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my time to shine - tory lanez feat. 42 dugg lyrics

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man, f*ck that b*tch, came back to my senses
two*tone chevy, came back to the benz
s550, that’s for kenny, lil’ b*tch

stop posting these n*ggas that’s dead if we did it
i’m pulling up red cup shawty
k!lling my haters, these n*ggas not dead enough for me
i don’t want your b*tch, lil’ shawty ain’t sl!ck
she don’t l!ck, she don’t suck or give head enough for me

i got these big ass rocks
flew her to the city, f*cked me and my mans, she a big*ass thot
thick*ass top
sliding my tip in a rich*ass sl!ck*ass mop
all of my n*ggas, we bucking, i don’t even know the word ducking
b*tch, you got budget, i up it
she wanna f*ck, too scary to touch it
put black in her tunnel, i’m harriеt tubman

got maybach to maybach, i’m balling on n*ggas
that’s payback to payback on all of my b*tches
i make them wait for thе plate
bought me a car with a stick just to stall it on n*ggas
bought me a new fn, shawty came, bought me a new best friend
hit ’em both and didn’t know they looked like twina
(ho, holy f*ck, i just f*cked off her bredren)

walmart sheets, she wanna f*ck in ’em, yeah
tig ol’ bitties, i wanna touch on ’em, yeah
and she got some ass too, d*mn, bring it to me
too much talking when it’s lit, b*tch, shut the f*ck up
(f*ck with me)

b*tch get off my d*ck (hoe)
rich young n*gga still turnt from the 6
told y’all i could make a mil’, i’m big youngin
money, three, in hundreds
f*ck her, f*ck her, once i get the head, it’s f*ck her
doing this ten years straight like mustard
rose*gold cuban on the neck, new money

i get a richard mille, nothing less than two hundred
young dawg keep coming, i see you
take something from me, get left
sh*t, ain’t worried now, get stretched
he ain’t ’bout war
bankroll on me, no fraud
‘least nine hundreds in card
n*gga, all my b*tches sell large stuffing, f*ck her

walmart sheets, she wanna f*ck in ’em, yeah
tig ol’ bitties, i wanna touch on ’em, yeah
and she got some ass too, d*mn, bring it to me
too much talking when it’s lit, b*tch, shut the f*ck up

i don’t wanna talk no more, it is my time to shine
forty million dollar advance, n*gga, it is my time to sign
b*tch, get the f*ck out of my light, this is my time to shine, man
shawty keep talking that this and that
ya*ya*ya, lil’ b*tch, my time to shine, man

n*ggas in trouble, now they paying me double
fresh air force, couldn’t pay me to scuffle
dead benjamin head sitting in the duffle
when they sent me upstate and i was getting in a tussle
hopping on the pj, going out to pf
hopping out to london just to see steph
yeah, i know i’m young, but i could f*ck you like a df
boy, you finna die, you take three steps

i was getting money out the league
back when lil p and lil j and lil fresh
was getting b&e and coming out the scene
blue bill hundreds b*tches coming out the jeans
blue in that b00by trap, f*ck it, i redeem
got my cash up, yeah, now a n*gga thumbing through the green
last song, told you that my face wasn’t in it
if you caught a n*gga cheating then f*ck what it seem

mojo back, b*tch, ow, i might bring back cristal
might stop telling these n*ggas my moves
they taking my groove, b*tch, how? give that man back his style
that’s my dawg and we still share clothes
he can rock my chain, let me bust that rollie
one thing we don’t argue about b*tches
we ain’t finna fallout about hoes

walmart sheets, she wanna f*ck in ’em, yeah
tig ol’ bitties, i wanna touch on ’em, yeah
and she got some ass too, d*mn, bring it to me
too much talking when it’s lit, b*tch, shut the f*ck up

- tory lanez feat 42 dugg lyrics

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