- Tory Lanez Stupid Again 歌詞
- Tory Lanez
- I just wanna say from the bottom of my heart
Id like to take this chance to apologise to absolutely nobody
The double champ does what the ** he wants
Bout to go stupid again
She out the roof of the Benz
Im bout to do her to get her
Ima fcuk two of her friends
Just made a flip off the wop
Fcuk the Frank Mueller, I jump out the jeweler again
I fcuked my money up on the re-up
But I got it right back and I blew it again
Bag full of bricks
Back sellin Knicks like Ewing again
Trap aint 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 aint never bout to give em
Fair amounts
I aint 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
Ima hustle til the car came with another brick in it
Crib came with another b*tch in it
If you aint gettin litty with the shitty, Ima put another b*tch in it
B*tch better hit me with deep throat (Oh)
And no, I aint talkin bout Michigan, ayy
Oh, uh, damn, shit
Im goin stupid and shit
She play the flute with my dick
Wrist, sick, I got the flu on a b*tch
I play it cool on a b*tch
Hit, stick, thats how I do on your b*tch
What Ima do in this b*tch
Pussy was great, flew out andflew in this b*tch
40, shinin and shinin
Way in the hills, Im high in the climate
Nigas is trickin and nigas is simpin
Payin for heels, and winin and dinin
Jewish lawyers on the phone call
I said Ima sign that lil shit when I sign it
I got these Benjamin Frank on my body
Aint finna fcuk if this shit aint 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
Niga, fcuk my ex, Im uninvolved
You can suck my d*ck and lick a nut too (Woo)
Yeah, you dont like me, niga, fcuk you, fcuk you, fcuk you
(Fcuk you, niga)
Damn, he runnin through all his paper
Thats what I do to a hater
Dont 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
And she look good, I might date her
P*ssy was good and I ate it
Lil b*tch, Im Bajan, woo
Wait, hold the fcuk up, hold the fcuk up, hold up
So we both at the function, you know what Im 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 shit, like, 'Yo, whats the difference between my 458 and your 488?'
Bout like eighty to hundred thousand, cock sucker, beat it
Bout to go stupid again
She out the roof of the Benz
Im bout to do her to get her
Imafcuk two of her friends
Just made a flip off the wop
Fcuk the Frank Mueller, I jump out the jeweler again
I ****ed my money up on the re-up
But I got it right back and I blew it again
We dont wanna hear no sucker shit after this shit either, niga
Know what Im sayin?
Oh, you worried bout your b*tch?
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, shes here
Know what Im sayin?
Oui, oui, parlez-vous franais and all that good shit
Ha, straight off the runway in Paris, niga
Give ten fcuks about a b*tch
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