Tory Lanez - My Town Freestyle lyrics
Tory Lanez [Argentina Fargo] Brampton, Ontario, Canada/Miami, Florida, U.S. 🇨🇦 🇺🇸
[Tory Lanez - My Town Freestyle lyrics]
Well I'm gonna give you 2 choices
Either you flock or you die yeah (yeah)
Know it's cold out, ahem
Gotta give these niggas a ahh yeah
Not only do I do it for the city
I do it for the country
I do it for the Flock niggas
Ahh, ahh, ahh, yeah
Maserati, Bugatti, Benz's is on her leg
(yeah)
Bag of luggage, Armani, Fendi, is on the tag
Wit' 1800, Tequila poppin', safari Jag (ugh)
Haters bluffin'
We bring the topics and body bags
And y'all niggas gettin' cheesy
Like Pizza nova
Y'all wouldn't kill if you had
A ski ho sleepin' over presidential suite
She met me when the meetin's over (yeah)
I'ma be her lawyer and let me beat it for ya
I ain't, I don't need Latoya (yeah)
When you're famous they'll walk the
Deserts of Egypt for ya
I'm in my Chuck Tay's, a fashion cop
'Cause you can gas yourself 'til
Your ass gets popped
Walk inside the buildin'
Leave with half your top (Top)
Smoke it 'til a nigga
Floatin' like a astronaut
And bitches love to, say I'm a fashion drop
I just cover eyes 'til
The paparazzi cameras stop
Got the type of swagger, bitches have to stop
(yeah)
You got the type of swag of a laughin' stock
She want a bad boy, well I'ma pass the locks
My hoes apple of the eye, Macintosh (Get it?)
Suede slippers, now niggas is A-listers
(yeah)
We made it nigga, we came from yay flippers
(Ugh)
I'm makin' money for a throttle of the bank
How you swimmin' at the bottom
Of the tank nigga? Yeah
Yeah bitch let's make one thing clear
T-Lanez, TL, whatever you wanna call me
I am not to be with
'Cause I'm probably with your bitch right now
And I got your bitch on my nutsack
Fresco, we out
Either you flock or you die yeah (yeah)
Know it's cold out, ahem
Gotta give these niggas a ahh yeah
Not only do I do it for the city
I do it for the country
I do it for the Flock niggas
Ahh, ahh, ahh, yeah
Maserati, Bugatti, Benz's is on her leg
(yeah)
Bag of luggage, Armani, Fendi, is on the tag
Wit' 1800, Tequila poppin', safari Jag (ugh)
Haters bluffin'
We bring the topics and body bags
And y'all niggas gettin' cheesy
Like Pizza nova
Y'all wouldn't kill if you had
A ski ho sleepin' over presidential suite
She met me when the meetin's over (yeah)
I'ma be her lawyer and let me beat it for ya
I ain't, I don't need Latoya (yeah)
When you're famous they'll walk the
Deserts of Egypt for ya
I'm in my Chuck Tay's, a fashion cop
'Cause you can gas yourself 'til
Your ass gets popped
Walk inside the buildin'
Leave with half your top (Top)
Smoke it 'til a nigga
Floatin' like a astronaut
And bitches love to, say I'm a fashion drop
I just cover eyes 'til
The paparazzi cameras stop
Got the type of swagger, bitches have to stop
(yeah)
You got the type of swag of a laughin' stock
She want a bad boy, well I'ma pass the locks
My hoes apple of the eye, Macintosh (Get it?)
Suede slippers, now niggas is A-listers
(yeah)
We made it nigga, we came from yay flippers
(Ugh)
I'm makin' money for a throttle of the bank
How you swimmin' at the bottom
Of the tank nigga? Yeah
Yeah bitch let's make one thing clear
T-Lanez, TL, whatever you wanna call me
I am not to be with
'Cause I'm probably with your bitch right now
And I got your bitch on my nutsack
Fresco, we out