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Tory Lanez

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They gave Speedy twenty years, been tryna get him out since
I be rollin with some shottas, tryna dip em out the whip
When we get to bendin corners
niggas split around that bitch
All my dogs rich, took a lot to get em out the sticks
I had this one bitch fuckin up my trap house
Do her like her step mama and send her to her dad house
I even had to snake a couple niggas
but my plan was to get rich
Shootouts gave me PTSD, that s the damage that it did
I m talkin hammers at the crib
I m talkin hammers at my grandma s house
She in the kitchen, cookin finer hammers in the counters
Real stepper, they can t stand us
when we pull up, they can t manage
We be duckin paparazzi and all the cameras
Yeah, I m talkin hoppin out of cars
that don t come out till next year
That Pagani so fast, it shouldn t be another gear
We just trappers of the year and we gon need another cheer
Range peach, color pear
Seein peace, gotta steer
And I think she like the Audemar on me
Chains dancin , got A Boogie, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah on me
When she pull up like the plug, she gon drop it all for me
It s only scary hours, when she pull up, be like: Ooh

I m talkin real deal money and cash, gun in my stash
L-O-V-E tatted over my eyes
Baby, you know this shit is real when you fuckin with me
I keep that blocka, chill when you fuckin with me
Bitch, I m for real
Talkin real deal money and cash, gun in my stash
L-O-V-E tatted over my eyes
Baby, you know this shit is real when you fuckin with me
I keep that blocka, chill when you fuckin with me
Bitch, I m for real

Bitch, I m for real
Bitch, I m for real

Kept the static in the attic
And I was trappin to the alleys
Couldn t find my soul when I was travelin
Couldn t cope, this shit was tragic
I was out there doin the most
You know that most, my nigga, was savage
If you come close, my niggas ll grab it
It s on my soul, my niggas gon have it, I swear
We be spendin cash, we barely dip off and escape
All you hearin is vroom and niggas
come through, spinnin off in that Lamb
We re twenty-nine now
and I m proud of the man I became, of who I am
I always said: I ll have everything
I got right now at thirty, nigga
But this shit don t stop, I want some houses
I want some blocks
I want some buildings and some shops
I need equity in everything
Bitches come through spinnin round my finger
like a wedding ring
Devil knockin at my door, tryin not to let him in
I be feelin so conflicted, Glock off in my letterman
Got it for protection, for my opps, know I can t let em win
I ma beat my case, bitch
I ain t worried bout no settlement
Truly, I m a gentleman, let the Lord settle it
Cause I be up late, askin Him for answers
Know that they can t rob me
but I can t give them no chances
We was flippin dope with all our old label advances
Bitch, I m in that Ghost like Luigi in the mansion (Yeah)

I m talkin real deal money and cash, gun in my stash
L-O-V-E tatted over my eyes
Baby, you know this shit is real when you fuckin with me
I keep that blocka, chill when you fuckin with me
Bitch, I m for real
I m talkin real deal money and cash, gun in my stash
L-O-V-E tatted over my eyes
Baby, you know this shit is real when you fuckin with me
I keep that blocka, chill when you fuckin with me
Bitch, I m for real

Bitch, I m for real
Bitch, I m for real
Bitch, I m for real
Bitch, I m for real