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tory lanez - memories don't die (freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
turn it up a little bit
yeah, uh

[verse 1]
tory lanez got the block on whiplash
the cops on draw quick fast so my sh-t stashed
i keep a big fifth stashed in the whip dash
trip, catch six in a second like quick flash
b-tch p-ss if you ain’t lettin’ the clique smash
i switch tags just so i could let my chicks brag
n-gg-s whole swag ain’t half my chicks bag
no jokes, those’ll get you smoked like quick drag
i click fast and blang your b-tch -ss
brain from your chick in the whip that i just crashed
sound wow like tory puttin’ a thou down
tryna make a b-tch bow down in the chow chows
don’t you know i sing songs with a mink on
and have chicks dripping like the sink in their string thong?
i ding dong ditch b-tches when the fling gone
with a mink on and four fingers that my rings on
quick drawin’ like you don’t know where my d-ck going
like i ain’t been up in your chick dorm since the flip phones
my ice rocky, nice jocky
so much maple leaf money, n-gg-s think i’m playing ice hockey
i’m that fly type, move through the night c-cky
b-tch, i look so good, even the dyk-s watch me
i’m on indictment with a bad lightskin
chain rain so much water they think we ’bout to have lightning
when i spit, n-gg-s think i’m in that lab fightin’
n-gg-s think that i’m left hooking and i’m jab writin’
one thing is, i ain’t in that lab writin’, n-gg- everything is off top
word to my bald spot
i used to have to stash work in my broad spot
cops came, had to stash work in the bra strap
phone calls and my connect is just a call drop
we don’t count down on those, that’s a ball drop
come on akh, pretendin’ y’all n-gg-s on block
twin fives put like ten of y’all n-gg-s on shots
we could do it however y’all n-gg-s wan’ rock
make this sh-t pop like oil in a chrome pot
and it don’t stop
i’m not a picture painter but i will put a n-gg- in his own chalk
i let the .9 spill
i got a ill lil’ shooter out in brownsville down for the wild deal
i’ll feel blessed if n-gg- test and my shooter leave him streched ’til the bones in his spine chill
i’m ill n-gg-, this is not a time drill
i used to serve on the strip and watch seinfield
man, i remember serving on the strip
watching out for cops hoping out suburbans on the strip
working on the strip, chilling with a .30 on my hip
whole team of shooters, bunch of steph curries in my clique
boy, i’m a wild boy, check the style, boy
i’m a real baller, you a towel boy
i’ll put ’em in the future, no elroy
’cause i pop tops like i’m opening some altoids
breath minty and fresh fendi
got a hustler chick down to smuggle bricks through the west indies
i’ll hustle ’til it’s nothing left in me, and the plug hear ’bout me and gotta invest in me
i send semi’s at any n-gg- that’s testin’ me
i’m prayin’ to the lord, he’s the one that been blessing me
but yo, i got a sick set
and my jewels like dipset
and we on cam like dipset
these f-ck n-gg-s say they coming for the kid neck?
give you dog shots like i’m checking in a sick pet
got street ties with the street guys
even if they fly on g5s, they’ll k!ll you for a g5
fifteen hunnid, my fn gunning
my dawg copped twenty birds, and they just keep coming
he sold four and plus he let a sick team run ’em
we ain’t talking ’bout a verse when it’s a sixteen coming (check)
i’m a real n-gg-
i keep a tommy on my body but when you see me, i ain’t wearin’ hilfigher
just a ladder and a roofer that’ll drill n-gg-s
and down to take his charge when he k!ll n-gg-s
look, i’m the hot kid in the school
i pull up to the party and i pop chicks in the pool
hot chicks say i’m hot and my d-ck is a jewel
just let me box with that tw-t, i’ll stick it and move
yo, she like the way my wrist dance
she like the way the wrists on my fist dance
every time a n-gg- switch hands
and my guns and shooters on quickstands
you would thinks the guns designer, they way they come in rip pants
wrist cuts, my wrist slants and i’m in the truck getting jiggy, tryna get up in your chick pants
b-tch dance
it’s four hoes with me, if them four hoes did me, shawty, it won’t be a fifth chance
my whole stretch from south france to brisbane
and they attached to the arms like wrist bands
look, i send ’em up and i’ma send a [?] back if they sent ’em up
my dawg got a twenty on him and a semi tucked
but, i’ve been in so many life or death situations, i just wanna live it up
i dropped it off and i picked it up
and my joels all embiided and i’m feeling all sixered up
i’m in the club tryna find a thick chick to f-ck
man, after all my neck and wrist is all glittered up
b-tches wanna f-ck it up, now they want to lick it up
they man hear about it next day and wan’ get me touched
in a bentley, tints tucked, cuban linked up
big chain on me in case i gotta get you inked up
wrink up, see the wrist roller wrinked up
whole squad looking like we robbed us a brink’s truck
any cat that know lanez know i’m worldwide
i leave you on your sweatshirt like earl died
i’m more wavy than a surfer on a curl tide
and you a b-tch, even lookin’ from your girl’s eyes
i’m a stunna, my wrist done up, my girls got the scar tissue on her t-ts done up
f-cking with her, i’ma have to lift gun up and bang bang ’til the tissue on your hip come up
i’m a all around star player
i’m a lot of y’all father like darth vader
f-ck n-gg-s know i charge for my hard labour
i spent nights in that cold for that hard paper
listen, that’s why i feel i’m the most hot in the place
a lot of n-gg-s saying they hot but they not in the place
and your block? it ain’t hot, man it’s safe
next n-gg- diss tory lanez ’bout to get shot in his face, n-gg-
i hate n-gg-s that lie and move funny
that why keep fly and chill on the cruise money
y’all n-gg-s lose money, y’all n-gg-s just snooze money
just look at my blood, my sh-t is just ooze money
look, i do this for that youngin’ on the corner
that hustle all day though he never had a daughter
he never had a father, he hustle in the corner
i’m telling that he wilding tryna truck the sh-t to florida
but n-gg-s love to hustle, it’s aura
when you come up from the poor, you struggle and you short
you gon’ do it for mother, lost your brother to the force
so you in the only son to keep the loving in the core
every day you ducking strays tryna run in to the store
and you can’t afford a bed, layin’ covers on the floor
and you momma’s stressing and her blood pressure getting lower
and your daughter want that brand new toy
but it’s hard to show her that you broke and can’t afford it
so you on the corner, n-gg-s talking sh-t and the plug, he keep avoidin’ ya
so you wanna hustle and you tryna get your coin up
out there on your own, but sh-t, satan will corner ya
so you wanna own, tryna get your own up
now i’m on my own, i’m just tryna get my own up
had to come through, 54, bought the chrome up
n-gg-s tried to hate, had to bring back the chrome up
i’m on funk flex, ay yo f-ck everybody that said, “f-ck flex”
i don’t care what n-gg-s talk and how they wan’ talk
i’m on my thing and my n-gg-s let them things bark
listen, look, i been this way, i don’t care how the f-ck i’m coming in this way
i’m with my n-gg- ray, my n-gg- uno and my n-gg- gp
n-gg-s come through, i got them b-tches on the cd
they gon’ watch me like we on the dvd
i don’t give a f-ck man, you see me on the tv
and i’m all up in the champs, and i’m all up in adidas
i got all the bad b-tches, more stripes than a zebra
n-gg-s hatin’ on me, ’cause they see me and i’m gettin’-
f-ck around, see me magazine, up all up in the features
xxl ain’t want me on the cover, next year they came around
i f-cked around and dubbed ’em
i don’t give a f-ck, y’all n-gg- know how i be rocking
forty fifth on the block, n-gg-s milly rocking
ciroc poppin’, shout out my n-gg- french
that french vanilla is lit and the sh-t is intense
i had a bad b-tches threesomes last night
it was mad riches, all my n-gg-s savages
i come to the block, above the averages
i don’t give a f-ck, my n-gg-s

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