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Tory Lanez Ft. Future – Real Thing Lyrics


(Verse 1: Tory Lanez)
Told her pop that ass for me on a jet ski (On a jet ski)
She said, “I might even lick it if you let me” (If you let me)
You knew I would kill the pu**y when you met me
And that’s why none of mine can regret me
Oh, yeah oh, yeah
Throw the cash up high, it’s all there, yeah
Pop that ass for me on the jet ski
She wanna f**k because the chain, Wayne Gretzky
I would hit it out in public if she let me
I’m tryna f**k her twin sister she gon’ let me
I can make the pu**y squirt, you wanna bet me
Say I hit that the sh*t so good she can’t forget me
I can’t have no bird b*tches disrespect me
When you know I curve b*tches just for sweating me
I be smoking Presidential, gone elect me
All the white girls wanna give me Becky
All the time a ni**a f**k her in a fresh tee
A ni**a mad that I’m sav, tryna threaten me
I be balling, need a espy
That’s your girlfriend, she my bestie
If you sayin’, let’s be honest, girl, then let’s be
I’m tryna see you and little mama on a jet ski

(Chorus: Tory Lanez)
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad b*tches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill, hey

(Verse 2: Future)
F**k her twin sister, now she hate me (Hate hate)
Brrt, brrtt
Please, order up the jet key (Key)
I just changed my number, you can’t call or sext me
Have your location on when you address me
Knock it out the park, Ken Griffey
Ooh, ooh, ooh
All these missed calls was never missed, ohh ohh
And a lot of bad b*tches with no IG
She don’t post, so I know she won’t expose me
I’m gone stamp every country on your ID
They can’t smoke me, you know they tryna find me
When I give that paper to you and it’s crispy
And these Benji Franklin’s stacked up in your birkey
Fell in love with a ni**a drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a ni**a drinking creatine
Fell in love with a ni**a drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a ni**a drinking creatine

(Chorus: Tory Lanez)
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad b*tches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill, hey

(Verse 3: Tory Lanez)
I got a thick, thick, thick, white b*tch
My sh*t lit than a b*tch and I’m rich
Keep a .40 with extendo on the grip
And know I gotta have it on me because my ni**as out here lit
I ain’t even know she was your b*tch, dawg
She been throwing that sh*t at me, Micheal Vick, dawg
Steady quarterbacking at the kick off
No pun intended, I just her with the pick
Step up in the mix, sh*t is lit
I might even stop and pose for a pic
Looking at my ex b*tch and she sick, yeah
She don’t like that I just pulled up with you
f**k it, tell a b*tch to bust it
I ain’t come to t-t-talk, I came to t-t-touch it
She came to s-s-suck me off, then, baby, s-s-suck it
She tryna s-s-send a Snap, but, baby, time to bust it

(Chorus: Tory Lanez)
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad b*tches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill, hey

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Tory Lanez – Real Thing Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Told her pop that ass for me on a jet ski (On a jet ski)
She said, “I might even lick it if you let me” (If you let me)
You knew I would kill the pussy when you met me
And that’s why none of mine can regret me
Oh, yeah oh, yeah
Throw the cash up high, it’s all there, yeah
Pop that ass for me on the jet ski
She wanna fuck because the chain, Wayne Gretzky
I would hit it out in public if she let me
I’m tryna fuck her twin sister she gon’ let me
I can make the pussy squirt, you wanna bet me
Say I hit that the shit so good she can’t forget me
I can’t have no bird bitches disrespect me
When you know I curve bitches just for sweating me
I be smoking Presidential, gone elect me
All the white girls wanna give me Becky
All the time a nigga fuck her in a fresh tee
A nigga mad that I’m sav, tryna threaten me
I be balling, need a espy
That’s your girlfriend, she my bestie
If you sayin’, let’s be honest, girl, then let’s be
I’m tryna see you and little mama on a jet ski

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

[Verse 2: Future]
Fuck her twin sister, now she hate me (Hate hate)
Brrt, brrtt
Please, order up the jet key (Key)
I just changed my number, you can’t call or sext me
Have your location on when you address me
Knock it out the park, Ken Griffey
Ooh, ooh, ooh
All these missed calls was never missed, ohh ohh
And a lot of bad bitches with no IG
She don’t post, so I know she won’t expose me
I’m gone stamp every country on your ID
They can’t smoke me, you know they tryna find me
When I give that paper to you and it’s crispy
And these Benji Franklin’s stacked up in your birkey
Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine
Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
I got a thick, thick, thick, white bitch
My shit lit than a bitch and I’m rich
Keep a .40 with extendo on the grip
And know I gotta have it on me because my niggas out here lit
I ain’t even know she was your bitch, dawg
She been throwing that shit at me, Micheal Vick, dawg
Steady quarterbacking at the kick off
No pun intended, I just her with the pick
Step up in the mix, shit is lit
I might even stop and pose for a pic
Looking at my ex bitch and she sick, yeah
She don’t like that I just pulled up with you
Fuck it, tell a bitch to bust it
I ain’t come to t-t-talk, I came to t-t-touch it
She came to s-s-suck me off, then, baby, s-s-suck it
She tryna s-s-send a Snap, but, baby, time to bust it

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

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2 Chainz – Burglar Bars Lyrics (feat. Monica)

2 CHAINZ
Burglar Bars Lyrics (feat. Monica)

As I met 2 Chainz a few minutes ago, as I gazed into his face,
I felt that I was in the presence of royalty.
There’s a certain power presence that he gives off

I tried to be, everything you want and need

‘Cause you got a deep title don’t mean that you deep
Substance shallow on shit creek, I heard Cole speak
About the bricks, Kendrick got Compton lit
And I’ve been lit ever since I sold nicks
Never fabricated about my fabric, the scale, that’s my apparatus
I give a f**k about the sorriest rappers
This actually happened, path in the back pathogenic
Moved that blow out like we were afrocentric
I had a front row entry, I had the codeine kidney
I made up the Bentiaga truck, you owe me a Bentley
This the rap Ken Griffey, got at least 10 with me
Got at least 10 on me, I’m anti-phony
My girl anti-bony and she get that money
I bought all this shit, don’t go acting anti on me
It’s Mr. Epps in the bank, I give a F what you think
I bought a Tesla today, there’s nothing left in your tank
I did everything except a f**king song with Jay
But I murdered every song I f**king did with Ye
See my verses are better and my subject is realer
See my mom was an addict and my dad was the dealer
And their son is that nigga, I’m no Black activist
I’m a Black millionaire, give you my Black ass to kiss
We used the tree for a fence, I used to land in the trench
Used to dust myself off, then I eat me some shrimp
Coulda did anything, I coulda been me a pimp
I coulda went to the league, I took it straight to the rim
I took it straight to the block, I got Xans in my sock
I got plans for the pot, I got bands, you do not, huh

Yeah, you a miracle.
Right now, if you hear this, you’re a miracle,
I want you to know that.
If you’re able to hear this right now, you are a miracle.
Straight up, no kapp

I’m more Gucci than Vans, give you a Gucci advance
This the chance of your life, you ain’t prepared for your life
See the man without a mic is just a mic gimmick
Anyone, Jordan, Jackson, Tyson, Bivens
Phone number unlisted
Gave her the digits to a number that is long distance
She on the wrong mission and got my palm itching
I had it on me, you can see it in my prom pictures, ugh

I’m telling you, niggas like me fall out the sky.
You don’t just bump into me. I’m a real blessing, bro, nah, for real, bro

You know the times is rough, you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors, so we got burglar bars
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars, Lord, yeah, okay
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars, Lord, Lord

Lord knows
Woke up today, gave thanks
Grateful to see another day, then the storm came
As the night falls, I shed my blood, sweat and tears
Let the rain fall, let it fall, let it fall
One day
Your love will take me right over the stars, Lord knows

That soulful trap music, man.
Yeah, I’m talkin’ ’bout Section 8, I’m talkin’ ’bout the ‘partments.
You stay in the middle, someone stay on top of you, someone stay below you.
What you know about grabbing a broom and shit and hitting upstairs like, “Y’all stop f**king stomping!
Y’all stop walking so mothaf**kin’ hard!”
Then the people downstairs, they doing the same shit to us.
Tru, trill shit