Tory Lanez - My Time to Shine lyrics

(Come in)

Man, fuck that bitch, came back to my senses
Two-tone Chevy, came back to the Benz
S550, that's for Kenny, lil’ bitch
Stop posting these niggas that's dead
If we did it i'm pulling up red cup shawty
Killing my haters
These niggas not dead enough for me
I don’t want your bitch
Lil' shawty ain't slick she don't lick
She don't suck or give head enough for me
I got these big ass rocks
Flew her to the city, fucked me and my mans
She a big-ass thot thick-ass top
Sliding my tip in her
Rich-ass slick-ass mouth
All of my niggas, we bucking
I don't even know the word ducking
Bitch, you got budget, I up it
She wanna fuck, too scary to touch it
Put black in hеr tunnel, I'm Harriet Tubman
Got Maybach to Maybach, I'm balling on niggas
That’s payback to payback on
All of my bitches
I makе them wait for the plate
Bought me a car with a stick
Just to stall it on niggas
Bought me a new FN, shawty came
Bought me a new best friend
Hit ’em both and didn't know
They looked like twins (Ho, holy fuck
I just fucked off her brederen)

Walmart sheets, she wanna fuck in ’em, yeah
Tig ol' bitties, I wanna touch on 'em, yeah
And she got some ass too, damn
Bring it to me
Too much talking when it's lit, bitch
Shut the fuck up

Bitch, get off my dick
Rich young nigga still turnt from the 6
Told y’all I could make a mil'
I'm big youngin money, three, in hundreds
Fuck her, fuck her, once I get the head
It's fuck her
Doing this ten years straight like Mustard
Rose-gold Cuban on the neck, new money
I get a Richard Mille
Nothing less than two hundred
Young dawg keep coming, I see you
Take something from me, get left
Shit, ain't worried now, get stretched
He ain't 'bout war, I'm there
Bankroll on me, no fraud
'Least nine hundred in card
Nigga, all my bitches sell large stuffing
Fuck her

Walmart sheets, she wanna fuck in 'em, yeah
Tig ol' bitties, I wanna touch on 'em, yeah
And she got some ass too, damn
Bring it to me
Too much talking when it's lit, bitch
Shut the fuck up

I don't wanna talk no more
It is my time to shine
Forty million dollar advance, nigga
It is my time to sign
Bitch, get the fuck out of my light
This is my time to shine, man
Shawty keep talking that this and that ya ya
Ya, lil' bitch, my time to shine, man
Niggas in trouble, now they paying me double
Fresh Air Force, couldn't pay me to scuff 'em
Dead Benjamin head sitting in the duffle
When they sent me upstate and I
Was getting in a tussle
Hopping on the PJ, going out to PF
Hopping out to London just to see Steph
Yeah, I know I'm young
But I could fuck you like a DF
Boy, you finna die, you take three steps
I was getting money out the league
Back when Lil P and Lil J and Lil
Fresh was hitting B&E coming out the scene
Blue bill hundreds bitches coming
Out the jeans
Blew it at booby trap, fuck it, I redeem
Got my cash up, yeah
Now a nigga thumbing through the green
Last song, told you that my face wasn't in it
If you caught a nigga cheating
Then fuck what it seem mojo back, bitch, ow
I might bring back Cristal
Might stop telling these niggas my moves
They taking my groove, bitch
How? Give that man back his style
That's my dawg and we still share
Clothes, he can rock my chain
Let me bust that Rollie
One thing we don't argue about bitches
We ain't finna fallout about hoes

Walmart sheets, she wanna fuck in 'em, yeah
Tig ol' bitties, I wanna touch on 'em, yeah
And she got some ass too, damn
Bring it to me
Too much talking when it's lit, bitch
Shut the fuck up