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Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
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Ajay
Ajay
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Daystar Peterson
Daystar Peterson
Composer
Dejan Nikolić
Dejan Nikolić
Composer

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Motherfucker That's why I fucked your bitch Haha, ayy, ayy This shit specially sent out (it's specially sent) To all my niggas from Florida (all my bitches too) Haha, ayy, ayy Yeah, I'm talking North Miami, poppin' to Orlando Jacksonville, Tampa, all y'all niggas up there, I see you (oh, shit, bitch) Ayy, Kodak, you gon' be proud of this flow right here Watch this, watch this, ayy Check I swear 'fore God, I'm only stepping for my own fam I'm praying when I see my enemy, this shit don't jam He been staying inside like quarantine, that's why I don't see him Hope my label drop, they know it's me soon as them hoes see 'em I'm swagging up out that hot car, look like I'm Puerto Rican (what?) From out of the dark, we rockstars, and plus, we holding pieces You wouldn't even let me get that pussy, why you wanna tease me? You on your period at 5:00 a.m., then why you wanna see me? (Lil' bitch) I'm putting my foot down on these hoes and now they talking easy Getting ready to dip all on this chick, it look like Polynesian My flow west-side, my bitch chest out Got catch me from the left side, 'cause that's my best side Got to hop in and ride this dick 'cause ain't no time to test drive She ain't do shit for your side, but she getting fucked, this side 20 thousand dollars in bottles, my tendencies taller Lie to him, said it was runts, but I sold him gelato I know that bitch be calling me daddy But that bitch ain't my daughter (nah) Jay whipping up in that Catty 'cause that Lambo stalling I done shot dice with everybody in Barcelona 30 thousand, well, tell a bitch to call her homie, ayy Rockin' Prada, I'm looking like the God father Ayy, spoil the bitch, you'd think the bitch my God daughter (yeah) We moving the ZaZa way out in Texas Niggas hating, I clique up with the Mexicans Telling you, I'm a lil' more famous, bitch, I ain't a pedestrian (woah) Yeah, I'm a lil' too faded, I might fuck your best friend, woah I'm topping on ZaZa, I'm one with the raw-raw Fucking these bitches, I'm making them top off, hoe, til' she cock off "Want me to take you to dinner, baby?" Mm, nah-uh Giving a fuck, I take the baddest lil' bitch to Popeyes I got the Urus painted yellow just to match the furniture Whores on my floor dancing like it's Caribana She think she poppin' 'cause he eat a pussy, bitch, nada Yeah, I promise around here, shawty, you gets nada A lot of these pussy niggas will tell you they love you but they leaches You say you love me and you my partner, why I ain't get on no feature? I'm doing this shit for them Florida jit's that's out here doing my pieces She running and slipping to that bank, bitch, I feel like Regis (yeah) Okay, I'm poppin' Prada, I'm dropping dollars I'm poppin' the bitch then pop your collar, I got to holler I'm fucking a bitch from Guatemala, with all the dawga I'm stepping this bitch, I ain't a baller, I'm baller, baller Okay, and I ain't no getting back out the beef Fuck niggas try to trick me out the streets If I ever copped a plea and I was tryna keep a player (what?) Just know, I'ma kill your ass later, boy (haha) Back to these hoes, you know they've gotten so filthy She hopping up on my dick, she tryna ride it and milk it She like how the inside of my Rolls-Royce so silky I like how the inside of that pussy felt when I peeled it (yeah) She dropped down, got her eagle on, then I kill't it My auntie tried to tell me "Stop sippin'," I still sip It's propaganda, I drop the Fanta I'm mixing the lean, the Tropicana Like arm and hammer And I'm a gangster on the scene, but not on camera (nah) The fuck nigga be doing my green, so I'ma blam him (bap, bap) It's Tory, nigga, ayy And when you see swanging on that mo'fuckin' 95 And your bitch swanging out that window like "Damn, who the fuck is that, nigga?" Just know, nigga, it's me shining like a mo'fuckin' diamond If I'm lying, I'm flying, bitch, you know what the hell it is, man Anytime I go out I'm in there like swimwear Out there like mouth gettin' bitched I'm sliding down from mo'fuckin' Lauderdale, just picked up a QP Rich niggas at Taboose, broke boys at boobies, man You know how this shit is Uh, Mr. red cup, one cup, two cup, blue cup, I keep on going Your hoe keep on hoeing And anytime I get caught with this ice, nigga, it keep on snowing Damn, these hoes love me, nigga You know what it is, I'm sippin' bubbly, nigga I got hoes on my dick, nigga, and I can never stop it, why? 'Cause I'm gorgeous, baby, I'm fuckin' gorgeous That's my outro
Writer(s): Daystar Peterson, Dejan Nikolic, Ajay Vishwakarma Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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