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tory lanez – benevolent lyrics


part 1

hey, you’re watching one umbrella tv
lil f–kers, f–kers tryna f–k with me earlier
pull up, pull up
oh f–k
yo come here cuzzy, wah gwaan?

look, first off he was tellin’ p-ssy n-gg-s, story up
i was trappin’ out in brampton, whole high school year, courted up
man, h-town in the bando’s all boarded up, still know it’s us
had a benz coupe at 17, now it’s rolls royce when i’m rollin’ up
i hit the beach for a brief day, south beach on a leaf case
cash all in it and a n-gg- bring that sh-t to each state
talkin’ miami to the peach state, ah
diddy to them b-tches, sent them out for cheesecake, ah
in a mission when i sent them n-gg-s on a death wish for a piece day
got a rollie, audemars piguet, n-gg-, pete sakes
now it’s richard milles on the wrist, that’s ’round half-a-mill for a clean face, ah
brick walls in a log house ’cause they put a n-gg- in a dog house
some soul with it, i be still in it, if i logged out, man
last night brought twin b-tches to the twin tellies off of twin celly
had him lookin’ like straight meek nelly in the strip deli
i still feel i seen it all, so sh-t n-gg-s tell me ain’t sh-t to tell me
i be in it for a long time, n-gg-s still p-ss, homie, ain’t sh-t could feel me, ah
uh, pablo, my chick tata, nice br–sts with the high thighs
like kfc, only thing missin’ was the hot fries
and the cold c-ke, mink warm but it’s the cold coat
brown skin on a black woman, only time i’m f–kin’ with the cocos
lil mama get stupider, say she want all of me, that’s a kowal me, what i’ma do with her?
my baby ma’s so f–kin’ lit, man, i wish there was two of her
i just put it in a new bmw ’cause the lamborghini that i just copped not for the two of us
don’t get it twisted, if she come on tour then i gotta cop ma her own tour bus
back and forth on the road so much, i don’t get to go home much
ah, ah, lot of sh-t glowed up, wrist lit, sh-t froze up
and we just gettin’ to the, ah

part 2

so incredible, baby
this that type sh-t you just, you drop the wig on the donk
look in the skies, say, “god’s great”

fell asleep in first cl-ss and woke in dubai
club whites, sparklers, lookin’ like fourth of july
instagram story clickin’, tryna save the moment
s-xy woman sell the p-ssy but we ain’t condone it
i woke up in the hospital at 2pm
abu dhabi club party, try do me in
paramedic talkin’, tell me in the ambulance
i could barely hear this n-gg-, just the ambiance
plain face richard mille on my wrist
last year i didn’t even know that sh-t exists
ed sheeran, put me on every watch, then i roll around
4 years ago, we were talkin’ pateks, it’s over now
shout out my n-gg- ed, deserve the greatest due
look at the rollie like i’m in love with the shape of you
brown face presidential, obama, top floor of the trump, like i got no honour
i never said it though i kinda said it
i’m cruisin’ through new york in a 911
used to f–k julie ’round 9:11
fly n-gg- in the buildin’ like 9/11
35 up at gucci, n-gg-, charlamagne say you stupid, n-gg-
say i look a l, i never miss a win, big bank, next day, did that sh-t again
uh, screamin’, “god’s great”, made another mill, sayin’, “god’s grace”
the donk lookin’ like a drop wraith
copped the car cash, n-gg-, for the cop face
uh, legit, baby, we always wanted to be it, baby
sh-t, well this is it, baby, uh, fargo, this is it, baby