Tory Lanez - August 19th lyrics

Turn me, turn the
Turn the beat down a little bit
Now I'm not just sayin' that
Shit just for the intro
Yeah, yeah, I sound good fix the pre, yeah
I'm sippin' on Jupiña and Patron, nigga
Some shit like that, you know uh, yeah

Yeah, I swear I'm feelin'
Like my greatest ever
Niggas like a cuban link the
Way we stay together shout out all my exes
Y'all just made me better
I had a couple of your
Friends rock my favorite sweaters
Strip club or sun and rain the
Way we change the weather
We ain't pay together
I feel like I got mob ties
The way I made forever fuck them bitches
They ain't gotta run no numbers my nigga


So up in digit's
We done paid dogs, made money, made sauce
Niggas got a feelin' nigga, not
A single day off, nah
Supposed to attend the Juno's but
I'm out with Uno
Said fuck story, cut a track with Rory
They want me up in Liv
This shit like 50 bands
They got the money but fuck 'em dog
If they can't afford me
Out in Europe on tour
Bitches can't ignore me
Ain't gotta save no video to my phone
Them bitches out there would 'gram it for me
It's so crazy
I done came from beggin' niggas for Js
To sellin' out all my shows like I'm HOV
Jay Z my flow so pimp like hoe, pay me
I've been ballin' out these shows
Gettin' money all day, stylin' on these hoes
Feelin' like I'm in New Orleans and hoes look
At me like Mr carter at the 'Grove
Trap star killin' shit
Slaughter at the stove
Miss me with the bullshit
I started like I'm Rose pissin' off fathers
Got they daughters at the shows
Set the standards high
So I went and copped the Rolls
Went and copped the Wraith when
I shoulda bought the Ghost
And Tice just walked in, man
He hot up off the stove killin' radio
I guess that shit we got in common
A 150k in a week, fuck a comment
No blog can stop me, no dog can stop me
Menace to society, O dog's beside me
Check 'em, he might pull out
Woah dog he's grimy
I was in the hall sellin'
Dog dog in real life
Jump shot ugly but I ball dog in real life
I give the game insight to my trill life
Then I pick and roll this shit
Like a give and go
James Brown, mixtape, album, I give 'em soul
Plan to go diamond while a
Nigga give 'em gold
Shit is gettin' realer and
My niggas gettin' triller at the BET like
"How they give my shit to Tiller?"
I mean that's my nigga but I
Came up from the skrilla
And I want that shit the
Hardest, every artist gotta feel, though
(How you like that, babe?)
My flow is like vargas in vanilla
Have 'em all shook
Give 'em Parkinsons and kill ya
(How you like that, babe?)
I'm movin' like Marcy and Matilda
Flow so cold, they could do it nigga, sly me
Screw face, capital nigga, we from the grimy
Shooters Dej Loaf
They don't let a nigga try me
Stretchin' a brick
Bitches they connected to my dick
I swear you woulda had to
Call 'em hoes siamese
At Hong Shing niggas cookin' with the Chinese
Hood bitch from Brooklyn
Had her lookin' like a dime piece
Camp David sessions got me
Goin' in with Johann
Ex conversations nigga, I ain't tryna prolong
My flow so strong, nigga, the dough so long
Shooters that come with all
The machines like Voltron
Niggas faker than the shit that got sold on
And they gettin' jealous
The flow is just so embellished
Niggas got it switched like somehow
We made each other
XXL pissed, somehow I ain't take they cover
So they writin' blog shit
Taunt me and say I'm wrong
Like damn, Vanessa, dog
I thought we was fuckin' dogs
When I was fuckin' off
These niggas was uninvolved
They hate they gotta blog me
They hate that I come in charge
(How you like that, babe?)
I got problems that I gotta come resolve
'Til them pussy niggas check me
I'll be stuntin' with my dogs wassup

They not gon' like me dog
I Told You but niggas gotta
Respect me though we
Run the city in our joggin' pants nigga
Nigga like Fargo
He keep it cooler than Teddy Pendergrass in
A snowstorm sippin' milkshake with his
Throw on, nigg, jahlil
What up nigga? Canada