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stupid again - tory lanez lyrics

[intro: conor mcgregor]
i just wanna say from the bottom of my heart, i’d like to take this chance to apologise to absolutely n0body
the double champ does what the **** he wants
uh, woah, ayy

[chorus]
’bout to go stupid again
she out the roof of the benz
i’m ’bout to do her to get her
i’ma f*ck two of her friends
just made a flip off the wop
f*ck the frank mueller, i jump out the jeweler again
i f*cked my money up on the re*up
but i got it right back and i blew it again
uh, ayy

[verse]
bag full of bricks
back sellin’ knicks like ewing again
trap ain’t bump like this since ’06, so the boys just start u*in’ again
clear it out
grrrr, stick ’em
air it out
brrrr, flip ’em
whereabouts
i ain’t never ’bout to give ’em
fair amounts
i ain’t never finna hit ’em with
triple in it, double*up the stash, caught a brick
another half, finna got another twenty on the vision
special lil’, flip it, did a caddy from the kitchen
i’ma hustle ’til the car came with another brick in it
crib came with another b*tch in it
if you ain’t gettin’ litty with the sh*tty, i’ma put another b*tch in it
b*tch better hit me with deep throat (oh)
and no, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout michigan, ayy
oh, uh, d*mn, sh*t
i’m goin’ stupid and sh*t (woo)
she play the flute with my d*ck
wrist, sick, i got the flu on a b*tch
i play it cool on a b*tch
hit, stick, that’s how i do on your b*tch (uh)
what i’ma do in this b*tch
p*ssy was great, flew out and flew in this b*tch
.40, shinin’ and shinin’
way in the hills, i’m high in the climate
n*ggas is trickin’ and n*ggas is simpin’
payin’ for heels, and winin’ and dinin’
jewish lawyers on the phone call
i said i’ma sign that lil’ sh*t when i sign it
i got these benjamin frank on my body
ain’t finna f*ck if this sh*t ain’t exotic, woo
ten traps phones ’cause the b*tch keep on callin’
sleepin’ on the floor, i be scammin’, gettin’ it all in
do the money dance when the money fall
n*gga, f*ck my ex, i’m uninvolved
you can suck my d*ck and l!ck a nut too (woo)
yeah, you don’t like me, n*gga, f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
(f*ck you, n*gga)
d*mn, he runnin’ through all his paper
that’s what i do to a hater
don’t touch two things: my hair or my paper (woo)
passin’ that b*tch and she hot
pass her like hot potato
i grind, i skate her (uh)
and she look good, i might date her
p*ssy was good and i ate it
lil’ b*tch, i’m bajan, woo

[interlude]
wait, hold the f*ck up, hold the f*ck up, hold up
so we both at the function, you know what i’m sayin’
you pull up with your b*tch in the 458
i pull up with my b*tch in the 488
you pull up beside my sh*t, like, “yo, what’s the difference between my 458 and your 488?”
’bout like eighty to hundred thousand, c*ck sucker, beat it
woo, ayy

[chorus]
’bout to go stupid again
she out the roof of the benz
i’m ’bout to do it her to get her
i’ma f*ck two of her friends
just made a flip off the wop
f*ck the frank mueller, i jump out the jeweler again
i f*cked my money up on the re*up
but i got it right back and i blew it again

[outro]
hahaha
we don’t wanna hear no sucker sh*t after this sh*t either, n*gga
know what i’m sayin’?
oh, you worried ’bout your b*tch?
yeah, yeah, yeah*yeah, she’s here
know what i’m sayin’?
oui, oui, parlez*vous français and all that good sh*t
ha, straight off the runway in paris, n*gga
give ten f*cks about a b*tch

- tory lanez lyrics

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