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lirik lagu spend it (freestyle) – tory lanez

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[intro]
i’m ridin’ round i’m gettin’ it
i’m high as f-ck, on that chimney
these b-tches all in my business
you ridin’, let’s get it
ay jb, holdin’ that choppa
ain’t gon’ be no witnesses
all of ya on my hit list
you ridin’ let’s get it

[verse 1]
ay, stuntin’ in my know six
ridin’ out in my foe fitch
i don’t trust this hoe n-ggas
i don’t trust this hoes neither
all black in that bandana
all the juelz, no santana
f-ck n-ggas they hatin’ hard
post up that haste ’em all
flexin’ out like i should’ve been
big body i pull up in
n-ggas hate, fake or pretend
that fo’ fo’ they pullin’ in
b-tch made get a switch blade
turn your body into switchelay
f-ck, don’t hate, get a b-tch billet
lame n-ggas, you got a b-tch to pay
i’m in shade, i lay it down
say the words and they spray the round
price tag up on the top
guarantee to lay it down
i got more, i got more
bad b-tch like i got two
n-gga rhymes like auto-tune
on the table like i got you
ridin’ round and i’m gettin’ it
flyin’ down when i’m hittin’ it
let me loose when i’ll be on the goose
like a loose tooth, i don’t spent it
man i f-cked your chick and i mean it
yeah hit the bird, i’m badmittin’ it
and they start strug, they they in it
and they cl-ss ,the foe be like ignant
i’m on websites, mozilla, how to describe my money flow
big green godzilla, now to find i got 100 hoes
i’m to ’til the death of me, real n-ggas, i’m the recipe
big sister named destiny, y’all b-tch n-ggas ain’t stressin’ me
shout out my n-gga old dizzy, i got 450 and the hoes with me
in the porsche ridin’, she so with me
and the jag boys, they so iffy, in the jet boys so they so iffy
i’m f-ckin’ hoes, i’m so tipsy, hustle hustle, i’m so nipsy
give me back low hand, like baby, get so lazy
spicy with that see-saw, i ain’t f-ck, that’s t’s fault
all y’all n-ggas plain as f-ck, but d-mn n-gga, that’s d’s fault
man, was that a subliminal n-gga
be hatin’ the way that the paper been makin’ like d-mn
n-ggas invisible, help me, can see ’em
that n-gga been keepin’ everyone like man
y’all should be waitin’ for sincerely tory
i’m makin’ my way so you don’t work again
gettin’ this paper, i say f-ck your man
hold up, hold up, hold up and that money
longer than a f-ckin’ fruit roll up
i’m a g, don’t know what the f you see
n-ggas told your man i’m ridin’ in somethin’ swavey
look like a armerillo sh-ll on your back
gon’ make you look like an armadillo
lookin’ like black and yellow, b-tch n-gga i’m a stiller
n-gga say they for real, my n-ggas they gorilla

[interlude]
i’m gone, yo cliff, i can’t answer your phone, hold up

[verse 2]
how do i need a two seater new need her
you fallin’ in love with as soon as you need to
you hatin’, i’m makin’ this paper
you either get paper with me or you hatin’ what we do
my n-ggas is cakin’, makin’ history
and make ’em jamaican they way they be grindin’
lame -ss n-ggas be wastin’ me time
holdin’ a pistol like aim with your mind
f-ck around with it, put n-ggas in line
and we gettin’ them digits from b-tches, it’s mine
me and my n-ggas from to so shout out my vito
we keeped it on d low
my ego is bigger than me though, my n-gga
my cheeto, we eatin’, we jammin’ that p
’cause tell your b-tch be quiet

[outro]
and tell your motherf-ckin’ b-tch shut up and be quiet, my n-gga
naw, i’m so serious, tell my b-tches to shut up and be quiet before i come out the bullsh-t
my n-gga, that’s the last of the moterf-ckin’ deaf warner brothers forever, n-gga
it’s canada on your b-tch -ss
swaved out ’til the motherf-ckin’ face out
and i’ma k!ll your b-tch ’til i have to dig her grave out, you feel me?
sunny d, what’s poppin’ my g?

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