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tory lanez - ambitionz az a ridah freestyle lyrics

[verse]
yeah, yeah
keep talkin’, females, keep talkin’ me
i just keep a b-tch cut, meat market, please
say freeze like f-ck it, i’m defrostin’, pap
i gets green like jack and the beanstalk
and i do them hoes stone cold, steve austin
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, then you bluff or cheap talkin’
my team often tell me that we flossin’
off in g4s, just, yeah, send reinforcements
got crazy divas in my ish
and my car strapped like it’s baby seaters in the whip
i don’t play nowadays, b-tches treatin’ for a trick
keep it money over b-tches, won’t repeat it for a chick
yes, fresh all-white adidas in the whip
and if you’re talkin’ ’bout weed then orangina is my sh-t
a couple grand for a feature is a b-tch
i’d hate to be you but you would love to be this
peep this g sh-t, t lanez, g sh-t
i bring the wave to them haters, make them haters seasick
all the diamonds legit, all v-g-n- we pick
with your girl in my livin’ room playin’ wiifit
get popped like three zits then shot like three flicks
and my kicks asian like kimora lee’s t-ts, yeah
tell the waiter she can order me this
we’s rich, we don’t even act accordingly
it’s the mr. n-gg–pick-out-your-arteries, b-tch
i wish a n-gg- would try to slaughter me
follow me, twitter b-tch
if you ain’t got it, girl, get it, b-tch
make the b-tch make you rich, sorta like that player sh-t
’cause nowadays women only wanna play a pimp
they get the major, get paper, then play the pimp
that’s why fly by, i be like, “f-ck a b-tch”
after i f-ck the b-tch, i be like, “f-ck the b-tch”
i run game, no cutter glitch, somethin’ rich
not tryna f-ck, i’m tryna get head from your chick
and real talkin’, i don’t do it for the people
fly through it i’m knievel, swine flu, you need a needle
car doors writin’ suicide letters to the people
i ain’t cool wit’ the eagle, my juice call me beetle
uh, beat it like i beat the p-ssy
here’s the heater, n-gg-, eat it like you eat the p-ssy
and y’all yappin’, y’all never brought a heater to me
so long nappin’ if they never brought the sleeper to me
they like, “aw man, tory lanez be that tarzan”
pay him four grand, leave him laid up in a far land
tory garage like a farm, baby, all lambs
with no mirage, all menage, baby, all them
with no nicki, n-gg-, b-tches rollin’ with me
so much grands in my pants that my pants can’t fit me
so dance with me, i’m the black lance ricky
’cause i’m somewhere out in houston, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout whitney
i jam swiftly, baddest b-tches can’t get me
now these hoes payin’ me to even let them stand with me
d-mn it pans out, like highlighters i stand out
boom, like retirement homes, i bring them grams out
and this is just a verse of what the man’s ’bout
so keep talkin’, boy the whole sh-t’s planned out
yup, i ride on ’em like a g2
plus, i’m the smellin’ like the sh-t, baby p.u
i’m on my p.q.s, karats look pre-juiced
grab your chick, yeah, and do the grown sh-t we do
yeah, see i’m up ready from the zone, b-tch
so, pay me and get murdered on yo’ own sh-t, n-gg-
got your b-tch in my knapsack

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