westwood crib session freestyle - tory lanez lyrics
look at the fl1ck of the wrist
i dont see you n-ggas getting no bigger than this
i got money and need to pick in a peak
women love to f-ck a n-gga one need to k!ll with the heat
rollie got the black diamonds got the tars in it
i take a first cl-ss ticket and put them pars in it
i got a couple a b-tches and kingin’ diamond
could sit when a n-gga
icey to light it hipnotize your b-tch
n-ggas need to get their sh-t straight
these n-ggas need to get their motherf-ckin sh-t straight
n-ggas love to say im broke how i was running round 50 thou
plus a feature name bieber on a mixtape
i got the gl-ss walls for the crib sake
i gotta hit it at it i make the crib shake
i gotta take advantage of the chance that i’m granted
just to see these hatin’ n-ggas make the sick face ohhhhh
well how you love a n-gga, its either leave it or pimp it
if she as f-ckin’ n-ggas
i keep an oven open over these
suckas i ain’t f-ckin’ with these n-ggas
that hated but said that they love a n-gga noooo
ain’t no time for co-signs n-ggas wasn’t givin’ it
these n-ggas was livin’ it up
droppin the rock im pickin it up
robbin the game im stickin it up
flow stingin’ like spillin per rocks still in the cut
still in the cut for n-ggas think im givin a f-ck
not never im probably the hottest ever
yes n-gga i been on this obsecure level that n-ggas can never matter with
we are not the same as rari with saddle sit
lamborghini dark grey metal tint
its evident
i dont wanna f-ck with n-ggas i know im better than
so i think you n-ggas better just
im predator k!llin any competetor
you can throw a better this n-gga we on some betterish
im still stuntin every ways through the mind it is
hip a hop doctor im giving n-ggas thermometers
oh i am still k!llin n-ggas with rhymin
im kickin it out early im still a n-gga with timin
n-ggas they talk swag im still n-gga designin
all of my b-tches bad they still equiped with the finest
i dont play no games i gets paid
i dont need a father rap i sensei
n-ggas want beef i give em a mince maid
its either you call a piece or catch us some mince grave i know
so cl-ssy n-ggas they won’t p-ss me chicks
used to diss can kiss my whole -ss cheek
pause, no flaws through my last week
im just thinking about the jaws on my last freak
bad b-tch last week she was past flee
shawty so clean so nasty
shawty so cool won’t last coz the cash rules i need cream im so ashy
uh and boy i stunt
i’ll employ yall boys to my store out front
i’ll employ yall boys coz i know yall front
i’ll flame yall n-ggas like a flame -ss blunt
imma tell you what i want lil mama
the hit it like kick it like punt lil mama
imma a d-boy lil mama and your man a decoy lil mama
tell a b-tch deploy lil mama
so she can see joy lil mama
imma a prany still smell blood in the water
still thuggin still mud in the water
still f-ckin when im chubby still churchin your daughter
still f-ck with your mother i dont f-ck with your father
n-ggas got me standing like t-fly
have my n-gga scrambled like free flies
shawty see my man get a touchdown
she had to let my man in like ely
offensive im so offensive
if you are sensitive get this we lay on n-ggas streets like shes on picnics
and b-tch im rich and yes im this sick no
my watch roll no dont tick tick
yes b-tch im this kid thats still ballin
1999 vinch carter and yall f-ck n-ggas is benchwarmers
we ball the stinch on us
we go hard this on us
cops try to lock us throw to throw some ments on us
baby mama they just tryna throw they rents on us
car dealer he just tryna throw some tints on us
couple b-tches that was tryna cop a dents on us
spanish love me coz im say im good
i f-ck around im in the f-ckin hood
everyday im in a different hood
im vocal, im so bifocul
if i dont like you trust me im vocal
b-tch like rough d-cks trust me i’ll choke her
i’ll stroke her like im old school
oh no pro tools im so cool
still f-ckin up with these b-tches and no
they no fool uh im still stuntin
sippin on that
still frontin man f-ck it
im still sippin on dusse
no ofence to chris but i still want karuecche
still ballin on the mothaf-ckin day tho
n-ggas gotta see me and they gotta she the f-ck low
tell a motherf-cker better lay low
before we have to grip up and cop and shoot clips like halo
no xbox but you n-ggas can catch the next slot
in the ground my n-ggas is going down
40 on the pound im steppin in london town
tim westwood we smoking the best good
tell a motherf-ckas i ain’t 2pac
but you’ll catch 2 pops you gon need a vest, shook
n-ggas dont play no games
im so f-ckin nasty i dont snitch dont say no names
im bout to k!ll every to n-gga that ever came up inside the building
if they say those names
listen its one umbrella
we one forever
understand i got my gun forever
lyrics by: sumanstudios
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