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[Intro Tory Lanez]
You know I know ya’ll American niggas got all your high cities and states that you rep my nigga
But I got a whole country on my back my G
Canada all the way to the death
TL let’s go my nigga what
[Verse 1]
I’m stunning got a bitch cumming
Whip doors peel like a mothafuckin onion
Know a nigga higher than the whole Grand Canyon
Break a tree down like my name Paul Bunyon
Rude broad with me gotta try new things
Lil nigga fly like I tried two wings
Playground pussy try to ride new springs
And I made her sit on it like my new swing(Ha ah)
Do that, bitch nigga you that
I be getting brain, you be tryna pursue that
That my old book and you be tryna renew that
Fuck nigga who that, know it ain’t me though
Looking for a husband you know it ain’t me ho
Tryna get the green but no it ain’t Cee-Lo
Stunting is a habit
Diamond carrot like a rabbit
Niggas and these bitches ratchet
Got your bitch inside my basket
Man I’m a fucking G, a mothafuckin G
You can be the one I’m fucking but you still can fuck with me
My life A plus and my chicks a double D
And I’m reppin SLS til the death, nigga we be
Stuntin in the mall
Tints on the back from the front a nigga bald
Bitch on my back I’m a beast I’m a dawg, fuckin warthog
This a feast, this a ball, let a nigga ride
This that east side west end shit niggas crave on
Let a nigga guap raise on til the day gone
Niggas at the top better have they game face on
I be at the hot spot swave with the lace on
Let a nigga be tho
Everything big from the dick to the ego
8 niggas tryna send shots, reload
Homie you can have her, I don’t touch stee hoes
[Verse 2]
Skeet skeet skeet
Niggas cheat cheat cheat
And I’m moving these hoes like beep
Money so long man this a nice streak
Waiter in a thong tell her bring the iced tea
Talk on the road is that your wifey
Talk on the road is that she like me
Nice got that Cocoa like they Ice-T
How you fucking niggas tryna be they wifey
Bust that pussy open like a bad one
Send them hoes home when the cab come
Tell them stupid niggas take a nap son
Ya’ll ain’t shootin to kill, half done
Baby say I’m better than the average
Claiming she’ll be better than my last bitch
I told her you can’t be my fuckin lady
Cause right now I’m fucking swavey
[Outro]
I’m fucking swavey nigga
I’m so swavey that your bitch wanna date me
And I’m lookin like a lazy motherfucker on my couch
Bitches like ouch, come and get a nigga cheese like a mouse
Bitches on my dick and I’m all in they house
All in your fridge cause I need a sandwich
Back to the neverland ranch back again
With a tuna sandwich
And I ain’t talking money like who the man is
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