Tory Lanez - City Boy Summer lyrics

(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 jeweller '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'?
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 ho comin' down
Bail out money, I got my dawg off thе ground
I might've sold brown but I sippin' on Doja
Fly city nigga, I'm a motherfuckin' soldier
I fuckеd a ho then I left on her skis
Get her on cheese, iced up
Iced pat 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 with me 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 ho, 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 by the beach while my dawg on 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
You talkin' some hot shit
Don't call my phone, too much, get blocked
Bitch lemon pepper stepper
Tell me how my Bentayga 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 flippers, that depend how
The weather for, i'm gone
Fifty-five souls but them hoes know I'm on
I'm hopin' that my nigga Z-Ro
Get to hear this song
So he can know I did this no wrong
We gettin' them figures
And church to my motherfuckin'