- Tory Lanez Hate To Say 歌詞
- Tory Lanez
- I find it funny how niggas start talking money
Im living lovely, apartment far from the bunjee
I remember us living not too far from the junkees
The flunkees that tried to to punk me on corners
But never sung me I swear
In this bitch, yeah Im killing this year
Them boys hated, they gon feel it this year
I bought a rari, I only drove in it once
Im movin different this year
Im leaving thousands, talking millions this year
When niggas really talkin
Talkin over, talk it over
Renegotiate and make the play and they cough it over
I crossed over like Iverson
When he dropped the shoulder on Jordan
The feelin more than the sport
When you winning fuck how they feelin
The feelings got left aside
I told them to step aside
Im rarely eating,
Im ordering more extra size, you know me
Round the block, glovers spittin them hot flows
My sense smells like
Michelle was touching Baracks clothes
Presidential, the flow is so evidential
At the clearport customs, I barely show my credentials
Dont need a tinted, I want you to know whos in it
Had me offended last time
That I walked in the Holt Renfrew
Lets break it down for em
Account this, if every show is a 100 thou for him
Then that mean,
A hundred minutes on stage will equal a 100k
Thats one thousand a minute
So please dont get offended,
If I walk inside a store and spend 35k in it
Cause to me, thats just 35 minutes
Land in Jamaica, sip on a Guinness and get it
Who wanna witness my nigga,
Im really sick with the shits
I brought big Poppy out at the SumFest
Sean Kingston watched it from the side stage
I made triple the advance
That he had gave me in my first year,
45 minutes of me on stage
And Im not amazed
I think the tables turning
I think you learn from the bridge you burn
When you see it burning
I think you learn from the world when you see it turning
I went from being a server
To being this platinum deserver, you feel me?
Did a song with Meek Milly, called it 'Litty'
Really I just did that shit for the city in love with Philly
God, this chinchilla fur on me, just in case it gets chilly
Burner on my side pocket,
Thats just incase you get illy out here
Me and Travi$ Scott almost fought at the Mala Luna
We both agreed shortly after that it was music
That we could be possibly doing that bigger than tryna ruin it
So my apologies, nigga, just forgive me for doing it
History made in New York City,
We called a truce at the tower
I only brought a couple niggas with me
The beef was finished
As soon as we took the picture, the world was watching
The attention in the industry started shifting to me
Lord forgive em, Lord forgive em,
I was tripping all the time
I spit subliminal dissing just tryna rip shit
Not realising if I took the time to kick it,
And me and Drake, man,
Them bridges would probably equal to winning
Got the hard head flow, money coming in so thick
Them nigga call it hard bread dough
Im in this all red four seater,
Im leaning like the 06 fours
I said Id stop freestyling but fuck it, oh well
A nigga flow so well, Im like a sampling kit
Give a fuck bout who get pissed about by samples and skits
Niggas mad Im remixing their shit
Fuck out of here, nigga, stop being a bitch
I think its time we cut the silence by niggas
Thats talking violent
Speak of silence and give em coffins and violins playin
R&B niggas with Sisqó haircuts, wildin and stylin
They dissing, guess they just tryna go viral, I feel em
This your favorite song, this gon be your favorite song
Except when I say it, its really the peoples favorite song
You a weird diss in a flex R8
I couldve flexed a rari or Wraith, but nigga, I aint
Instead, I bought my house the other day
And flexed in the paint
Real estate, Im property shopping,
Bitches probably watching
Got the Gadget-Go flow, Nobu and So-Ho
Ive been crossed by some nigga
I used to go toe-to-toe for
Blow for blow flow, sick enough to eat a blowfish
G5 jet plane, goldfish eating more fish
Just for the record, I did this shit for the hopeless
Just drove a Rolls through the hood
On the corner where I was homeless
Its Fargo
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