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Tory Lanez - Not Tricking X Black Keys (Sorry4What)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BounceGoHard
BounceGoHard
Composer
C Muney
C Muney
Songwriter
Daystar Peterson
Daystar Peterson
Songwriter
Mike
Mike
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blk
Blk
Producer
Play Picasso
Play Picasso
Producer
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Producer

Lyrics

My dawg C Money got it, yeah Ayy, ayy yeah Ayy, ayy, shit got thicker since I seen it on the West (West) Thicker, way thicker than you see it on the text Fronted one time, but you still my (nigga) Shawty got face, ass, and intellect, yeah I'm a ref' She might have to hit me with a TEC like I'm Stephen (Steph) Treat my nigga Davo like my motherfuckin' cuz Treat my nigga VVS Ken like my nephew (yeah) If she wanna get saved, go to church (church) I am not comin' to the motherfuckin' rescue (no way) I know that them other niggas cuff, I can't arrest you Even though you comin' with the batty and the breast too (yeah) Why you tryna play me when I keep it too player? White AF1s, got to keep two pair (yeah) Don't step, or crease the new pair (crease) Ayy, fuck with me, baby, if you need somethin' Whip it out, I heard you tryna see somethin' Fuckin' me in the sheets, we thumpin' We just fucked, but she wanna be somethin' Fuck with me, baby, if you need somethin' Whip it out, I heard you tryna see somethin' Fuckin' me in the sheets, we thumpin' We just fucked, but she wanna be somethin' It's not trickin' if you got it, my (nigga) And she pop shit (go), 'cause she poppin' my (nigga) And it's real 'lone (SuWoop), that's how she got it, my (nigga) That's when I'm still 'lone, that's 'cause I got it, my (nigga) Uh, it's a stick-up (stick), did you miss us? (Miss) Ain't no kissin' on that ass, I ain't no bitch nigga (bitch) Beretta, listen, this ya picture Put my dawg on a play, fuck the whole shit up (fresh) Harbour 60 (sixty), I swear we private dinner (dinner) I was still a winner even when I worked at Winner's (Tell you what, can we hear something from the album?) Tell us how you feel, we can roger that shit like a click on a car (grrt) If she could, she would hang my dick on a wall (grrt) If she could, she would tie my dick on her jaw (yeah) And she would, but, that's probably goin' too far (too far) You're goin' too far, baby, baby (baby) Ayy, text me, yeah (text me), baby girl, you know you more than sexy, yeah (sexy) I ain't goin' far, I ain't talkin' 'bout no blog When I say we makin' videos and gettin' messy (messy) Fuck with me, baby, if you need somethin' Whip it out, I heard you tryna see somethin' Fuckin' me in the sheets, we thumpin' We just fucked, but she wanna be somethin' Fuck with me, baby, if you need somethin' Whip it out, I heard you tryna see somethin' Fuckin' me in the sheets, we thumpin' We just fucked, but she wanna be somethin' It's not trickin' if you got it, my (nigga) And she pop shit (go), 'cause she poppin' my (nigga) And it's real 'lone (SuWoop), that's how she got it, my (nigga) That's when I'm still 'lone, that's 'cause I got it, my (nigga) I'm serious this time Look That boy not trickin' inside that black Ferrari I say, "I'm sorry," but, I'm not sorry Shoppin' in Bal Harbour, La Perla and BVLGARI Valuable morals inside of all of my child's stories Presidential senate weed smellin' like Al Gore, election I'm stylin' raw in affection Vick and Kevin scopin' every hoe I allow in the section They steppin' and find niggas with weapons and .9's Behind all the private dinner, linguine, rosetta and wine I'm doin' front rows with Madonna inside of the Barclays And afterparty, pergola and shrimp with the sauté Watchin' Gervonta Davis as if both of our fames combined Could be blocked behind the walls of these dark shades The punch lines more De La Hoya, I'm sellin' quotas I feel like I'm Magneto, the flow is so metamorphic The rata-tata, the scatter, the pocket is fat as Norbit My girl ass out the orbit, like, "How does he keep it corporate?" She give me oral while I re-evaluate my morals A king with no open hearts in the kingdom, I feel like Sora A couple decor settings, imported from Bora Bora And if I ever die, bitches raid my tomb like Lara and Croft Y'all niggas talkin', it's awkward like goin' in soft I hate this store, I just bought it like I'm knowin' the cost I hate this store, and she don't ask like she know that it's law I'm not trickn', if I bought it, I was goin' too far Yeah Yeah, uh (check it) Ayy, yeah, uh (check it) Ayy, yeah, uh (check it) Ayy, yeah, uh (check it)
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