'm so (hard)

Yeah bitch I'm so (hard)

Yeah bitch (I go hard)

Yeah

I'm what you niggas tryna be man

It ain't the seafood when I give ya chick the seaman

See my last chick she stay up on some past shits

But I don't take the ex like I never did E, man

Yeah

I'm hotter than the summer season

I burn a hater mouth like the south jerk seasonin'

And I ball for no reason, teasin'

Do nothing with these hoes but I beat 'em like reason

Yeah

See y'all little no wheezin'

If opposites is sick then my diamonds make 'em queezin'

For the cats who?

Hate me nigga that's you

'Cause hatin' stick to me like a tattoo

Catch who?

Y'all niggas never had that dude

I fuck with brown hunnids nigga y'all niggas catch blue

Had who the fuck stash dudes in the black coupe

I do

Act loose

Hit one of your friends and it's some black tubes

Yeah, call Mr. Gun Knife Lanez

I call me Mr. "Damn He Done Fucked My Dame"

It's lil' nigga that you thought was so lame

It's this ill lil' nigga that'll go insane

Yeah

And when I go insane, I do a bitch pinky and catch a lotta brain

I'm just a fly nigga overload

And clothes expose like the Oprah Show

Baby I ain't never need it

Couple kickass Lamborghinis

Something fly up on my feet (I go hard)

Ladies see me when you see me

On the CD or a TV

I'm a fly, gassed nigga (I go hard)

And when I climb up down the cove

This wet up to my leg and tell my niggas what it do (I go hard)

You could say I'm in the wrong but I'ma go hard until I'm gone motherfucker

I go hard, hard, hard, hard

I go hard, hard, hard, hard

I go hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard

I go hard

Liquor lyrics - Tory Lanez

Yeah

I mean I get it with a fake ID though ya understand

Plus I'm the man

Yeah

It's when them lights get lower

Liquor get on it and them visions get slower

Chickens get [?] and women they wanna show up

Any damn lady in the spots got a aura

Hold I'm fucking this ho and it's so nuts

Lookin' at the women my head spinning like donuts

Like cold cuts the way these chickens is swole up

I rose up, white Nikes and low cuts

Whoa, what

I can't even hear that

Chillin' off the shots you can show me where the bear at

I stare catch ladies say that he a weird cat

Swinging with them [?] you can show me where the glare at

All these islands say icons mixed with my diamonds I can't even drive home

Give the keys to my mans up front 'cause he just tryna get a milli like I'm Bangladesh

And yes

And when them lights get low

You could catch 'em in the cut around the corner past 3

I was saying Henny on the shots but the Demi and the Remy on the rocks

Getting tipsy off the liquor

Off the liquor

Off the liquor

Off the liquor

Off the liquor

Off the liquor

Off the liquor

Off the liquor

I see mami, she lean on me that Lamborghini

See me and see me she see me treat me that greeny kiwi

Peaches and creamy I see that she been eatin' her Wheaties

In [?] she be bikini reading my CD

I get get some lust and illusion

Hallucinating off this frostberry fusion

This new music duck low and move it

Touch flow then lose it

Dumb down like [?]

More boss than a new bitch

Shawty goin' low got me feeling so foolish

Get it, I get fly in my new kicks

Spitting like I'm toothless, look better than two tits

Now whose chick is that one?

'Cause damn son, gotta get up out it then spit up on it like cat guns

'Cause that one could be the one

Maybe I'm just tipsy of the licky forget it

Never mind one

And when them lights get low

You could catch 'em in the cut around the corner past 3

I was saying Henny on the shots but the Demi and the Remy on the rocks

Getting tipsy off the liquor

Off the liquor

Off the liquor

Off the liquor

Off the liquor

Off the liquor

Off the liquor

Off the liquor

Internet Girl lyrics - Tory Lanez

Bitch

Uh, yeah

You know what I mean

I mean this one right her had to be dedicated

To you, on your CPU

This is like that 1995 Zapp & Roger Computer Love type shit right

Shout out to Trey man that nigga know what it is

Uh

Uh

I got a Myspace lady and a Facebook girl

And a shorty on Twitter and I swear that's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

So get on MSN baby if you live around the world

And I gotta fuck better

She gon' be my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

Anytime I go, I wanna go right back (Oh!)

She sent me explicit messages on my iChat

And to my webcam shorty rolled her eyes back

I'm tryna get it hit it in it like how's that

I be on the road and she be with a lame dude

Searching on my phone and I can't even blame you

I wanna get wit' her, I seen her on Twitter

Soon a nigga hit her and I'm 'bout to get her

She got me like yeah

Little mama you should get used to me

Lookin' at my Myspace, bag around Louis V

Usually, maybe lady I still like two or three

Days you amazed when I hop in your computer screen

'Cause I'm a different kind of fella

She sicker than salmonella, I'm thinking I better tell her

If ever I gotta go, hit me on my blogspot

Crystal, Sarah, Jessica, I'ma email all y'all

I got a Myspace lady and a Facebook girl

And a shorty on Twitter and I swear that's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

So get on MSN baby if you live around the world

And I gotta fuck better

She gon' be my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

And everytime I go, I wanna come right back (Oh!)

She sent me explicit messages on my iMac

Watch her do her thing, watch her do her thing

Watch her do her thing, watch her do her thing

And your main picture is so wild

I am on my laptop, lookin' up your profile

She got a display pic, change it like flows yeah

I can see your friends if I click the link and scroll down

And I see she got a sister that dress to impress the niggas and taggin' the ones she's into

I kid and I kid you not, she livin' up in the lot

Two women live in the spot

Her status is on the dot

And nowadays ladies say that I'm a crook man

Book face, face book, got my Facebook man

So if you wit' it we'll get into it girl, intimate

Or you can just end up as my internet girl

I got a Myspace lady and a Facebook girl

And a shorty on Twitter and I swear that's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

So get on MSN baby if you live around the world

And I gotta fuck better

She gon' be my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

Anytime I go, I wanna go right back

She send me hearts in my messages and I like that

She got me fiendin' and waiting for her to write back

Hold up she just sent a video to my iMac

And she do her thing, she can do her thing

She can do her thing, she can do her thing

Shorty put it on me, me

Uh

And shorty got me on her ringtone

She is more confusing than a Blackberry pin code

Uh, What?

I fuck you like a nympho, I'ma get her info, we gon' get it in though

Uh uh

Ladies supportin' me on YouTube I'ma thank all y'all

All of y'all is too cute

See me like Blue's Clues

Jimmys like Choo shoes

If you got a man tell him run it like Scooby Doo

I got a Myspace lady and a Facebook girl

And a shorty on Twitter and I swear that's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

So get on MSN baby if you live around the world

And I gotta fuck better

She gon' be my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

That's my internet girl

We Just Ride lyrics - Tory Lanez (feat. RUSSELL!)

[RUSSELL:]

You can catch me in an orange bandanna with a swagger elite

In a normal whip, sittin in the passenger seat

And maybe you can roll with me, cruisin down the whole city

So pretty, just chillin and bumpin old Biggie

With my boy, got his G2, [?]

Drove around the city's from T.O to Mississauga

We never look back, we face the road

Just a couple young teens with no place to go

I took the transit but soon I got enough after

I hated paying 3 dollars for a bus transfer

So I would sit up in a whip with my dude

And tell em, when I'm famous, I'mma get him a new

Clean whip to cruise the streets, in that, I'd be a live threat

But he'd be up under the wheel, 'cause I don't drive yet

Talkin bout the future, when I'm blown up and that

So I can go and turn that lil' tiny whip to a Phantom

We just ride, cops see under the dash

Through your hand back, I promised the rest

We just ride, know we do it and run it

Just chill on the road, while music be bumpin

[Tory Lanez:]

And you can catch me in my Ralph Laurens

So look out for me, spot me by the balcony

Rather be on my different ish, louder than your little sister is

Mister Mister take your little sister from her innocents

Yeah, I swear I'm feelin bigger than ever

Since I've been thinkin propellers

Make a fella fly, like damn, man, I get hella high

I be higher than an addict in the sky

My cool fool's super cool fools shoes on

Blue armored whip crush like croutons

My whole crew arms, I think I might do time

We used to skateboard, and matter a fact, we hated cars

I laugh about it 'cause I'm older now

And now them windows getting colder and skateboards don't hold you down

Be what I be, I'm layed back gettin them aged racks

I'm famous, Maybachs in my lane, you feel me

Tory!

[RUSSELL:]

We just ride, cops see under the dash

Through your hand back, I promised the rest

We just ride, know we do it and run it

Just chill on the road, while music be bumpin

Getaway lyrics - Tory Lanez

Ha ha, uh

Yeah

Nah, I mean I gotta keep it 100 percent real on this song

Sometimes I just wanna get away from everything, you know what I mean?

Think I need a vacation or somethin', uh

I wake up in the morning, life has got a nigga stressed out (Stressed out), stressed out

From the living room I hear my father telling, yelling, "Get out of this house" (Whoa-oh)

He tells me, "Son, you need a J-O-B"

And then I say, "Dad, man, that ain't for me"

And really I know he ain't havin' that

And says you're gonna need money to fill your habitat

Look in his eyes, I see deep stressin'

Plus, my mother died and that's a depression

On top of that, here comes the weed session

So I smoke and get high

And sometimes I wanna getaway, getaway

Sometimes I wanna getaway, getaway

Every day I need a getaway, getaway

(I gotta get away, I just gotta get away)

And I just gotta get away, get away

My teacher says I'm kicked out

So I ain't doin' shit now

And plus, I just caught a case

Sometimes I feel my future's bein' thrown away

Out the door without a pause

I'm outta options

And watchin' all the kids graduate

While I'm sittin' in class, I'm in a angry state

My state of mind, I'm wastin' time

I feel like I ain't even close like it's a waitin' line

I just wanna skip but people tell me wait in line

So I smoke and get high

And sometimes I wanna getaway, getaway

Sometimes I wanna getaway, getaway

Every day I need a getaway, getaway

My new girl is trippin' out

Because I'm always dippin' out

Callin' my phone like, "You know what this shit's about"

And I say "Easy, that's some shit you could forget about"

But she don't listen, she keep on bitchin'

And I think, think, is it all worth it?

'Cause baby girl know I'ma be a star

So she can't leave me now, she believe that I'm creepin' dog

I try to tell her I ain't doin' that

But she don't listen, she just listen to her stupid friends

And then she goes, I hang up the phone

Can't deal wit' it, she can't

I just smoke and get high

And sometimes I wanna getaway, getaway

Sometimes I wanna getaway, getaway

Every day I need a getaway, getaway

(I gotta get away, I just gotta get away)

And I just gotta get away, get away

Can't Stop Me Freestyle lyrics - Tory Lanez

I'ma show you how to do this, son

Hahaha

It's what it is

N-Rimes what up?

I got us, baby

They gon' have to sign us real soon right?

Brooks what up? Montree what up?

Real City TV, ha, uh

Them trap niggas can't stop me, I'm on top of the globe

And my writtens on top of the stove, I stay on top of the floor

Shots hot, ring the top of your dome

How the fast paced niggas can't copy the flow?

Though I carry the city on my backbone

Whenever I'm in it, the kids like that's home

I may be youngin but sonnin', yeah the cash grown

See me, savor the moment like the last moan, uh

And I ain't loafed and I been waitin'

I stacks money to the ceiling, feelin' impatient

This ain't tag but I gettin' what you been chasin'

Your chain fake, you see the foil and tin plating

Can't get none of the women that I been dated

I could take all of your women, get 'em invaded

Fuck wit' Benjamins, nigga, you gettin' 10 faces

Got the haters red and yellow like Timb laces

You got it wrong if you tryn' take me out

Count rip a track if you tore your girl weave out

What up Sess? Yes, what up B?

They can't shut up me

They like what up T? Oh

Or is I?

Haters can't see me, I am too far inside

Came in the game and niggas was like wizzah

Y'all can't soar me out, y'all niggas no Star Wars jedis

Bet I carry the game, I'm the scariest thing

And if I ever get a dame, she be married to flame, damn

Let me give you my thyroid

I'm so big, it's like my name's on steroids

Therefore, I don't wanna hear boys

Drop tracks all year, that's all year noise

And if it be mister Drake at the top, nigga

Guard your rank, I'm comin' for your spot, nigga

Friendly fire, whatever, I'm a hot nigga

Lookin' for a TDot chick that's got a fly figure

Filet getter, I said I'm a yay spitter

'Cause Lanez can take your chick and plant DNA in her

Yeah, and that's that

Cats is ass lacks, facts

Nah, niggas is shittin' like add lax, uh

Fuck a plaque, man, give me my shine

I need blocks, nigga, TDot city is mine

Nigga, nigga

I could make four more mixtapes off memory, nigga

Y'all ain't never gon' be better than me

I'ma do this 'til I'm 80, nigga

Words of a wise man, uh

And y'all niggas know what it is

You see, it's elimination time

All the real niggas stay and the fake niggas go, you dig?

This the flow that ended your career, nigga, you know what it is

Uh

I'm aimin' for the top, boy

N-Rimes, I see you, Freddy Fame what up?

All the niggas I fuck with, already know they fuckin' with me so I ain't gotta worry about that

Look out for my nigga Mo Green, free my brother Sos

Brooks what up? Montree

Real City TV what's good, baby?

I feel nice

And I'ma end it on that one, holla

Caucasian Girls lyrics - Tory Lanez

Uh

Well, basically I'm doin' this for my white girls (Uh, uh-uh-uh)

I mean it got that old school feel to it so I'ma go old school

Shawty like my 9 to 5, she my dine for nine

And keep me flyer than a Honda ride, I'm like (Word)

Just like that Honda ride, I might swerve

But it seem all the ice on my Nikes is iceberg

I like my light, real tight girlfriend with a white girl that like girls

Type that and give me my night swirl

I called her in the bed like how you finna do that?

You my next diva, breath sweeter than Similac

Wit' your green eyes, niggas spot out your mean thighs

Hit the scene like we could chill in the three five

If you wanna bring Donna, we'll smoke the marijuana, it's on

Throw some rake up so that grown shit don't

I'm a new cat bringin' that old school back

These broads get cancelled like Nino in New Jack

For really, you gotta feel me

I'm illy as Ray Nance, it's Lanez, bitch

And girl, tell me what's your name, ain't that

Caucasian girls all over me

Came and you changed my world

And you loved someone

That's my Caucasian girl

She came and she changed my world

With a love so real

I know I like my all Asians, black chicks and Caucasians

And Latinas nothin' less than divine

Butter pecan, Puerto Ricans

Like that say, "Ay, mira"

Then I beat it out the freezer

I'm fresh, nigga

You feel it in your chest, nigga

Vanilla chicks is the best

Gets my dick in duress

I'm on some fly shit

Drivin' two in a nine whip

If you don't like me, nigga, then hop off of my (Dick)

I tell 'em just like that

Can't even stare, man, these motherfuckers just might rat, right

Tan line, listen to Frank White, hit the bank tight

You gon' show me the plan (Right?)

Red Bree, never wear your hair in weave

But I got a lotta dollars, what appears to be on

It ain't I time I ain't pickin' the game

Look at the bigger picture, baby, I'll miss ya, it's Lanez, holla

Caucasian girls all over me

Came and you changed my world

And you loved someone

That's my Caucasian girl

She came and she changed my world

With a love so real

I'm lookin' for miss Library

You're stirrin' the high berry

And ice and nine cherries

And lightin' the nine scary

I might get high very 'cause really, I'm low do

Hit the photo, baby, just wait 'til that door close

Back in '92 when I was playin' it roughly

The earth's got burst so it's negative puppy, uh

And schoolgirls used to call me ugly

Made it to the big leagues and they all wanna fuck me

Around 1 AM we was at the club

1:15 showed your boy some love

Around 3 AM I took her back to the house

She say she wanna lay down, I threw her ass on the couch

Now it's 4 AM, she was feelin' the kid

Around 4:03 now I'm dickin' her ribs

Around 5 AM, started lippin' her mouth

About 5:09 I was kickin' her out

Yo, big money, sonny thinkin' that shit's funny

I get in your rib, honey, like somethin' you did funny, gotta love me

If you don't then I don't know better

It's awkward like the coat without the rose gold sweater, I'm gone

Caucasian girls all over me

Came and you changed my world

And you loved someone

That's my Caucasian girl

She came and she changed my world

With a love so real

Unstoppable Freestyle lyrics - Tory Lanez

Uh, yeah

Now normally I'll

I usually start rappin' on the first verse, yeah

But you guys gotta understand is that, uh

I'm the motherfuckin' man

And I do what the fuck I wanna do

Yeah, ahahaha, yeah

Sing to me, yeah

Nah, I'ma wait 'til the next chorus comes in

And I'ma bang 'em out the Chevy, hahahaha

Yeah, uh

Man, I mean I gotta be the hottest if it isn't you, right?

Yeah, haha

Sing to me

I got to be unstoppable (Yeah)

I got to be unstoppable

Ay-ay-ay-ay, you don't lie (Man, y'all ain't ready)

Ay-ay-ay-ay, you don't lie (Ain't y'all)

I got to be unstoppable

I got to be unstoppable (Yo Rimes, turn my mic up a lil' bit)

Ay-ay-ay-ay, you don't lie (Nah, I'm dead serious, a'ight there it go)

Ay-ay-ay-ay, you don't lie (Yeah)

Look, my name is Lanez, I'm fly as fuck

I'm mean I'm flyer than anybody flying up

I ain't got no swagger up, but I got my dagger tucked

Catch a nigga with the .9 nine times, when the skyline shine yo' time is up

I'm back, nigga, do you know what that is?

That mean that my swag is much sharper than any cactus is

I got some actresses, couple of mattresses

So if you wanna get it crackin' we'll get back to biz

Niggas can never see me, I am all around the globe

Got some women in bikinis that I picked up at a show

And much a teenyboppers see me magazinin' so they blow me like Katrina or a smoker blowin' trees out of his nose

Know T.I.P. is where I be, you P.I.E., that's if you hatin'

Thinkin' I get phony, homie must got me mistaken

Superman cape, yeah, I'm apin' like bathing

On a skyscraper, chest beatin' and I'm screaming

I got to be unstoppable (Hahahaha, uh)

I got to be unstoppable (Aha, aha)

Ay-ay-ay-ay, you don't lie (It's check)

Ay-ay-ay-ay, you don't lie (Turn the lights low)

I got to be unstoppable (I mean)

I got to be unstoppable

Ay-ay-ay-ay, you don't lie

(Aha, it's the part where I talk a lot of shit)

Ay-ay-ay-ay, you don't lie

Look, yo' name is hater, my name is Lanez

I come through and I take your dame

Nah, I'm joking, hahaha

I ain't even freestyling

You know what I mean? Aha

Understand the T.L 2 T.O mixtape's coming out

This summer, yeah

And y'all niggas talkin' shit behind your lil' computer screens, kill yourself

Closer lyrics - Tory Lanez (feat. Goapele)

Yeah, you know

I used to think about it as child, like

What would it really be like if I actually got up there

You know, with the stars?

All the fame, laughs

Uh, this all started when me and my mama in arguments

Swear we gon' live in apartments

Job offerings would never dance on ahead, like

Feeling like a deer in front of whips without the headlights

Mama cried tears from the trouble with the feds like

Something's stopping this drive, like a red light

I just wanna be more than my mama see

'Cause honestly I'm tired of the street crime

Grind every day of the week I, she creeps high

And do whatever I like, like T.I

See, I know I fucked up in the past

And your heart chips breaks like a cup or a glass

But, I'm right here mama

So wipe your tears mama

You would see your nephew a new Nike Airs

I'ma be here 'til I never see tears

And give you that truck that's detailed with each tale

Cop ya a little house on the hill

It's too bad you ain't here

Yeah, I see mama, to the dream, mama, L-U-V mama, R-I-P mama

You probably can't hear me but I miss ya

'Cause all you left me with was a picture

Yeah, whatever it seems

It's like your death got a car that drives into my dreams

But I'm going higher

Closer to my dreams

I'm going higher and higher

I can almost reach

Sometimes you just have to let it go (let it go)

Leaving all my fears to burn and die

Push them all away so I can move on

Closer to my dreams

Feel it all over my being, in my being

Close your eyes and seek what you believe

Tory Lanez other songs:

 

2 Cups lyrics - Stay Flee Get Lizzy, Tory Lanez, Fredo & Popcaan

[Popcaan:]

(Stay Flee Get Lizzy)

(Stay Flee Get Lizzy)

Ocho, ocho

Jiggle up yuh ass pon di riddim

Mi nuh care if your man 'ave a gun with him

Whine up your body when yuh hear bad riddim

Mi mek yuh draws fly weh like pigeon

[Tory Lanez:]

2 Cup in my hand

So I step when I do my dance

'Cause it must be the best of my love

And what's in my cup stays in my cup, yeah

2 Cup in my hand

So I step when I do my dance

'Cause it must be the best of my love

And what's in my cup stays in my cup, yeah

[Popcaan:]

Yeah

Money pile up

Inna di club pretty gyal ah whine up

G-Wagon Benz, sincere park up

Tell dem man blessed we nuh dweet it by luck

Touch Selfridges, yuh know we coil up

Carry gyal inna di Rosewood fi go sign up

Dem ah tell me mi friend dem ah drip sinus

She waan catch di money virus

Gyal

Mi love you real bad

Whine up pon me

Mi love how di gyal dem ah Brixton stay

Gyal see me and wet like she did foreplay

[Tory Lanez:]

2 Cup in my hand

So I step when I do my dance

'Cause it must be the best of my love

And what's in my cup stays in my cup, yeah

2 Cup in my hand

So I step when I do my dance

'Cause it must be the best of my love

And what's in my cup stays in my cup, yeah

[Fredo:]

I'll rest when I die

Fuck sexy gyal for the rest of my life

She's in a two-piece, just breast and a thigh

I like how you're tanned, you look best when you're fried

All dem shows up on TV, I'm new to that

'Cause these girls tryna tease me, I'm used to that

Tell myself real quick, I ain't doin' that

Then she showed me some tits, now I'm booby-trapped (For real)

2 cups, can you hold it down?

No shots, this girl wanna go for rounds

The sun got your body looking golden-brown

Cah the Caribbean's hot but I'm still frozen down

[Tory Lanez:]

2 Cup in my hand

So I step when I do my dance

'Cause it must be the best of my love

And what's in my cup stays in my cup, yeah

2 Cup in my hand

So I step when I do my dance

'Cause it must be the best of my love

And what's in my cup stays in my cup, yeah

Tory!

Two cup in my hand

I need you stuck in my hands

Sexy not for my eyes

Baby yuh know seh that's the way mi like it

Oh I need fi unwind

Sun dress up inna di sunshine

Mi ah go give it to yuh one time

One backshot mi give it to yuh one time

Young and pretty

The bad gyaldem come from London city

Pop off di panty, suck off di titty

Di gyaldem know seh mi witted and litty

2 Cup in my hand

So I step when I do my dance

'Cause it must be the best of my love

And what's in my cup stays in my cup, yeah

2 Cup in my hand

So I step when I do my dance

'Cause it must be the best of my love

And what's in my cup stays in my cup, yeah

[Popcaan:]

Gyal

Mi love you real bad

Brace it pon me

Mi love the way how yuh Unruly

Gyal ah drink André, and she want Andrae

Gyal

Mi love you real bad

Whine up pon me

Mi love how di gyal dem ah Brixton stay

Gyal see me and wet like she did foreplay

Huh

Jiggle up yuh ass pon di riddim

Mi nuh care if your man 'ave a gun with him

Whine up your body when yuh hear bad riddim

Mi mek yuh draws fly weh like pigeon

392 lyrics - Tory Lanez & VV$ KEN

[VV$ KEN:]

Freeband shit, Freeband shit (Yeah)

Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow (Grrr)

Freeband shit, man, band-counter shit, man

You know we want bags, man

Swiper, no swiping

Fire not too far from OV to 438, nigga (Yung Dza)

Hop in the Scat and I go (Vroom)

Went and got Louboutins right out the store, ayy

Twenty-two ridin' with Joe (Baow)

You hear a pop then that boy on the floor

I got my Glock in my lap, I'ma score

Lil' mama thick, I met her on the pole

Told all my niggas y'all better not fold

If anything, I'ma go and get the pole (Grrr)

Yeah, I'm a shooter, but don't gotta shoot it (Grrr)

I pay my lil' hitta to pull up and do it

Swear that's your ass if we get into it

I got lil' niggas ready to chew it

I got pieces, I'm ready, I'm swipey

You hollerin' 'bout action, so stop all that typin', ayy

I ain't got time for no tussle

I'ma just pull up and pop me a muscle

After I copped it, I bought me a duffel (Nyoom)

392, it take off like a shuttle

Needed some paper, told my niggas huddle up

Bitch, I'd be broke if I wanted to cuddle (Hell nah)

Wrist is G water, new pack, place your order

If you send a bitch to come shop, I'ma short her

Ayy, I'ma spin your block like a CD

Got about twenty missed calls from a BD (Hold on)

Gotta pay a lawyer, can't rock with no PD

Told that nigga take it to the door and make it speedy (Real fast)

Pussy niggas tryna call the truce like a treaty

Made about fifty-five bands off TD

Say he gon' rob me, ha, try, pussy

Fam (Blaow), he dyin', huh

Bake 'em (Fft), deep fry 'em (Psst, Yung Dza)

Go on, I'm slidin'

I gotta be up for the pick up

If I miss the drop time, I'ma go and stick up, ayy

'Cause I gotta go and get it

Crack's comin', gotta go and hit it, ayy

I gotta go and hit it, ayy

I gotta go and hit it, ayy

Yeah, ayy, yeah

[Tory Lanez:]

(Ayy, okay)

Soon as that Glock lock, hit him

I hit his block and I bend it, shots extended

Talkin' too hot, I'ma spin it

Flew to the jeweler, bought a quarter mill' watch and a pendant

Shots keep flyin, who spinnin'?

Ain't nobody seen who did it

Trap house need new tenants

Hop in that Scat and they shootin' for Kenny like he a lieutenant

All of my opps I'm shootin'

That choppa be talkin' in fluent

Don't talk, I do it

Choppa erase his face

They had to cool it and close the casket at his viewin', mm, damn

Niggas be tellin', I knew it

Brand new bitch fell in, I flew it

Blew twenty racks in the club but a nigga so rich that you niggas can't tell that I blew it, ayy

I'm slidin' in a Infinity

I just go skrrt and I skid in it

I don't give a fuck what bitch in it

I don't trust you if you fidgety

Hit the gas, cruise to infinity

Know I got opps that'll try

Know a nigga 'bout to drop with the car, so I gotta keep switchin' it, ayy

If I go to jail, I fuck the CO

Piss real dirty, fuck the PO

Down to the kilo, uh

Had a nigga play with my backend

Big yoppa that'll chop a nigga back in

Pink 30 and the MAC-10

That's lights, no camera but the action

Homie I go to mail with this

Been a thug since me and Kellz was jits

He was steppin' out the cell with drip

And all my niggas out of jail are rich

It's poppin'

40 Days N 40 Nights lyrics - Tory Lanez

[Man:] What are you doing?

[Woman:] Working

[Tory:] Lil' Fargo

[Man:] Why so late?

[Woman:] I'll be lucky if I'm finished by sun-up

Uh

Lord bless the umbrella boys

You know, sometimes I wanna argue with these niggas

Then I call my bank teller and she say the balance

It's over

Uh, I'm talkin' 40 days, 40 nights

All a nigga got is God up on these hopeless nights

14 and homeless, tryna find an open bite

Scopin' out the open public, rollin' with this open stomach

Fiends on the work phone, ex on my other jack

Said come home, but she don't know I need this hundred stack

I ain't even comin' back, I'ma be here all night

Son up in her stomach, I'm like it's gon' be a long night

I remember dark nights, hallways and hard white

Schemin' like, "Might get that Rari with the fog lights"

I'ma be a don, black statues on the lawn

Used to stress when I was sleepin' on a mattress at my mom's

Momma died and now I'm sleepin' on a mattress all alone

In the Os with three niggas, I ain't barely even know 'em

When I had my coldest winters, it was barely even snowin'

OGs tell me chill, they don't barely even know 'em

First D.D. got locked and Shoakes got locked

Mo and Brooks tried to flee but they both got knocked

Shit was real on the field, I was sayin' through the grape vine

Pour a fifth of Henny for my niggas doin' state time

Niggas tryna keep the shine from me, I'ma take mine

Been the underdog, so I'm doin' over state grind

I pray to Lord I never drop dead

If I show up in that drophead

Foreign with the doors pointed at the top ledge, I'm a boss

Lil' nigga, big body, hoppin' out the Porsche

Now in Neiman Marcus, we ain't gotta shop at Ross

Feds for the bottles, how we came and copped the charge

Whoa, look, hype change, dice games

She just snap a photo for that light fame

And I was sellin' quarters for that ice chain

'Til I found God and my life changed

Sittin' on the block right now, I was tryna get change

A nigga need God right now, way more than ever

Smokin' on strong I been goin' hard all day long

Sippin' on Henny, I don't even know where the day gone

I'm feelin' like I'm the realest nigga out in the 6

I'm feelin' like I'm the realest nigga out in the 6

T4 scams for my bitches out there in the finish

More money, more problems, we don't believe in that shit

40 days, 40 nights, I've been goin' hard

40 days, 40 nights, I go

40 days, 40 nights, I've been goin' hard

40 days, 40 nights, I go

Automatic lyrics - Dyamond Doll, Tory Lanez & Legaxy

Yeah, yeah

How you gon' change, you were my friend

Yeah, yeah

[Legaxy:]

How you gon' change, you were my friend

Thought we was automatic

You was my chick, iced out your wrist

Brought you that brand new Patek, yeah

Everything changed, but who's to blame?

How did it all go tragic, yeah

You had my heart, you were my rock

Thought we was automatic (Yeah)

You were my dog, you were my girl, you were my main bitch

This shit is crazy, lil' baby, how did it change this quick?

Nothing's the same, but who's to blame

How did it all go tragic, yeah

You had my heart, you were my rock

Thought we was automatic, yeah

[Dyamond Doll:]

Thought it was automatic, thought it was automatic

I was fuckin' with you on a daily until you had fucked up and caused that habit

Thought I could take it, but couldn't [?] and pains for a heart attackin'

Start poppin' them pills, I was losing my mind

How we go from love to tragic

Used to bring out an 'matic, whipped the dick, would eat me to sleep

Used to rub the fatty

Started hangin' out late 'n shit, now you not coming home

Fuck, I'm gon' call you daddy

You on [?] things, stallin' traffic

Bitches twerkin', 'n y'all gymnastics

Shit ain't gettin' no better, I better get gone

'Cause I think I'm worth more than that 'petic, yeah, yeah

[Legaxy:]

How you gon' change, you were my friend

Thought we was automatic

You was my chick, Iced out your wrist

Brought you that brand new Patek, yeah

Everything changed, but who's to blame?

How did it all go tragic, yeah

You had my heart, you were my rock

Thought we was automatic (Yeah)

You were my dog, you were my girl, you were my main bitch

This shit is crazy, lil' baby, how did it change this quick?

Nothing's the same, but who's to blame

How did it all go tragic?

You had my heart, you were my rock

Thought we was automatic, yeah

[Tory Lanez:]

Thought it was automatic, thought it was automatic

I fucked her with you so long ago, lil' baby that's just how you start a habit (Started a habit)

We started out as some love and as some friends, but this this shit got problematic

I had to turned the left out your crib, I had to call a cabby

Used to be automatic, with this shit you ride up on this dick, and just call me daddy (Call me daddy)

Nower days you just be talkin' shit, out with these arguments

[?]

You wanna fuck, you just talkin' at me

I wanna go out and fall your patty

Doin' you just like Aladdin, and trust me you're ridin' this dick like the carpet flyin', yeah, yeah

[Legaxy:]

How you gon' change, you were my friend

Thought we was automatic (Automatic)

You was my chick, Iced out your wrist

Brought you that brand new Patek, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Everything changed, but who's to blame?

How did it all go tragic, yeah (Ooh)

You had my heart, you were my rock

Thought we was automatic (Automatic)

You were my dog, you were my girl, you were my main bitch (My main bitch)

This shit is crazy, lil' baby, how did it change this quick? (Yeah)

Nothing's the same, but who's to blame

How did it all go tragic? (Oh, oh)

You had my heart, you were my rock

Thought we was automatic, yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah

Automat-

B.A.B.Y lyrics - Tory Lanez & Moneybagg Yo

[Tory Lanez:]

You know I met her in Miami, that's my baby

She know a young nigga ballin' just like McGrady

I'm tryna give her the keys to that Mercedes

I take her over the seas because I'm wavy

And we not really in love but we go crazy

Shawty I can't blame you, you can't blame me

Shawty I can't play you, you can't play me

'Cause you do your thing two, I do my thing three

Any way that you put it, look it's the same thing

Bitch I'm wavy, I done pulled up in a 'cedes

Pockets on young and rich, let a nigga hate me

I'ma young rich nigga, can't believe I made it

Man I came from Kraft dinner, eating KD

Sleeping on the floor mats in the basement

Life hit me hard and I had to face it

I could never tell you niggas what them days did

You was with a nigga through the time I wasted

Smoked up, drinked up, I was wasted

Fame on the way and I could nearly taste it

They left me for dead, I could never rate it

Hit the block with me, niggas with me, they did

I just came from the bottom and it's back to basics

Shawty held me down, now when I'm famous

I just wanna ball hard, I know where my lane is

I'm feeling sedated, you got me waiting

Shawty you know you're fine

And yeah you know you remind me of a bad little baby

Touching and tasting, when I get you alone

I send tingles up your spine and baby you know I

[Moneybagg Yo:]

'Fore I made it out the gutter I was dreaming

'Fore I made it out the gutter I was dreaming

You know she my baby (thought you knew that)

I ain't bullshittin' (nah)

Met her in Miami walking outta Fingalicking (Nyaming)

Half innocent, half Video vixen (Want two of her)

Low mileage, pussy she want commitment (whoa)

I don't know too much about love

Ay, I'm from Memphis, where your girlfriend and best friend are witness and co-defendant (big facts)

Shit crazy, the world that we live in (damn)

Snitches still livin' while real niggas get sentenced

'Fore I made it out the gutter I was dreaming

They love me for dead, I point out the hating (hating)

Fast forward things, blues bustin' out the jean (jean)

I bet on myself first, now I'm all in (bet on me)

Will you be my b-a-b-y? (bae)

All them hoes man and I see why (yeah)

I was switching planes, mid lanes of the G5 (touring)

Good in any hood from the south to the east side (bagg)

B.L.O.W. lyrics - Tory Lanez

Yeah, look

2006, these niggas hated

But I told them I would make it from the bottom

Look, I made this shit possible, baby, I'm back on the shits

My baby looked at me like, "Damn it, I hate when you back on the shits"

Looked at it like this

I-I-I gotta stack it and flip

Yeah, this my Fargo shit man

I go, I go missin' for a month and this is what you do

Wait, I'ma take y'all way back, way, way back

Before the old school, before the Maybach

Whoever came back

And put the Maple Leaf on the Jays hat

I was on court chillin' with my niggas

On the corner fuckin' with the felons

Wishin' for the Honda Civic

Pacin', smokin' outta staircases in the ceilin'

Dawg, I just want a new job

Want my old girl to get a boob job

Want my new girl to get a new job

Yellin', "2Pac, 2Pac, 2Pac"

Two Glocks strapped all up on my waist

For any nigga trippin' around my way

Mini Mac, strapped for haters in the back

In this mini black JanSport backpack

Nigga, matter fact, uh

Rollin' blunts with my nigga Rocky

All we do is go, all we do is go, all we do is go

No, no, ain't shit can stop me

I remember nights, uh

Livin' check to check to check to check

Fuckin' hoes neck to neck to neck to neck to neck to neck to neck to neck, wait

(She ain't fuckin' with Fargo)

I don't be stressin' these hoes

Ridin' around with that thing

You shitted on me

I, I don't be stressin' these hoes

I just pour liquor for niggas, that's it

I do not fuck with you though

You shitted on me

And I can't wait to blow on you

I can't wait to blow on you

I can't wait to blow

I can't wait to blow on you

I can't wait to blow on you

I can't wait to blow

Wait, niggas hatin' on me like I ain't pay for it, I ain't slave for it

Wasn't workin' night to night to day for it

Had to wait for it, had to spend a couple extra days for it

Bitch, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Couple bitches that go hand in head

I'm talkin', hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe, wait

Hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe

I heard so-and-so is in your new car

Two friends for my two dawgs

See I love a bitch that got a few flaws

Show my old bitches to my new broads

I got old bitches, I got new hoes

New flows, cars, clothes

Bentley whip, Ferrari doors

I'm Ari Gold in Entourage

I'm fuckin' hoes that's on your squad, uh

Fargo, call me Argentina

Hate to be the reason

Why your dream bitches never get to see ya

Never, ever, ever, ever, ever

Me forever, ever, ever, ever, ever?

Hell yeah, niggas jealous of us

Gettin' hella, hella, hella, hella chedder

Got an elevator in my Hella Yela

Women love me like I'm on the Ellen show

Hella bars for my felon flow

Niggas hella hard hearin' blind to 'em

Gotta hit 'em with that Helen Keller flow

I fucked a lot of bitches, Lord forgive me

Father God, know I did a lot of sinnin'

Now, I'm watchin' every one of my decisions

'Cause I know the fact that even though I'm livin'

Nigga livin' under 'only God conditions'

So in my position

Gotta mob on the competition

Gotta squab on the opposition

Audemaur got me fuckin' every damn bitch in there like

"Dawg, dawg, I got all the bitches"

Subtractin' all you weak hoes

Stack money, money 'til it's all addition, wait

I, I don't be stressin' these hoes

I just pour liquor for niggas, that's it

I do not fuck with you though

You shitted on me

And I can't wait to blow on you

I can't wait to blow on you

I can't wait to blow

I can't wait to blow on you

I can't wait to blow on you

I can't wait to blow

Back To The Crib (Freestyle) lyrics - Tory Lanez

Look, aha, yup, you know I had to murder this

Shawty type cold, ice froze, no preservatives

Young lad, walk into the pad with a heard a chicks

That's why I don't even talk to 'em, I just chirp a bitch

Nah I'm lyin' I just BBM

Got a bunch of fake niggas tryna BB him

Clean BMs is what these hoes see me in

See these rich niggas, yeah, I'm tryna BB them

Yeah, aha

Before whores, I'm a 4 door

Here come the pussy, get it deeper than the corridor

Report whores, 4 more up in the Ford Explorer

It's the truth, I'm not Boots like Dora Dora

My Nike Checks Val Veto

Shawty I'm recordin', I ain't talkin' 'bout TIVO

She say the 'Dick Game' like a torpedo

So I'm a take her home, and I ain't talkin' 'bout the deep hole

No wait, we sittin' eating creme brulee

Now she wanna take it all back, OJ

No doorman, got a lotta bitches on me

Plus I'm probably with yo mommy, and she got me feelin' raunchy

Feel like fuckin' fuckin' her

Fuck it, put the fuck in her

Now it's back to money man, I'm all about my duckies, brah

Now hustle up and get your buckins up

Your team celibate, you can't fuck with us

Eh, I make a stitch girl horny

And a sky girl stormy

And a fly girl corny

The hoes, yeah, yeah, they all just adore me

I spit the heat, straight from the grill like a 'Forman'

Put your dumb haters in 'Defeat' (The feet), like some Jordans

Or some Nike Checks, so tell me what your sportin'

Tim, no Hortons, been so important

Smooth Criminal, you couldn't Trace Me (Tracy), like Morgan

Yeah, yeah, and I don't even Colla Back

I ain't Gwen Stefani, I don't holla back

Yeah, yeah, and nigga you can Prada that

Like a phone company, tell us, and Roger That

Yeah, just the top of my frame

Got ya girl lookin' good from the top of my frane

Yeah, I'm just freestylin' off the top of my brain

Now it seems like every hoe wanna give me top of some brains, nigga

Blackout lyrics - Imanbek & Tory Lanez

We out here drinking like we thirsty

Pour the shots up, baby, it's your birthday

Ooh, tomorrow, I'ma need a first aid

But hey, this gon' be the best night of my life

We out here drinking like we thirsty

Pour the shots up, baby, it's your birthday

Ooh, tomorrow, I'ma need a first aid

But hey, this gon' be the best night of my life

Liquor drunk, I got Henny in my system

Big toke, big smoke going in slow

Too hot, somebody open up a window

You outside but I'ma get you in though

One shot, you got me cruising, got me cruising, baby

Two shots, you got me stepping on the gas

Three shots, I'ma have to jump out the car, baby

And by the fourth shot, ayy, somebody done call a cab for me

Five shots, I can't taste the liquor no more

Six shots, but no wastin', oh

Even the seventh, it's finally gettin' to my head

And by the eighth shot, blackout

Liquor drunk, I got Henny in my system

Big toke, big smoke going in slow

Too hot, somebody open up a window

You outside but I'ma get you in though

Liquor drunk, I got Henny in my system

Big toke, big smoke going in slow

Too hot, somebody open up a window

You outside but I'ma get you in though

One shot, you got me cruising, got me cruising, baby

Two shots, you got me stepping on the gas

Three shots, I'ma have to jump out the car, baby

And by the fourth shot, ayy, somebody done call a cab for me

Five shots, I can't taste the liquor no more

Six shots, but no wastin', oh

Even the seventh, it's finally gettin' to my head

And by the eighth shot, blackout

We out here drinking like we thirsty

Pour the shots up, baby, it's your birthday

Ooh, tomorrow, I'ma need a first aid

But hey, this gon' be the best night of my life

We out here drinking like we thirsty

Pour the shots up, baby, it's your birthday

Ooh, tomorrow, I'ma need a first aid

But hey, this gon' be the best night of my life

But hey, this gon' be the best night of my life

Blue Jay Season lyrics - Tory Lanez

Fargo...Estefan Fargo

S.T.E

Hahaha

Yeah... Fargo

S.T.E

Yeah, I heard word around town is I'm poppin' now

Bad bitch recline my seat before she top me down

Just invested in two choppers and they on me now

Bitch all you hear was 'grr grr' when I'm hoppin' out

Put them bitches in a Range Rove'

Hit a mission with my niggas then I change clothes

Niggas runnin' for that paper like Usain Bolt

You hit my bitch I fuck your girl, that's how the game go

You know how that sayin' go

Girl, you know I'm poppin' off

Give me head and make sure you make that shit sloppy now

If you with it you gon' meet me at the lobby now

Say you not but girl I know that you are probably down

Now what you talkin' 'bout?

What you talkin' 'bout?

Never do we get the time but tonight feels right yeah

What you talkin' 'bout?

Never do we get the time but tonight feels

Like the blue jays

New Toronto bitch we ballin' on your Blu-rays

I've been mobbin' 'round the city for like two days

Stashin' all this dirty money in a suit case, whoa

Don't you know that we got plenty choppers

Any bitch inside my kitchen cook like Betty Crocker

Niggas say that they gon' rob me bitch don't let me stop ya

Uncle Speedy, B.M.F., he down to let it drop you

Hit G Weed on the cellphone

Make that call from Compton they'll be out on Melrose

Trained shooters and they down to touch the railroad

And they down to do you colder than the hail snow, whoa

That shit tell you that I'm poppin' now

When I pull up in that Wraith, that ain't no talkin' now

Hater niggas talkin' payments but I bought it, wow

Reason why we not pull up, them bitches hoppin' out

Now what you talkin' 'bout?

What you talkin' 'bout?

Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah

What you talkin' 'bout?

Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah

Never do we ever get the time, never seen again, right

Now I want the time, today I got the time, right

I'm down south, east Atlanta, Georgia

And I'm ridin', yeah, and I'm rollin', yeah

Took the train down south, old bars, strip clubs down dirty 6, yeah

And I'm rollin', yeah

Rollin' downtown, West 401

Rollin', yeah

Bodmon Song lyrics - Tory Lanez

Shawty, you know how I'm strokin' on it

When I pull up 4 in the mornin'

We can smoke, girl, if you want it

We can smoke, just roll up pon it

I do the things that you wan' do

All of the things that you want too

Do anything 'cause I want you

Do anything 'cause I want you

Oh, pull up in designer

Girl, that body's purer than water, smell like Dasani

Sippin' on Henny

'Bout to hit your bitch with that see you in the mañana

Mi need a bad one by me

Mi need a bad one beside me

They see dem suck pussy boi, try me

Bodmon, you can't do ah man grimy

Mi gun on me

Case informer wan' come find mi

Smokin' on Bob Marley

Mi hit di stage and di gyal jump 'pon mi

A bodmon song

A bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah

One bodmon song

One bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah

When I pull up in Armani

Bere Hennessy, we nah do no gin & tonic

Fuckin' bwoy dem nuh wan' find me

Fire fi dem, no we nuh chill with informer

No man ah make it from my ends

And no man ah tek way from my space

Mi pray dem jah jah bless all di likkle yutes, while we sing

A bodmon song

A bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah

One bodmon song

One bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah

Dis a bodmon song

Dis a bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah

One bodmon song

One bodmon song man ah sing, yeah

Can't Stand It lyrics - Kierra Luv x Tory Lanez

[Kierra Luv:]

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Broke the bank, cashed out

I kept dancin'

Dun D-D-D-Deal

Locked in, tryna make a couple moves before I touch down

Money callin', wrist splash, I'm glistenin'

I pay attention to the commas when we talkin'

You know I'm all about the paper, babe

Tell me that you proud of me

Don't you ever lie to me

This ain't what I wanted, baby, this is what it gotta be

It ain't no declinin' me, takin' no apology

Tryna take it out but they don't know what's up inside of me

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Broke the bank, cashed out

I kept dancin'

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Broke the bank, cashed out

I kept dancin'

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit

[Tory Lanez:]

I'm flippin' these bags for real

Checkin' my D's in front of my check up in all in my head for real

Flipped 17 in out DC, saw saving these bags to chill

I get my money and they can't stand it for real

All of my dawgs got sticks and choppas and they gon' blame them shits for real

Damages, I promise, I can't plan this shit for real

Manage with Smith & cousin bandage it for real

We pull up, hoppin' out the Benz Jeep

Sellin' water with your baby mama in Miami (Yeah)

Fuck the gloves, I can whip the brick hands free (Yeah)

Bitch I'm from the brick and I can't let no nigga scam me (Yeah)

Trap block boomin' 'cause my niggas got no plan B

I'm dandy, sip, sippin' Brandy, with drippin' candy, oh yeah

[Kierra Luv:]

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Broke the bank, cashed out

I kept dancin'

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Broke the bank, cashed out

I kept dancin'

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit

Need more than a bill when I pull up

You ain't talkin' no check, boy shut up

All gas, propane, when I fill up

Leave you sick to your stomach, might throw up

It ain't true unless I told you

You stuck on my old moves

They claimin' that they down better quit 'fore I expose you

I had some ups, I had some downs

I had to break, I had to fall

I had some wins but understand that I also took a loss

Been a few that tried to cross and just like that they paid the cost

It ain't much for me to say, I think that I might risk it all

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Broke the bank, cashed out

I kept dancin'

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Broke the bank, cashed out

I kept dancin'

I got some money for myself

And you can't stand it

Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit

Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit

Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit

CAP lyrics - Tory Lanez

What the fuck is that?

Ayy, everybody has their own drink

Told the beef was over, that was, ayy

Said the beef was over, that was motherfuckin' cap

Don't need no fuckin' handouts, let alone a dap, yeah

[?] the force until you know I played it crap, yeah

Taboo in Miami, I'm too rich for boobytrap, yeah

Ayy, it's some niggas I don't like

So I'm throwin' signs in the street, I'm off stride, yeah

It's on sight, so I said it's on sight, uh

Bitches tryna end me, so I can not be polite, uh

Millionaire, I ain't stoppin' at no lights

But shit replay inside my head enough and I'ma fight, yeah

Promise that I buy that bitch a Birkin, mm, sike, uh

Promise that I buy that bitch a Birkin, uh, sike

Threw that pussy and I caught it, J. Rice

Know that bitch is mine, but I might now own her rights

Yeah, that bitch said she went skydivin' twice

Jumped up on his dick and said that bit' was scared of heights

Yeah, I'm too lit for boobytrap, uh

I can't go to Louis closets like a Louis rag, uh

Swarmin' with the scammers, can't do Niemans with no [?], uh

You keep it a hundred, shit, I rather keep a fifty

Lil' bitch, fives on the fours

Walked into Amiri and they told me "Strike a pose"

Like a fat bitch, you know I show up with the rolls

Ken just got them two best friends to fuck, I said "goals"

He a bird, he probably in the ex four

Plus the only party that we know is next door

You know these niggas talkin', know these pussy boys a joke

You got a Goyard on your birthday 'cause that nigga broke, uh

Yeah, I'm too rich for boobytrap

Just bought a pharmacy with Doctor T, we off the map

The casa, the migo, that shit right where I'm at

He would say somethin' back, but he need Cardi B for that

My wrists cost a nigga whole career, nigga

Eighteen-point-seven in a year, nigga

Said the beef was over, that was motherfuckin' cap

Don't need no fuckin' handouts, let alone a dap, yeah

[?] the force until you know I played it crap

Taboo in Miami, I'm too rich for boobytrap, yeah

Ayy, it's some niggas I don't like

So I'm throwin' signs in the street, I'm off stride, yeah

It's on sight, so I said it's on sight, uh

Bitches tryna end me, so I can not be polite

Ayy, everybody has their own drink

Chauffeur lyrics - Diljit Dosanjh & Tory Lanez

Diljit Dosanjh!

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ)

Pourin' out Houston Texas

I'm like fuck my exes

Talm' I disconnect us

I got brand new bitches

Then got head for breakfast

Got a shot for any pussy boy that disrespect us

No it don't matter to me

When I got that lighter on me

I pull up in the back of the V

You know I keep shooters around me so none of these niggas gon' chat about me

10 in the 4, 4 in the 10, I'm pulling up icy

Rolling around in a McLaren and the gun is right over the white tee

Know that she like me

I know that I'm pricey

She know that I roll with them niggas that's down to go roll with the ah ah

Kill I nigga on a track then I come back in the same outfit

Got my dream girl in dream car, it ain't even come out yet

Pourin up the dirty in the sodas (Sodas)

Sitting in the back with the Chauffeur (Chauffeur)

Choppa cut a nigga like a lowcut

Don't make a nigga pull up put it on ya

Pourin up the dirty in the sodas (Aye)

Sitting in the back with the Chauffeur (Aye)

Choppa cut a nigga like a lowcut (Aye)

Don't make a nigga pull up put it on ya

ਵੈਲੀ ਗੁੜ੍ਹਤੀ ਚੋਂ ਲੈੰਦੇ ਵੈਲਪੁਣੇ ਦੀ ਬੀਊਟੀ

ਛੇ ਗੋਲੀ ਦੇ ਸ਼ਿੰਦੇ ਦੀ ਪੱਕੀ ਲੱਕ ਤੇ ਡਿਊਟੀ (Grrraa)

ਵੈਲੀ ਗੁੜ੍ਹਤੀ ਚੋਂ ਲੈੰਦੇ ਵੈਲਪੁਣੇ ਦੀ ਬੀਊਟੀ

ਛੇ ਗੋਲੀ ਦੇ ਸ਼ਿੰਦੇ ਦੀ ਪੱਕੀ ਲੱਕ ਤੇ ਡਿਊਟੀ

ਬੋਲੇ ਕਗਾਂ ਵਿੱਚ ਲੋਰ

ਦੇਖ ਝੂਮ ਝੂਮ ਤੋਰ

ਬੋਲੇ ਕਗਾਂ ਵਿੱਚ ਲੋਰ

ਮੁੜਾਂ ਟੈਂਕ ਵਾਂਗੂ ਮੋੜ

ਇਕ ਤੇਰੇ ਆਲੇ ਮਸਲੇ ਚ ਪਿਆਰ ਵਰਤਾਂ

ਬਾਕੀ Chauffeur ਦੇ ਨਾਲ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Pourin up the dirty in the sodas (ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Sitting in the back with the Chauffeur (ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Choppa cut a nigga like a lowcut (ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Don't make a nigga pull up put it on ya (ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Pourin up the dirty in the sodas (ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Sitting in the back with the Chauffeur (ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Choppa cut a nigga like a lowcut (ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Don't make a nigga pull up put it on ya

ਤਿੱਖੀ ਰੱਖੀਏ ਕਰਾ ਕੇ ਦੇਖ ਮੇਖ ਵਾਂਗੂ ਮੁੱਛ

ਹੁੰਦੀ ਖੂਨ ਰੰਗੀ ਅੱਖ ਕਿਹੜੇ ਰੇਟ ਨਾ ਤੂੰ ਪੁੱਛ

ਤਿੱਖੀ ਰੱਖੀਏ ਕਰਾ ਕੇ ਦੇਖ ਮੇਖ ਵਾਂਗੂ ਮੁੱਛ

ਹੁੰਦੀ ਖੂਨ ਰੰਗੀ ਅੱਖ ਕਿਹੜੇ ਰੇਟ ਨਾ ਤੂੰ ਪੁੱਛ

ਸਿਰ ਬਾਬੇ ਦੀ ਬਲੈਸ

ਪੂਰੀ ਟੌਰ ਟੱਪਾ ਯੈਸ

ਸਿਰ ਬਾਬੇ ਦੀ ਬਲੈਸ

ਚਿੱਟਾ ਕੁੜਤਾ ਡਰੈਸ

ਇਕ ਤੇਰੇ ਆਲੇ ਮਸਲੇ ਚ ਪਿਆਰ ਵਰਤਾਂ

ਬਾਕੀ Chauffeur ਦੇ ਨਾਲ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ

Pourin up the dirty in the sodas

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Sitting in the back with the Chauffeur

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Choppa cut a nigga like a lowcut

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Don't make a nigga pull up put it on ya

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Pourin up the dirty in the sodas

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Sitting in the back with the Chauffeur

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Choppa cut a nigga like a lowcut

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Don't make a nigga pull up put it on ya

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ ਚੋਰੀ ਦੀ)

Don't make a nigga pull up put it on ya

(ਹਾਏ ਨੀ ਗੱਲ-ਬਾਤ)

City Boy Summer lyrics - Tory Lanez

(He's a sweet soul brother)

Hahaha, uh

Yeah

Lil' Tory, uh

Yeah

I think they know what the fuck it is, nigga

I touched down in H-Town

Put my feet down like it's lava on the ground, baby

Yeah

First thing I'ma do, I'ma call my nigga Junior up

Aka call your jeweller 'cause you never got a Cuban tucked

I swear, haha

Rap a lot, you know what it is

We goin' to peep tings at the after spot

That's how I rock, baby

Been One Umbrella shit

Proud to have yellow mixed, nigga, you know how I get down, yeah

We literally outside too, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?

If you lookin' for me, I'm sayin' like

601 motherfucker, Richmond Ave., nigga

That's, that's where I'm at, nigga

Ha, uh

Had to check me a ho comin' down

Bail out money, I got my dawg off the ground

I might've sold brown but I sippin' on Doja

Fly city nigga, I'm a motherfuckin' soldier

I fucked a ho then I left on her skis

Get her on cheese, I still iced pack her knees

'Cause that pussy bloody like it's set trippin'

The way it's wet and grippin', walkin' out, her leg limpin'

I got like two hoes doin' tricks and new shows

And with me four, tell my nigga Nyce, "Hit two more"

I might hit the Sprite with the ice and move slow

And I might even date a bitch for a month and move on

I'm a young nigga slashin'

Nigga be talkin' down but I be havin' it

The bad lil' bitches that used to diss me, throwin' that ass backwards

My ice chunky

I grew up right beside the junkies

I'm fuckin' that ho, with a prettier face, her ass is like a donkey

I be out East, fuck talking 'bout peace, it's 'bout beef

Where I'm from niggas talkin' down, we knockin' out teeth

That's right, I pulled one of your grill

A nigga comin' down in that Cullinan still

I got that screw in my cup and that Pimp C playin'

And your bitch will get fucked if your bitch keep playin'

I'm too ice for her life, what my wrists keep sayin'

Kill that pussy once or twice but I still keep slayin'

And I beat that pussy blue like I'm Tookie

I can't even lie, man, that bitch almost took me

Pro-athlete at the sex but I turned her to a rookie

I couldn't stop, turn in Tyson, I kept juggin'

I grizzled on that bitch like Rozay, yeah

Cry about a bitch, wow, my dawg I'm more player

I'm in that bitch gut like she got no naval

Say I'm a snack, lil' bitch, eat the whole table

Got this bitch strippin' so I threw some ass on her

So when niggas see her, can't nobody can pass on her

I bought her French tips, them heels and long kickers

Now she a deep curl, Brazilian long incher

And bring me my money

I got two red-headed hoes, two light skins, two dark skins

And two PlayBoy bunnies

I said single y'all divided but together y'all a fleet

I get cash in my seat but my house get no peace

I've been swangin', swervin'

Damn near hit the damn curb when I turned in

They ain't wanna see my Black ass in Surburban housin'

Walkin' outside and white folks see him, he sellin' ounces

All of my dawgs need counsellin' and bouncers

Walk in the mall buyin' shit, we can't pronounce yet

I got this cash, bitch, somebody please announce it

Just got that ass did, now she can't even bounce it

Diamonds cut you, you can't buy it, don't touch it

Got .30's and clutches, etcetera and then such

Extendo grips and Glock clips and chopsticks

My dawg like a janitor, just hand me the mopstick

Don't call my phone if you on some opp shit

Don't call my phone if you on some sob shit

Don't call my phone here, talkin' some hot shit

Don't call my phone, too much, get blocked, bitch

Lemon pepper stepper, tell me how my Pateky look

Yeah, I look good but not as good as my paper look

I got this Asian bitch, she do me good on the pedicure

Flip-flop flippers, that depend how the weather for, I'm gone

Fifty-five souls but them hoes know I'm on

I'm hopin' that my nigga Zero get to hear this song

So he can know I did this no wrong

In these figures, and church to my motherfuckin'-

Come Back To Me lyrics - Tory Lanez

She got someone that she sees late night, I know this

I'm just tryin' take that position from em'

We been talking on the low, I know one day you'll notice

I think I found her, she's so astoundin'

Everywhere she go, that music play, she looks so soundish

Niggas crowd around her, but that's ain't what she 'round for

Search around the world and I can't find what she surrounds me with

I know that she was made for me

I know that heaven must've saved you just for me

The way that I feel right now can't be coincidence

The way that you feel right now can't mean you're innocent

To all of the ones that have been in love with you

This is a fuck you to all you niggas

We had some good times, I've been in love with you

All of them good times, I wish them good times

Can come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

Smoking loud and on patron, I'm in my zone, I'm in it

Ain't no one can stop this feeling that we got, no oh

You make it feel the way you used to feel back when we did it

Oh listen baby, top down in the winter your city baby, hey

How many shots does it take just to get you all on it?

Girl, how many moves I gotta make? I start to talk all honest

Girl I want you, can't help it if you need me, don't leave me

I'd be fucked up, I'm waiting

I say

To all of the ones that have been in love with you

This is a fuck you to all you niggas

We had some good times, I've been in love with you

All of them good times, I wish them good times

Can come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

Come back to me

Controlla (Remix) lyrics - Tory Lanez

Fargo, get on some real yard shit come in on it like this

No one gyal can satisfy me

Mi need more fuel for the lime green

Mi nuh know one gyal can deny me

Mi know seh mi chain shiny but why pree?

Mi a controlla, young soldier, once over

Any man ah diss we ah get slumped over

Nuh fi scared of the ting, gyal come closer

You need fi come over

Bad man we nuh watch that

Even when mi need fi watch that

I got my gun on me

If mi ever need fi shot that

One time, yeah

One time for the rude boy, yeah, you know that

Hundred down on the new toy and you know that

I've been lookin' for you, baby

You need somebody wavy

300 down on the Wraith, I bought the whole thing

Young nigga gettin' this cake, it's not a joke ting

I'm that nigga and I'm wavy

These hoes never 'bout to play me, okay

And nuh wait for the ting, she ah push pon it

But I'm on it, shawty up on it

Come bruk it down and

Baby, I'm on it

Top down in the mornin', tell me you want it

She be fuckin' for a come up, I got no condoms

Hit my nigga on the low, "Ray, go get the condoms"

We poppin', we got the hoes, they pullin' up on us

But still I'ma keep it low 'cause shawty know I got it

Shawty know I'm on it

Pull up upon mi wanna rub up upon pon mi

Come fuck with the top shotta

Money on me

No, no likkle man can harm me

I'm on it

You know I got it on me but wait gyal

I've been lookin' for you, baby

You know that a nigga wavy

Top down in the Mercedes

Drop down for a young nigga, yeah-yeah-yeah

I've been lookin' for you, baby

You know that a nigga wavy

Top down in the Mercedes, yeah

No one gyal can satisfy me

Mi need more fuel for the lime green

Mi nuh know one gyal can deny me

Mi know seh mi chain shiny but why pree?

No one gyal can satisfy me

I need some fuel for the lime green

If we ah fuck gyal like you ah fuck man, you can't call man grimy

No-no, but wait, but wait

She ah go let me fuck soon

Wait, just wait

Uh-no-no

Why dem haffi break this ting down?

Yeah, Fargo

No one gyal can satisfy me

Mi need more fuel for the lime green

I'm smokin' on lava and pine tree

Them hoes, they can never deny me

And I need fi know all that you need me for

You're the one that I want in the club

After all, don't you see these hoes?

Nothin' like you, nothin' like you, nothin' like you

Convertible Burt lyrics - Tory Lanez & Kevin Gates

(Come in)

[Tory Lanez:]

Hop in that bitch and I go

I cannot stress this bitch no more

Fifty racks came outside from the mall

Still come kick down your door

I don't got no time for no fuck shit

All in the packet, lil' baby gon' bust it

All of my hunnids, they printed out blue

And they new and I knew it as soon as I touched it

Bad joint, hop out the whip

Let a nigga up it, I'ma up out the stick

Say you finna catch me in traffic

My little nigga in the backseat, shoot an opp out the whip

I ain't finna fuck shit, nah, nah, hop in that Scat and that's that

I made her put a whole ten in her bag

Used to talk real crazy to a nigga, but I made her put it back in her track

703, put the dice back down to the ground

But you know a nigga bettin' on me

Broke boy, he ain't got nothin' on me

I hop out the whip, I'm stuntin' on three

Niggas on dick and they hoverin'

I'm poppin' so hard, that bitch let my brother hit

Tropical water on me like I'm Fiji

I used to set that shit up on a PG

I know the scammers, the trappers, the killers

Tryna cop baby Pampers and some pillows

I'm with the Ace, smokin' gorilla

You see my jacket? This shit chinchilla

I just got back on road, now I'm iced up

Like I just got fifty outta DR

Sendin' you fuck boys to the ER

They say nobody poppin', bitch, well we are

Bitch, I might land in the strip in Miami

My bitch is gon' fuck me and never gon' dump me

Right out the dealer, I'm sendin' these pictures

Girl, and I know that they never gon' touch me

Bitch is go-happy, go-lucky

All of my niggas, they don't care, stand with no ducky

All of my rap friends, don't y'all come around shinin' that ice, my man might buck ya

Now that I'm all independent, I'm out of my label

I promise I play about nothin'

Ain't got no label restrictions or politics

Niggas, they talk and they play, I'ma bust it, ayy

Like how I jugg and I stick it, though

I got that green on my body like Piccolo

She wanna fuck with a gigolo

I'm hittin' these hoes, 'bout to deuce like Bigalow, ayy

Granite, I came out the dirt

Door on the Aventador slanted, I came out, I skrrt

Nigga, don't play on my turf

Play with this choppa, I bet this shit rain on your Earth

You want a wifey? You said that you'll give her your worth

I hit that shit, it was dirt

Then I slid off in a 'vert

Felt like Convertible Burt, ayy, uh, Tory

[Kevin Gates:]

Air Force 1s, NFL trainin'

In the game with an NFL trainer

Movin' pail, tracker on a trailblazer

Caught a sale, what a major bill changer

I'm in the lead in a league of my own

Supplyin' the peace, get a piece of me gone

I'm in the streets and they ringin' my phone (Hello?)

Surprisin' to me, I can't leave it alone

I'm in a sports car

Roll down the window and then I unfasten her sports bra

Don't tell me you love her

Permanent stain in the streets, I got love scars

A big handful of mushrooms, I take some and recharge

Iced out, slid the clip in the stainless

Lifestyle of the rich and the famous

Close quarters in the whip with a gangster

Pipe down up in here 'fore I spank you

Pull up, park around the bend

I walk down, never slid (Uh-uh), yeah

I got power, no pretend, yeah

Only cowards like to spin, yeah (Yeah)

Barbershop, we for real, yeah

Grip the clippers, split a wig, yeah

Caught a clip, you're in a wheelchair

We go to war this time

Put it on party time

Turnin' your party down

And I'ma walk 'em round

Know I'm a god now

Crocodile Teeth (Freestyle) lyrics - Tory Lanez

Unuh don't try me

Badman ting we a gwaan grimy

Tell a so pussy boy, "Why pree?"

We shot bare people cah nutn nuh gwaan inna my street

Nigga, new 'matic

New choppa and bullet fi di new static

Pon block, me nuh care about who catch it

Mi hip fling when the ting haffi do magic, ahh

All a mi gyal have new titty

Batty well fat, face pon too pretty

You woulda tink seh me pay bout $250

All a di gyal, I wonder wah dem ago do to me

Light skin, big batty, a Shenseea

Badmind people wan' dead me off

Babylon wan' come send me off

Can't let a fuckboy friend me off, friend me off

Fava Shenseea

Badmind people wan' dead me off

Babylon wan' come send me off

Can't let a fuckboy friend me off, friend me off

Money say "Come again," cash keep doublin'

Fat pussy gyal inna mi Cullinan, come again

Man wan fi trick shots, ha, dem a bun him skin

Fuck bare gyal, white ting, cum guzzlin'

Bullets like Beenie Man, haffi hit one a dem, two of dem

Reload the clip, pff, hit another few of dem

We nuh watch pickney when dem talk, yeah

We just wait 'til them grow up den we shot dem

One ting me know, mi nah go a jail again

And to mi dawgs, we never gonna fail again

And to mi baby mother, yah mi real friend

And when mi come up me a give you 'bout a billion

Batty, a Shenseea

Badmind people wan' dead me off

Babylon wan' come send me off

Can't let a fuckboy friend me off, friend me off

New 'matic, new Rollie Plain Jane and a new Patek

Fuck she fresh off the plane with the new batty

Me nuh save no gyal, take who jacket?

Save that for di man ya move back with'

The ting offa mi coat, nuh care who catch it

Nah, said man ya badman, but still a gad man

Me nuh fear no tall boy, me a short man but me shot man

Give me tun tun and the tan tan, rude bwoy badman

"Boom Bye Bye" to the pussy like Banton

Way off to mi block they a go tell you I'm a top man

The top shotta, we a shot dem

Shenseea

Badmind people wan' dead me off

Babylon wan' come send me off

Can't let a fuckboy friend me off, friend me off

Shenseea

Badmind people wan' dead me off

Babylon wan' come send me off

Can't let a fuckboy friend me off, friend me off

You see (And do you see?)

Bare gunman deh 'round me (Gunman 'round me)

Gunman inna Portmore

Mi have gunman inna Kingston

Have bare gunman inna Tivoli

Mi have nuff gunman in Spanish town

Gunman in a jungle dem, see (Gunman in jungle dem)

Bare gunman deh 'round me (Gunman 'round me, gunman 'round me)

Decisions lyrics - Josh K, Tory Lanez & Louis B

She never seen

She never been

Put some money in your hand, you feel different (Feel different)

Baby, I could change your life

Comin' up in young nigga sprintin' (Skrrt, Skrrt)

Where we goin', we don't need no phone

And your life could be different, if you listen (Ooh)

Tough luck, nigga yea that's right

I'm the friend, that your lady always missin' (Ooh)

Can't do no nine to five, fuck a bitch (Okay)

She never seen so much money in all in one room

I could tell she like the styles and the coupe (Okay)

She never been on a first class flight to the go

I love when you hop out the ghost (Okay)

She never seen so much money in all in one room

I could tell she like the styles and the coupe (Okay)

She never been on a first class flight to the go

I love when you hop out the ghost

She wanna vibe with a nigga

Baby, bust it open and split the size on a nigga (Ooh)

Vibe with me, vibe with me

Eyes in the figure, ass fat as she

Never open back then, super sized on a nigga

Now look at you baby, Is it true baby?

[?], no Jimmy Choo baby

You got me again

With that pretty cool crazy

She was frontin' owin' money got her too hazy

I'm too fade up, you too laid up

Fuckin' up your make up

Let's eat steaks with the shrimps in Jamaica

You highly favored

Did it sixteen is supposed to be a [?]

She never seen so much money in all in one room

I could tell she like the styles and the coupe (Okay)

She never been on a first class flight to the go

I love when you hop out the ghost (Okay)

She never seen so much money in all in one room

I could tell she like the styles and the coupe (Okay)

She never been on a first class flight to the go

I love when you hop out the ghost

Why you scared boo? (Boo)

Whatchu never seen a ghost?

We can hit Tulum, maybe even let you drive the boat

What's your cash app? (Ooh)

Show you where this cash at

You got that firebox, got that hellcat

Throat baby, double the seize

It flawless for your AP, double the V's

Double r's, double you's, we ain't take no L's

Shots at the zoo, lemme ring your bell *Ding*

She never seen so much money in all in one room

I could tell she like the styles and the coupe (Okay)

She never been on a first class flight to the go

I love when you hop out the ghost (Okay)

She never seen so much money in all in one room

I could tell she like the styles and the coupe (Okay)

She never been on a first class flight to the go

I love when you hop out the ghost (Okay)