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tory lanez - lick x drive you crazy lyrics

lick:

[intro]
yeah, uh

[verse]
look, bustin’ out the lick and now i got it b-tch im re’d up
i will never run off for the plug that got me keyed up
bankin’ , it’s so many franklins in my sh-t, you think a n-gg- know aretha
(yeah, uh)
bustin’ out the lick and now i got it b-tch im re’d up

drive you crazy:

[intro]
i’ma, i’ma go easy on you n-gg-s
i’ma go easy

[verse 1]
i’m lyin’, really comin’ for these n-gg-s this time
it’s a full-time job tryna keep ’em in line
yeah the full court pressure, givin’ n-gg-s the stretcher
i could kill your whole team combined, who want pressure?
more than a n-gg- that’s ballin’, i need a espy
more than a miami papi that’s on a jetski
ice on wayne, whole chain on gretzki
when i start winnin’, don’t you rap n-gg-s text me
grinnin’ at the view of your corpses in a fortress
’bout to make forbes list, everythin’ is gorgeous
indoor b-ball courts lit where the floor sit
still runnin’ sh-t like faucettes in an orphanage
blog n-gg-s gettin’ they core clicks off of wh-r- sh-t
rap n-gg-s all at they peak, i got the door slit
on star island, cigar smilin’
drive a couple miles south hit the beach, b-tches start wildin’
i done came from the cop car sirens, block ball violence
bunch of lil n-gg-s stealing hot cars wildin’
tops chopped off ’til the cops start wildin’ and the cop cars find us
must you remind us, wintertime climates
slicket set of “set up” b-tches that try to line us
i have no infatuation with n-gg-s
only made the money c-m im masturbatin’ the digits
matter fact i’m on tour inflatuatin’ the figures
used to be in low income, now see the show, income
sh-t would make you sick, meanin’ of a gross income
i deserve every dollar here and then some
and i pray i never dress like y’all
only bird on my shirt is when i press that raw
it’s umbrellas on my sweater for b-tches thats under weather
blowin’ kisses at the cheddar when i test that jaw
i, never lose, never snooze, crackin’ crystal sippin
yaught pimpin’ on another cruise
foreign model from another n-gg-s pedestals
on the top, clock tickin’ on you other dudes
think i’m typin’ in a site with all these w’s
only watchin out for doe and n-gg-s busting moves
my drive crazy, i-80 in a lamborghini screamin’ “rock-a-bye-baby”
bad b-tch just touched down, she tom brady
me i’m tom ford, there’s more to the concord
i been in the jungle, n-gg-, broke and on my last
you was on the feet, n-gg-, i was on my -ss
you was in the sheets, n-gg-, i was on the ave
you was in the cl-ss n-gg-, i was on the dash
hustlin’ in corner, swearin’ i was a goner
welcome to the usa, i was a foreigner
fame was a beautiful b-tch, so i joined her
came now i’m lookin’ for chips, get the coin up
i remained, all summer all fall
still gettin’ money when the wheels fall off
real -ss n-gg- even when it’s called off
real -ss n-gg- even when it’s called off, my n-gg-

- tory lanez lyrics

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