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tory lanez – august 19th lyrics

[intro]
turn me, turn the, turn the beat down a little bit
now i’m not just sayin’ that sh-t for the intro
yeah, i sound good
fix the pre-
i’m sippin’ on jupiña and patron n-gg-
somesh-t like that
uh, yeah

[verse]
yeah i swear i’m feelin’ like my greatest ever
n-gg-s like a cuban link the way we stay together
shoutout all my ex’s y’all just made me better
i had a couple of your friends rock my favorite sweaters
strip club or sun and rain the way we change the weather
we ain’t pay together
i feel like i got mai tai’s the way i made forever
f-ck them b-tches
they ain’t gotta run no numbers my n-gg- so up in digits
we the paid dogs, made money, made sauce
n-gg-s got a feelin’ n-gg- not a single day off, nah
supposed to attend the juno’s but i’m out with uno
said f-ck story, cut a track with rory
they want me up in liv, this sh-t like 50 bands
they got the money but f-ck ’em dog if they can’t afford me
out in europe on tour, b-tches can’t ignore me
ain’t gotta send no video to my phone
them b-tches out there would gram it for me
it’s so crazy
i done came from beggin’ n-gg-s for jays to sellin’ out all my shows like i’m hov, jay z
my flow so pimp like ho pay me
i’ve been ballin’ out these shows
gettin’ money all day, stylin’ on these hoes
feelin’ like i’m in new orleans and hoes look at me like mr. carter at the ‘grove
trap star killin’ sh-t, slaughter at the stove
miss me with the bullsh-t, i started like i’m rose
p-ssin’ off fathers got they daughters at the shows
set the standards high so i went and copped the rolls
went and copped the wraith when i shoulda bought the ghost
and tice just walked in man, he hot up off the stove
killin’ radio, i guess that sh-t we got in common
a 150k in a week, f-ck a comment
no blog can stop me, no dog can stop me
menace to society, old dogs beside me
check ’em he might pull out, woah dog he’s grimy
i was in the hall sellin’ dog-dog in real life
jump shot ugly but i ball dog in real life
i give the game insight to my trill life
then i pick and roll this sh-t like a give and go
james brown, mixtape, alb-m, i give ’em soul
plan to go diamond while a n-gg- give ’em gold
sh-t is gettin’ realer and my n-gg-s gettin’ triller
at the bet like how they give my sh-t to tiller
i mean that’s my n-gg- but i came up from the skrilla
and i want that sh-t the hardest, every artist gotta feel, tho
(how you like that babe?)
my flow is like (?) in vanilla
have ’em all shook, give ’em parkinsons and kill ya
i’m movin’ like marcy and matilda
flow so cold, they could do it n-gg-, sly me
screw face capital n-gg-, we from the grimy
shooters dej loaf, they don’t let a n-gg- try me
stretchin’ a brick
b-tches they connected to my d-ck
i swear you woulda had to call ’em hoes siamese
at hong shing n-gg-s cookin’ with the chinese
hood b-tch from brooklyn, had her lookin’ like a dime piece
camp david sessions got me goin’ in with johann
ex conversations n-gg-, i ain’t tryna prolong
my flow so strong, n-gg- the dough so long
shooters that come with all the machines like voltron
n-gg-s faker than the sh-t that got sold on
and they gettin’ jealous the flow is just so embellished
n-gg-s got it switched like somehow we made each other
xxl p-ssed, somehow i ain’t take they cover
so they writin’ blog sh-t, taunt me and say i’m wrong
like d-mn, vanessa, dog, i thought we was f-ckin’ dogs
when i was f-ckin’ off these n-gg-s was uninvolved
they hate they gotta blog me, they hate that i come in charge
(how you like that babe?)
i got problems that i gotta come resolve
till them p-ssy n-gg-s check me i’ll be stuntin’ with my dogs
w-ssup
[outro]
they not gon’ like me dog, haha, i told you. but n-gg-s gotta respect me though. we run the city in our jogging pants n-gg-. n-gg- like fargo he keep it cooler than teddy pendergr-ss in a snowstorm sipping milkshake with his throw on n-gg-, haha. jahlil, what up n-gg-? canada!

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