City Boy Summer
He's a sweet soul brother
Hahaha, uh
Yeah
Lil' Tory, uh
Yeah
I think they know what the fuck it is, nigga
I touched down in H-Town
Put my feet down like it's lava on the ground, baby
Yeah
First thing I'ma do, I'ma call my nigga Junior up
AKA call your jeweler 'cause you never got a Cuban tucked, I swear, haha
Rap a lot, you know what it is, we goin' to peep tens at the afterspot, that's how I rock, baby
Big One Umbrella shit, proud to have yellow mixed, nigga, you know how I get down, yeah
We literally outside too, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
If you lookin' for me, I'm sayin' like 601 motherfucker, Richmond Ave, nigga
That's, that's where I'm at nigga
Ha, uh
Had to check me a hoe comin' down
Bail out money, I got my dawg off the ground
I might've sold brown but I sippin' on Doja
Fly city nigga, I'm a motherfuckin' soldier
I fucked a hoe then I left on her skis
Get her on cheese, I still ice packed her knees
'Cause that pussy bloody like it's set trippin'
The way it's wet and grippin', walkin' out her leg limpin'
I got like two hoes doin' tricks and new show
And we need four, tell my nigga Nyce, "Hit two more"
I might hit the Sprite with the ice and move slow
And I might even date a bitch for a month and move on
I'm a young nigga slashin'
Nigga be talkin' down but I be havin' it
The bad lil' bitches that used to diss me, throwin' that ass backwards
My ice chunky
I grew up right beside the junkies
I'm fuckin' that hoe, the pillow in your face, her ass is like a donkey
I be out East, fuck talking 'bout peace, it's 'bout beef
Where I'm from niggas talkin' down, we knockin' out teeth
That's right, I pulled one of your grill
A nigga comin' down in that Cullinan still
I got that screw in my cup and that Pimp C playin'
And your bitch will get fucked if your bitch keep playin'
I'm too ice for her life, what my wrists keep sayin'
Kill that pussy once or twice but I still keep slayin'
And I beat that pussy blue like I'm Tookie
I can't even lie, man, that bitch almost took me
Pro athlete at the sex but I turned her to a rookie
I couldn't stop, turn in Tyson, I kept juggin'
I grizzled on that bitch like Rozay, yeah
Cry 'bout a bitch, why? My dawg I'm more player
I'm in that bitch gut like she got no naval
Say I'm a snack, lil' bitch, eat the whole table
Got this bitch strippin' so I threw some ass on her
So when niggas see her, can't nobody can pass on her
I bought her French tips, them heels and long kickers
Now she a deep curl, Brazilian long incher
And bring me my money
I got two red-headed hoes, two light skins, two dark skins
And two PlayBoy bunnies
I said single y'all divided but together y'all a fleet
I get cash in my seat but my house get no peace
I've been swangin', swervin'
Damn near hit the damn curb when I turned in
They ain't wanna see my Black ass in surburban housin'
Walkin' outside and White folks see him, he sellin' ounces
All of my dawgs need counsellin' and bouncers
Walk in the mall buyin' shit, we can't pronounce yet
I got this cash bitch, somebody please announce it
Just got that ass did, now she can't even bounce, yeah
Diamonds cut you, you can't buy it, don't touch it
Got 30's and clutches, etcetera and then such
Extendo grips and Glock clips and chopsticks
My dawg like a janitor, just hand me the mopstick
Don't call my phone if you on some opp shit
Don't call my phone if you on some sob shit
Don't call my phone here talkin' some hot shit
Don't call my phone, too much, get blocked, bitch
Lemon pepper stepper, tell me how my potato look
Yeah, I look good but not as good as my paper look
I got this Asian bitch, she do me good on the pedicure
Flip-flop slippers, that depend how the weather fall
I'm gone, 55 souls but them hoes know I'm on
I'm hopin' that my nigga Zero get to hear this song
So he can know I did this no wrong
Gettin' them figures, and church to my motherfuckin'
Hahaha, uh
Yeah
Lil' Tory, uh
Yeah
I think they know what the fuck it is, nigga
I touched down in H-Town
Put my feet down like it's lava on the ground, baby
Yeah
First thing I'ma do, I'ma call my nigga Junior up
AKA call your jeweler 'cause you never got a Cuban tucked, I swear, haha
Rap a lot, you know what it is, we goin' to peep tens at the afterspot, that's how I rock, baby
Big One Umbrella shit, proud to have yellow mixed, nigga, you know how I get down, yeah
We literally outside too, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
If you lookin' for me, I'm sayin' like 601 motherfucker, Richmond Ave, nigga
That's, that's where I'm at nigga
Ha, uh
Had to check me a hoe comin' down
Bail out money, I got my dawg off the ground
I might've sold brown but I sippin' on Doja
Fly city nigga, I'm a motherfuckin' soldier
I fucked a hoe then I left on her skis
Get her on cheese, I still ice packed her knees
'Cause that pussy bloody like it's set trippin'
The way it's wet and grippin', walkin' out her leg limpin'
I got like two hoes doin' tricks and new show
And we need four, tell my nigga Nyce, "Hit two more"
I might hit the Sprite with the ice and move slow
And I might even date a bitch for a month and move on
I'm a young nigga slashin'
Nigga be talkin' down but I be havin' it
The bad lil' bitches that used to diss me, throwin' that ass backwards
My ice chunky
I grew up right beside the junkies
I'm fuckin' that hoe, the pillow in your face, her ass is like a donkey
I be out East, fuck talking 'bout peace, it's 'bout beef
Where I'm from niggas talkin' down, we knockin' out teeth
That's right, I pulled one of your grill
A nigga comin' down in that Cullinan still
I got that screw in my cup and that Pimp C playin'
And your bitch will get fucked if your bitch keep playin'
I'm too ice for her life, what my wrists keep sayin'
Kill that pussy once or twice but I still keep slayin'
And I beat that pussy blue like I'm Tookie
I can't even lie, man, that bitch almost took me
Pro athlete at the sex but I turned her to a rookie
I couldn't stop, turn in Tyson, I kept juggin'
I grizzled on that bitch like Rozay, yeah
Cry 'bout a bitch, why? My dawg I'm more player
I'm in that bitch gut like she got no naval
Say I'm a snack, lil' bitch, eat the whole table
Got this bitch strippin' so I threw some ass on her
So when niggas see her, can't nobody can pass on her
I bought her French tips, them heels and long kickers
Now she a deep curl, Brazilian long incher
And bring me my money
I got two red-headed hoes, two light skins, two dark skins
And two PlayBoy bunnies
I said single y'all divided but together y'all a fleet
I get cash in my seat but my house get no peace
I've been swangin', swervin'
Damn near hit the damn curb when I turned in
They ain't wanna see my Black ass in surburban housin'
Walkin' outside and White folks see him, he sellin' ounces
All of my dawgs need counsellin' and bouncers
Walk in the mall buyin' shit, we can't pronounce yet
I got this cash bitch, somebody please announce it
Just got that ass did, now she can't even bounce, yeah
Diamonds cut you, you can't buy it, don't touch it
Got 30's and clutches, etcetera and then such
Extendo grips and Glock clips and chopsticks
My dawg like a janitor, just hand me the mopstick
Don't call my phone if you on some opp shit
Don't call my phone if you on some sob shit
Don't call my phone here talkin' some hot shit
Don't call my phone, too much, get blocked, bitch
Lemon pepper stepper, tell me how my potato look
Yeah, I look good but not as good as my paper look
I got this Asian bitch, she do me good on the pedicure
Flip-flop slippers, that depend how the weather fall
I'm gone, 55 souls but them hoes know I'm on
I'm hopin' that my nigga Zero get to hear this song
So he can know I did this no wrong
Gettin' them figures, and church to my motherfuckin'
Credits
Writer(s): Tory Lanez
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Altri album
- Topless in Miami (Lost Tapes 2016) - Single
- Time Away (Lost Tapes 2019) - Single
- Time (Lost Tapes 2016) - Single
- Look No Further (Lost Tapes 2016) - Single
- Eediot Bwoy (Lost Tapes 2020) - Single
- TOCA (Lost Tapes 2017) - Single
- Tommie’s Interlude (Lost Tapes 2019) - Single
- Basement (Prison Tapes) - Single
- Appellate Court Freestyle (feat. AWOL$) [Prison Tapes] - Single
- 580 Benz (Prison Tapes) [feat. HollywoodSos] - Single
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.