Tory Lanez - Real Addresses lyrics
Tory Lanez [Argentina Fargo] Brampton, Ontario, Canada/Miami, Florida, U.S. 🇨🇦 🇺🇸
[Tory Lanez - Real Addresses lyrics]
We fuck all you bitches at a trap house
I can't trust you hoes
Can't give you real addresses
I can't trust you hoes
Can't give you real addresses
And I'm in that bitch like Jerry Stackhouse
I might fall in love with my trap house
I can't trust you hoes
Can't give you real addresses
I can't trust you hoes
Can't give you real addresses
Wait, shit
Fargo, whippin' all this dope look
Like I'm sellin' phony
All that nigga want that Rollie
With the bezel on it
I see niggas change from friends
Into them tellin' on me
I see niggas go from friends
To gettin' jealous on me
I see niggas call their shooters
And their felons on me
I see niggas get religious when
Their hell was comin'
I had to trust the plug sometimes I
Had no scale up on me
Whip a couple litres now
Trap house got too hot and now
I'm trappin' out my fiend's house
Had to break the lease though
And I pay my little nigga just
To watch out for police now
'Cause it look like a four in my kitchen
It look like I'm cookin' with
Them zoes in my kitchen i'm water whippin'
Whippin' four with my kitchen
My nigga Trey, he pack a four for you niggas
Yeah
Whippin' all this dope up in the trap house
We fuck all you bitches at a trap house
I can't trust you hoes
Can't give you real addresses
I can't trust you hoes
Can't give you real addresses
And I'm in that bitch like Jerry Stackhouse
I might fall in love with my trap house
I can't trust you hoes
Can't give you real addresses
I can't trust you hoes
Can't give you real addresses
Uh, when my grandma kicked me out the house
I said, "Fuck it dawg, I'm 'bout to bounce"
I said, "Fuck it dawg, I gots to make it"
I said, "Fuck it"
Started hustlin' and got that 'cedes
Uh, my nigga Shadow, he come with that ladder
I know some scammers that come with that data
Gotta ask 'em how we pull up in a Lambo
Shout go out to Dream that
Bathing Ape and Camo
Fashion bitch, I'm in the latest
I put all my baddest bitches
In their favorite fragrance
I might fuck a country bitch
That got that diner, diner
I might make a movie with
'em like I'm Damon Wayans, ya' feel?
I might whip the four in my kitchen
It look like a nigga sellin' Os in my kitchen
I'm whippin', my wrist
It feel cold in this kitchen
And I'm flippin' again
Where it goes in this kitchen?
Whippin' all this dope up in the trap house
We fuck all you bitches at a trap house
I can't trust you hoes
Can't give you real addresses
I can't trust you hoes
Can't give you real addresses
And I'm in that bitch like Jerry Stackhouse
I might fall in love with my trap house
I can't trust you hoes
Can't give you real addresses
I can't trust you hoes
Can't give you real addresses