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staccato - tory lanez lyrics

[chorus]
f*ckin’ these b*tches, they came out of milano
she want me to come, but ain’t got all the time, no
the other day i was broke, came back in designer
lil’ mama left me alone, came back and the time’s up
ayy, singin’ to the bank, my money staccato
i ain’t on no bullsh*t, this ain’t no chicago
i went from jettin’ from stores, to jet in the sky though
my n*gga, the world yours, whatever’s inside though

[verse 1]
two twenties on my head, just made it to six*speed
used to have love for you b*tches, now i’m like, “b*tch, please”
now and then i gotta say it like my n*gga weeknd
f*ck needin’ a b*tch, i’m what a b*tch need
two hunnid thirty thousand on the bentley
so even when it’s dirty, know my sh*t clean
got a thick bih’, her name’s christina
out miami with the whip, hop out of prestige, yeah
ayy, shawty know i been on some boss sh*t, ayy
she f*ckin’ with me ’cause i’m a vibe, my n*gga
i spent twenty*five all on my side b*tch
and if i get caught, i’ma deny it
i’ma deny it, i’m a f*ckin’ rider
got a bad b*tch for the n*gga, p*ssy fire
she strip down like malia or maya
and i been on the side tryna buy her some time off
ayy, i’m hotter than folgers
money so thick, can’t fold it, i told you
came back, put my baby mama in a rover
card got no limit, b*tch, i’m a soldier, ugh
[chorus]
f*ckin’ these b*tches, they came out of milano
she want me to come, but ain’t got all the time, no
the other day i was broke, came back in designer
lil’ mama left me alone, came back and the time’s up
ayy, singin’ to the bank, my money staccato
i ain’t on no bullsh*t, this ain’t no chicago
i went from jettin’ from stores, to jet in the sky though
my n*gga, the world yours, whatever’s inside though

[verse 2]
honey, am i wrong for thinkin’ every woman wanna f*ck me?
and if she don’t, she probably g*y, that’s what it must be
none of my biddies put no n*ggas above me
i done pulled up southside, all my b*tches side*side of me
couldn’t be a fake n*gga if i tried to be
ayy, louis vuitton shorts, dior, four*course
let a goofy n*gga f*ck and we can’t f*ck no more
i’m a big money n*gga on a jet
girl, give me that p*ssy, let me make it wet for ya
i told you can get the world, baby, if you rep the set
she was out before the check
alphabet, i’m a g, f*ck her ex, no sweat
to the left, to the left, to the left
everything you f*ckin’ own is in a box to the left
ayy, i’m on the yachty, i got them thots to the left
she a bop, i’ma flex, got rocks for my neck, yeah
[chorus]
f*ckin’ these b*tches, they came out of milano
she want me to come, but ain’t got all the time, no
the other day i was broke, came back in designer
lil’ mama left me alone, came back and the time’s up
ayy, singin’ to the bank, my money staccato
i ain’t on no bullsh*t, this ain’t no chicago
i went from jettin’ from stores, to jet in the sky though
my n*gga, the world yours, whatever’s inside though

- tory lanez lyrics

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