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convertible burt - tory lanez lyrics

hop in that b*tch and i go
i cannot stress this b*tch no more
fifty racks came outside from the mall
still come kick down your door
i don’t got no time for no f*ck sh*t
all in the packet, little baby gon’ bust it
all of my hunnids, they printed out blue
and they knew and i knew it as soon as i touch it
bad joint, hop out the whip
let a n*gga up it, i’ma up out the stick
say you finna catch me in traffic
but little n*gga in the backseat, shoot an opp out the whip
i ain’t finna f*ck sh*t, nah, nah, hop in that scat and that’s that
i made her put a whole ten in her bag
used to talk real crazy to a n*gga but i made her put it back in her track

703, put the dice back down to the ground
but you know a n*gga bettin’ on me
broke boy, he ain’t got nothin’ on me
i hop out the whip, i’m stuntin’ on three
n*ggas on d*ck and they hoverin’
i’m poppin’ so hard, that b*tch let my brother hit
tropical water on me like i’m fiji
i used to set that sh*t up on a pg
i know the scammers, the trappers, the k!llers
tryna cop baby pampers and some pillows
i’m with the ace, smokin’ gorilla
you see my jacket? this sh*t chinchilla
i just got back on road, now i’m iced up
like i just got fifty outta dr
sendin’ you f*ck boys to the er
they say n0body poppin’, b*tch, well we are
b*tch, i might land in the strip in miami
my b*tch is gon’ f*ck me and never gon’ dump me
right out the dealer, i’m sendin’ these pictures
girl, and i know that they never gon’ touch me
b*tch is go*happy, go*lucky
all of my n*ggas, they don’t care, stand with no ducky
all of my rap friends, don’t y’all come around shinin’ that ice, my man might buck it

now that i’m all independent, i’m out of my label
i promise i play about nothin’
ain’t got no label restrictions or politics n*ggas
they talk and they play? i’ma bust it, ayy
like how i jugg and i stick it though
i got that green on my body like piccolo
she wanna f*ck with a gigolo
i’m hittin’ these ho, ’bout to deuce like bigalow, ayy
granted, i came out the dirt
doin’ aventadors, slam it, i came out, i skrrt
n*gga, don’t play on my turf
play with this choppa, i bet this sh*t rain on your earth
you want a wifey? you said that you’ll give her your worth
i hit that sh*t, it was dirt
then i slid off in a flirt
felt like convertible burt, ayy, ayy

air force 1s, nfl trainin’
in the game with an nfl trainer
movin’ pale, tracker on a trailblazer
caught a sale, what a major bill changer
i’m in the lead, in a league of my own
supplyin’ the peace, get a piece of me gone
i’m in the streets and they ringin’ my phone
surprisin’ to me, i can’t leave it alone
i’m in a sports car

roll down the window and then i advance in a sports bar
don’t tell me you love her
permanent stain in the streets, i got lost cause
head full of mushrooms, i take some to reach her
iced out, leave the clip in the stainless
lifestyle of the rich and the famous
close quarters in the whip with a gangster
pipe down up in here ‘fore i spank you
pull up, round the bend
i walk down, never slid, yeah
i got power, no pretend, yeah
only cowards like to spend, yeah
barbershop we for real, yeah
grip the clippers, split a weave, yeah
caught a clip, you’re in a wheelchair
we gon’ reward this time
put it on party time
turnin’ your party down
and i’ma walk ’em round
know i’m a god now

- tory lanez lyrics

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