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Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
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Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
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Uh Where did all my exes go? Textin' X and O's Guess the car drive as far our connection goes We're top floor, spittin' blessed flows Extra on the cash, need mine far as extra goes Off charts, I'm runnin' my way up Niggas ain't fuckin' my play up Shot Clock Violations and I'm still tuckin' my J up They playin' hard, I'm star player So playin' with y'all feel like I'm runnin' a layup I'm on top of the globe And everything I touch fire, hand top of the stove I go through emotions, but some I'm just not finna show Haven't I proved to you, I'm always hot when it's cold? Haven't I proved, nigga, that I always got what it takes? Ain't no stoppin' or brakes They try blockin' my chase I'm still joggin' in place Wonder why I'm the golden child, it's not a mistake We press niggas and speak in code like, "Lock in the sake" Tryna go up on me, it's like hoppin' in place I know I'm in- But she just got this sort of anger against me- They wanna kill me, drive by and throw shots at my grave, it's crazy But all gravy 'cause I'm gettin' cash money now Way before, "LoVE me NOw", the show's over a hunnid thou' It's why I see you niggas now, don't wanna pow-wow The mic' made me like Mike and I ain't Lil Bow Wow Life is all a gamble and you gotta put some thous' down Win a couple games now and you the man around town Now you fuckin' pretty brown rounds from the litty town And hopin' that'll last forever, they don't ever forget you now Oh, I I ain't really been to the city so long (so long) So long, I don't even know what's goin' on (goin' on) Hoes gone and the good girls moved on (moved on) Old friends jealous and the feeling so strong (strong) Oh, I'm (I'm) Comin' up short but the money so long (so long) Old friends didn't get to last too long (too long) Old hoes gone but I gotta move on And the talk on road is (the talk on road is) That I've been touchin' money, don't get down with all you funny niggas Talk on road is (talk on road is) I ain't got no love for nobody that don't love me, no Talk on road It's always gon' be something 'bout me whenever it's talk on road (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) Oh, it's talk on road, oh-oh Shots comin' from the other side Shoot us like a bitch from that meme, double homicide And I remember nights in that kitchen, mixin' that Jambalaya Hunnid thousand, money counter, watchin' all the numbers fly Why would a nigga lie? Honda Civic flow, I had to turn it to my just to drive I remember days microwavin' stoves, was fuckin' different hoes in my sister ride Hatin' me is hatin' God, plannin' all of His design Book busy and big plottin' All my niggas been in the field like pickin' cotton Pop my shit, made all this money, imagine me switchin' options Knowin' that I'm as cold as Dippin' Dots And my flows just hittin' pockets Voice just sound angelic Pull up on bitches like Michael Jack' and push out her pelvic She gon' dive in it face first without no helmet And damn, she don't wanna look no type of way but can't help it I'm truly the man, look what I do with a plan Diamonds sittin' whiter than the brightest of Klu in the Klan I told her, "Sit in the sun, you look brand new with a tan" Your old nigga was broke, you look brand new with some bands It's 2022 now, and judgin' on the deal I struck in 2021 I probably won't need a new advance They try to hold me back, but I've been out here skippin' steps like a ruined dance Watchin' all the flaws of you niggas, flyin' the crew to France Oh, I I ain't really been to the city so long (so long) So long, I don't even know what's goin' on (goin' on) Hoes gone and the good girls moved on (moved on) Old friends jealous and the feeling so strong (strong) Oh, I'm (I'm) Comin' up short but the money so long (so long) Old friends didn't get to last too long (too long) Old hoes gone but I gotta move on And the talk on road is (the talk on road is) That I've been touchin' money, don't get down with all you funny niggas Talk on road is (talk on road is) I ain't got no love for nobody that don't love me, no Talk on road It's always gon' be something 'bout me whenever it's talk on road (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) Oh, it's talk on road, oh-oh
Writer(s): Aidan Crotinger, Bryan Yepes, Jake Patrick Wogan, Francisco Javier Bejar, Steven Shaeffer, Daystar Peterson, Johann Chavez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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