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tory lanez & hollywood sos - hasty market // toronto lyrics

part i : hasty market

[intro: tory lanez]
real sh+t
hurrr

[verse: tory lanez]
told my indian ting that she was the bomb ’cause she from iraqi (‘raqi)
man you might pull up with gurpreet, navpreet, raj and all of my pakis
all of my work is sold, my crust is good, my pockets happy (hurr)
crodie your bredrin, those not my bredrin, you see him just tell him don’t dap me
baby, let’s do it, the matas, i f+cked her inside the rabbis
please, you thinkin’ he’s winnin’, but don’t know i’m grippin’ his ting in a backaz (backaz)
this one here for bumpas, rudas, all of the tings i slaughter (ah)
crodie, i even f+cked shawty from s’il vous plaît, that’s so many knockoffs
all in vancouver the white tings love us, wallahi, they rippin’ the top off
trust me, the malli dem dead if anything pop off, everything lock off (grrrah)
i’m at the beach, i’m trappin’, i’m f+ckin’ a cyattie once i had my sock off (ah)
just caught my opp, he know he’s just gotta stop thinkin’ you’re low ’cause the dockas (hmm)
no long talk, no long ting (long ting)
never again witht he wrong ting (wrong ting)
just pick up the plate, no basil in fam, you know how it get [?]
come with the sword, i’m bringin’ the bogie, you know what i’m dealin’ with
fam, ziplock zip, compressin’ the bag and crodie concealin’ it
shorty put crushed up grabba inside of the fronto, what you dealin’ with? (hahaha)
next time kush man come ’round, that’s a reminder, you’re never bailin’ it
yo, cro’
broskis out here k!llin’ it
all of my ice on and i know you ain’t cool, i watch who i’m chillin’ with
[outro: tory lanez]
i spent all night
i spent all d+mn night
trappin’ out of hasty, sh+t is gettin’ shaky
why they wanna bake me?
mandem wanna scr+pe me
sh+t been gettin’ shady, yeah (shady)
n+ggas gwannin’ with this beef, it’s gon’ be two things goin’ off
and that’s my glock and its safety (safety, yeah)
don’t play with your safety, safety, safety

part ii : toronto

[intro: tory lanez]
find yourself in people’s city
before watchin’ your [?] i know what you’ve done
stay a while
lil’ trip ot, stay a while, you know (if you can)
hahaha, two tools, i’m mashin’ (with folks)
you know? (who will be)
with a tim hortons cup (tomorrow faces)
and just lookin’ at the custy dem like (kickin’ the traces)
what the f+ck cuz? (showin’ you places)
ha, haha (in toronto)
toronto, though, you know? (that’s people’s city)
it’s the people dem city (toronto)
[verse 1: tory lanez]
it’s been a hundred nights, i’m tryna keep this sh+t off safety
i done served at least a hunnid custy, y’all got hasty
shippin’ wider buckets, sellin’ bunches like i’m brady
you can never understand unless you from toronto
you know i’m from the 9, i treat 6ix just like my baby
first time i seen a brick with cliff in that mercedes
first golden grill was jane finch mall, baby
first piece of p+ssy i ever f+cked was in toronto
drug deal made shout out styrofoam players
t for scammin’ had me dashin’ like i’m damon
servin’ collies in my city, watch what you claimin’
shoot outs always happen over crowley, what you sayin’?
oh, what’s gwannin’?
i’m ot in kitchener into the mall, mm+hmm+hmm
how you want it?
i got white, green cauliflower and broccoli, ah, ah

[chorus: tory lanez]
(toronto)
toronto, mixin’ up the lemon in the front door
i’d tell you what’s gwannin’ but you not know
my lil’ dawg they want more, searchin’ for more
toronto (toronto)
it’s gon’ follow wherever i go
i’ll go, i’ll go, for sure
[verse 2: tory lanez]
i saw my first half beat crack before i could even take the go bus
i sat with all them custys, crodie, i ain’t takin’ no cuff
back when i would have to crack a century sam to roll up
we was [?] makin’ money out on squares before the robots
two different cyatties bringin’ work though we broker
mally ting, batty big gwannin’ like she knows
a bowl of white, vanilla ting dem, she like a donut
tequila name brand, a n+gga from [?] bonus
i’m a non+stop trapper, sixteenth floor by the lease
i’m from where they call america the states ain’t got no reason
lil’ n+gga, you better watch, you get your cheese up
and your bread ’cause n+ggas die dead for a piece of pizza
tomato sauce all over your toppin’, n+gga
shorty’s kinda beat but she got a batty with it
while i’m tryna stop her, n+gga sellin’ habanero
better tuck your burner if they catch you, this ain’t no hot potato

[verse 3: hollywood sos]
yeah
i know a few [?] who would wild out for the fetti
but no more belts, he want a rollie sprite or pepsi
done tuckin’ it up, he turn your tomato to spaghetti
only 5’4″, hold a stick long as remy (toronto)
could go through all the war stories but it’s just too many
just know that most of problems stem from money, greed and envy
down home, n+ggas workin’ tings out the telly
check a little later then he break her out the denny’s
sent a b+tch at him ’cause they knew that they was gc
still up in a he+rs+ but he did it all in pc
make the matters worse is that they knew him since a preteen
mad ’cause his missus f+ck a n+gga in the g league
met a sugar daddy, he’s told her he can change her addy
took her to miami, got her new br++sts and batty
bought her pair of pleasers then she changed her name to candy
now she study flexin’, doin’ extras down at zanzi
tryna win though, sh+t is grim, we dream but never sleepin’
so much harder when there’s barely nothin’ to believe in
from the city where we never worry ’bout a pop out
this really ain’t a problem ’til you hear a n+gga drop out (toronto)
can

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