Sway in the Morning - Tory Lanez Freestyle on Sway in the Morning, Pt. 1 (2015) lyrics
[Sway in the Morning - Tory Lanez Freestyle on Sway in the Morning, Pt. 1 2015 lyrics]
Yeah, uh, yeah
Keep talkin', females, keep talkin' me
I just keep a bitch cut, meat market, please
Say freeze like fuck it, I'm defrostin', pap
I gets green like Jack and the Beanstalk
And I do them hoes stone cold, Steve Austin
If you talkin' 'bout money
Don't be bluff or cheap talkin'
My team often tell me that we flossin'
Off in G4s, just tell 'em send reinforcements
Got crazy divas in my ish
And my car strapped like it's
Baby seaters in the whip
I don't play nine days
Bitches treatin' for a trick
Keep it money over bitches
Won't repeat it for a chick
Yes, fresh all-white Adidas in the whip
And if you're talkin' 'bout weed
Then Orangina is my shit
A couple grand for my feature is a bitch
I'd hate to be you but you
Would love to be this
Peep this G shit, T Lanez, G shit
I bring the wave to them haters
Make them haters seasick
All the diamonds legit, all vagina we pick
With your girl in my
Livin' room playin' WiiFit
Get popped like three fit's then
Shot like three flicks
And my kicks Asian like Kimora Lee's tit's
Yes tell the waiter she can order me this
We's rich, we don't even act accordingly
It's the Mr nigga-Pick-Out-Your-Arteries
Bitch
I wish a nigga would try to slaughter me
Follow me, Twitter, bitch
If you ain't got a girl, get a bitch
Make the bitch make you rich
Sorta like that player shit
'Cause nowadays bitches only wanna
Play the pimp they get major, get paper
Then they play the pimp
That's why I slide by, I be like
"Fuck a bitch"
After I fuck a bitch, I be like
"Fuck the bitch"
I run game, no cutter glitch, somethin' rich
Not tryna fuck
I'm tryna get head from your chick
And real talkin'
I don't do it for the people
Ride through it like Knievel, Swine Flu
You need a needle
Car doors writin' suicide notes to the people
I ain't trippin' off the eagle
My juice like a beetle
Uh, beat it like I beat the pussy
Here's the heater, nigga
Eat it like you eat the pussy
And y'all yappin'
Y'all never brought the heaters to me
So long nappin' if they never
Brought the sleeper to me
They like, "Aw man
Tory Lanez be that Tarzan"
Pay him four grand
Leave him laid up in a far land
Tory garage like a farm, baby, all Lambs
With no mirage, all menage, baby, all 'em
With no Nicki, nigga, bitches rollin' with me
So much grands in my pants that
My pants can't fit me
I dance quickly, baddest bitches can't get me
Now these hoes payin' me to even
Let 'em stand with me damn it pans out
Like highlighters I stand out
Boom, like retirement homes, I
Bring them grams out, uh
And this is just a verse
Of what the man's 'bout so keep talkin'
Boy this whole shit's planned out
Yes, I'm ridin' on 'em like a G2
Plus I'm the shit, baby, mothafuckin' PU
I'm on my PQs, carats look pre-juiced
Gon' and grab your chick and do
The grown shit we do
Yes, I know these niggas 'bout to act scary
TO nigga
Only spittin' without the BlackBerry
My niggas ballin', niggas
They never stallin'
I'm Mike Jordan with a Rawlings or a Spalding
All day, nigga, yeah, Kanye, nigga
'Bout to kill every nigga that was on Sway
Nigga look, I'm ballin' all day, nigga
Said to my nigga Pain niggas in this shit
They know I'ma get 'em entertained
I'ma get this shit intertwined
And get you in a strain
Niggas gettin' pissed but they know
I gotta get 'em drained
Drained out, same game out, same safehouse
Had to bust the trap back
Brought it to the safehouse
We was hittin' safe routes when Pain told me
You was gon' get this paper and
I had the same homies
I knew shit was goin' crazy, I
Had the game on him, uh
Niggas don't think it's crazy
Get the thang on 'em look, uh
I'm 'bout to sip up on this ginger ale
These niggas still gettin' shit
They gotta give 'em bail
My nigga Kellz, he up in his cell
We still talkin' like it's Wi-Fi
Up in his cell
I touch down just like it's NFL
Then I'm in the SSL
Then I'm in a shorty named Vanessa Sail
I'm pullin' off the SLS sippin' VSOP
They get me stressin'
Yeah I'm callin' up the SODs
Abbreviation talk, bang bang, hate to talk
And we pullin' up in matchin' cars
Because we hate to walk
Keep talkin', females, keep talkin' me
I just keep a bitch cut, meat market, please
Say freeze like fuck it, I'm defrostin', pap
I gets green like Jack and the Beanstalk
And I do them hoes stone cold, Steve Austin
If you talkin' 'bout money
Don't be bluff or cheap talkin'
My team often tell me that we flossin'
Off in G4s, just tell 'em send reinforcements
Got crazy divas in my ish
And my car strapped like it's
Baby seaters in the whip
I don't play nine days
Bitches treatin' for a trick
Keep it money over bitches
Won't repeat it for a chick
Yes, fresh all-white Adidas in the whip
And if you're talkin' 'bout weed
Then Orangina is my shit
A couple grand for my feature is a bitch
I'd hate to be you but you
Would love to be this
Peep this G shit, T Lanez, G shit
I bring the wave to them haters
Make them haters seasick
All the diamonds legit, all vagina we pick
With your girl in my
Livin' room playin' WiiFit
Get popped like three fit's then
Shot like three flicks
And my kicks Asian like Kimora Lee's tit's
Yes tell the waiter she can order me this
We's rich, we don't even act accordingly
It's the Mr nigga-Pick-Out-Your-Arteries
Bitch
I wish a nigga would try to slaughter me
Follow me, Twitter, bitch
If you ain't got a girl, get a bitch
Make the bitch make you rich
Sorta like that player shit
'Cause nowadays bitches only wanna
Play the pimp they get major, get paper
Then they play the pimp
That's why I slide by, I be like
"Fuck a bitch"
After I fuck a bitch, I be like
"Fuck the bitch"
I run game, no cutter glitch, somethin' rich
Not tryna fuck
I'm tryna get head from your chick
And real talkin'
I don't do it for the people
Ride through it like Knievel, Swine Flu
You need a needle
Car doors writin' suicide notes to the people
I ain't trippin' off the eagle
My juice like a beetle
Uh, beat it like I beat the pussy
Here's the heater, nigga
Eat it like you eat the pussy
And y'all yappin'
Y'all never brought the heaters to me
So long nappin' if they never
Brought the sleeper to me
They like, "Aw man
Tory Lanez be that Tarzan"
Pay him four grand
Leave him laid up in a far land
Tory garage like a farm, baby, all Lambs
With no mirage, all menage, baby, all 'em
With no Nicki, nigga, bitches rollin' with me
So much grands in my pants that
My pants can't fit me
I dance quickly, baddest bitches can't get me
Now these hoes payin' me to even
Let 'em stand with me damn it pans out
Like highlighters I stand out
Boom, like retirement homes, I
Bring them grams out, uh
And this is just a verse
Of what the man's 'bout so keep talkin'
Boy this whole shit's planned out
Yes, I'm ridin' on 'em like a G2
Plus I'm the shit, baby, mothafuckin' PU
I'm on my PQs, carats look pre-juiced
Gon' and grab your chick and do
The grown shit we do
Yes, I know these niggas 'bout to act scary
TO nigga
Only spittin' without the BlackBerry
My niggas ballin', niggas
They never stallin'
I'm Mike Jordan with a Rawlings or a Spalding
All day, nigga, yeah, Kanye, nigga
'Bout to kill every nigga that was on Sway
Nigga look, I'm ballin' all day, nigga
Said to my nigga Pain niggas in this shit
They know I'ma get 'em entertained
I'ma get this shit intertwined
And get you in a strain
Niggas gettin' pissed but they know
I gotta get 'em drained
Drained out, same game out, same safehouse
Had to bust the trap back
Brought it to the safehouse
We was hittin' safe routes when Pain told me
You was gon' get this paper and
I had the same homies
I knew shit was goin' crazy, I
Had the game on him, uh
Niggas don't think it's crazy
Get the thang on 'em look, uh
I'm 'bout to sip up on this ginger ale
These niggas still gettin' shit
They gotta give 'em bail
My nigga Kellz, he up in his cell
We still talkin' like it's Wi-Fi
Up in his cell
I touch down just like it's NFL
Then I'm in the SSL
Then I'm in a shorty named Vanessa Sail
I'm pullin' off the SLS sippin' VSOP
They get me stressin'
Yeah I'm callin' up the SODs
Abbreviation talk, bang bang, hate to talk
And we pullin' up in matchin' cars
Because we hate to walk