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lirik lagu tory lanez - for real

[intro]
straight facts, n-gg-
come through sippin’ apple juice out ya pyrex n-gg-
f-ck wrong wit’ chu
i got like 20 some-odd pounds comin’ from
nevermind

[hook]
i pull up in foreigns like this sh-t for real
pull out like jeff gordon, f-ck how n-gg-s feel
new givenchy gold, like i’m sellin’ blow
work up on the scale, just came off the boat
forreal, n-gg- for real
forreal, n-gg- for real
forreal, n-gg- for real
i just flew in from europe with 200 pounds

[verse 1: tory lanez]
look, i drop bands on the low
i got bands on them hoes
i drop ten on a foe
og strains on my door
og strains on my woe
whipping the 7 to get it popping
all of my n-gg-s is with the brick
and got a b-tch on the batter like betty crocker
whipping the 7, and baby
and i’m fly like a pelican baby
and i’m pouring the o in da 4
and i’m sipping this sh-t, it’s so delicate baby
i’m so rich i don’t sell this sh-t, baby
i f-ck hoes in chanel and sh-t, baby
from the first night she ain’t wanna f-ck
but i had to finesse to this sh-t baby
and my n-gg-s gon’ get to the decimal
i lay back and then wait like a criminal
come direct, we dont need the subliminal
got some florida shooters, they some seminoles
i got b-tches to pop at the [?]
n-gg-s with bricks out the boatload
50 deep and they like, oh no
f-ck it, i do this sh-t solo n-gg-
(oh, my)

[verse 2: tory lanez]
i got fours on top
i put fours on five
whippin’ the o’s on top
dippin’ the sauce ’til i drop
dippin’ the [?] whip a pill
i give a f-ck ’bout how n-gg-s feel
i’m so real i could f-ck a fake b-tch
fake -ss, fake t-ts, ’til that sh-t is real n-gg-
whip the exotic on biscayne
we done moved up, sh-t changed
550 when i switch lanes
950 for some ripped jeans
going dirty but my d-ck clean
gun dirty but the whip clean
20 thousand on a n-gg- neck
just to walk around to hear that sh-t clank
(tell you what, can we hear something from the alb-m)
man, lets talk this new toronto n-gg-
i can say i’m new toronto, n-gg-
talent for talent, you small fry
no, i don’t do mcdonald’s n-gg-
n-gg-s see me in the new givenchy
flexing with my n-gg- bleu davinci
free my n-gg- pete out the pen
pressure coming, let this sh-t begin

[verse 3]
pressure
my n-gg- kellz said give ’em that pressure
n-gg-, we bringing that pressure
came for the [?] not the lesson
all of us came out of depression
just to reunite and flexin’
one umbrella f-cking mob, n-gg-
homeless kid, i used to rob n-gg-s
stressing had me in a deep depression
givin’ n-gg-s pressure, on the job n-gg-
i would sell that dope to anybody
anybody tried to ball with ya
times were so hard on the boulevard
you needed someone to grind with ya
but it was no one to grind with ya
no one’s life was on the line with ya
no one was with ya at the eighteen market, four o’clock, in sat-rday mornings
trying to split the dimes with ya, lord
whippin’ the soda, you know that i’m gone
(just give ’em that pressure, just give ’em that pressure)
whippin’ the soda inside of the kitchen, baking soda
yolo, whippin’, n-gg-s know we got it going
get it my n-gg-, that’s pressure

[outro]
don’t give ’em that pressure, don’t give ’em that pressure
they want that pressure, know they want that pressure
don’t give ’em that pressure, don’t give ’em that pressure
easy fargo
don’t give ’em that pressure, don’t give ’em that pressure, no

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