Tory Lanez

[fox69]

"August 19th"

"August 19th"


Turn me, turn the, turn the beat down a little bit
Now I'm not just sayin' that shit for the intro
Yeah, I sound good
Fix the pre-
I'm sippin' on Jupiña and Patron nigga
Someshit like that
Uh, yeah

Yeah I swear I'm feelin' like my greatest ever
Niggas like a cuban link the way we stay together
Shoutout all my ex's 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 mai tai's the way I made forever
Fuck them bitches
They ain't gotta run no numbers my nigga so up in digits
We the 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 Roy
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 send 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 change to sellin' out all My shows like I'm HOV, Jay Z
My flow so pimp like ho 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, old dogs 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, tho
(How you like that babe?)
My flow is like [?] in vanilla
Have 'em all shook, give 'em Parkinsons and kill ya
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 home, shade 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
Till them pussy niggas check me I'll be stuntin' with my dogs
Wassup

They not gon' like me dog, haha, I Told You. But niggas gotta respect me though. We run the city in our jogging pants nigga. Nigga like Fargo he keep it cooler than Teddy Pendergrass in a snowstorm sipping milkshake with his throw on nigga, haha. Jahlil, what up nigga? Canada!

 

[fox69]

"B.L.O.W."

"B.L.O.W."


[Intro:]
Yeah, look
2006
These niggas hated
But I told them I would make it from the bottom
Look, I made this shit possible
Baby, I'm back on the shits
My baby looked at me like
"Dammit I hate when you back on the shits"
Look at it like this:
I- I- I- gotta stack it and flip it
Yeah, this is Fargo shit man
[Laughs]
I go missin' for a month and this is what you do

[Verse 1:]
Wait, I'ma take ya'll way back, way way back
From the old school, before the Maybach
Whoever came back
And put the Maple Leaf on the Jays hat
I was on court chillin' wit my niggas
On the corner fuckin' wit' the felons
Wishin' for the Honda Civic
Pacin', smokin' outta stair cases, in the ceilin'
Dawg, I just want a new job
Want my old girl to get a boob-job
Want my new girl to get a new job
Yellin' "2pac, 2pac, 2pac!"
2 Glocks strapped up upon my waist
For any nigga trippin' around my way
Mini mac, strapped
For haters in the back
In this mini black jansport backpack
Nigga, matter fact, uh
Rollin' blunts wit my nigga Rocky
All we do is go, all we do is go, all we do is go
No, no, ain't shit can stop me
I remember that shit
Livin' check to check to check to check
Fuckin' hoes neck to neck to neck to neck to neck
To neck to neck to neck, wait

[Bridge:]
She ain't fuckin Fargo
I don't be stressin' these hoes
Ridin' around with that thang
You shitted on me

[Hook:]
I don't be stressin' these hoes
I just pour liquor for niggas that's it
I do not fuck wit you though
You shitted on me
And I can't wait to blow on you
I can't wait to blow on you
I can't wait to blow
I can't wait to blow on you
I can't wait to blow on you
I can't wait to blow

[Verse 2:]
Wait, niggas hatin' on me like I ain't pay for
I ain't slave for it
Wasn't workin' night to night to day for it
Had to wait for it
Had to spend a couple extra days for it
Bitch, I know, I know, I know, I know
Couple bitches that go hand in head
I'm talkin, hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe, wait
Hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe
I heard so-and-so is in your new car
2 friends for my 2 dawgs
See I love a bitch that got a few flaws
Show my old bitches to my new broads
I got old bitches, I got new hoes
New flows, cars, clothes
Bentley whip, Ferrari doors
I'm Ari gold in Entourage
I'm fuckin' hoes that's on your squad
Fargo, call me Argentina
Hate to be the reason
Why your dream bitches never get to see ya
Never, ever, ever, ever, ever
Me forever, ever, ever, ever, ever?
Hell yeah niggas jealous of us
Gettin' hella, hella, hella chedda
Got an elevator in my Hella Yela
Women love me like I'm on the Ellen show
Hella bars for my felon flow
Niggas hella hard hearin'
Blind to em
Gotta hit em with that Hellen Keller flow
I fucked a lot of bitches, Lord forgive me
Father God know I did a lot of sinnin'
Now, I'm watchin' every one of my decisions
Cause I know the fact that even though I’m livin’
Nigga livin’ under 'only God conditions'
So in my position
Gotta MOB on the competition
Gotta squab on the opposition
Audemaur got me fuckin’ every damn bitch in there like
“Dawg, dawg, I got all the bitches”
Subtractin’ all you weak hoes
Stack money, money, till it’s all addition, wait

[Hook:]
I don't be stressin' these hoes
I just pour liquor for niggas that's it
I don't fuck wit you though
You shitted on me
I can't wait to blow on you
I can't wait to blow on you
I can't wait to blow
I can't wait to blow on you
I can't wait to blow on you
I can't wait to blow

 

[fox69]

"Back To The Crib (Freestyle)"

"Back To The Crib (Freestyle)"


Look, aha, yup, you know I had to murder this,
Shawty type cold, ice froze, no preservatives,
Young lad, walk into the pad with a heard a chicks,
That's why I don't even talk to em, I just chirp a bitch,
Nah I'm lyin' I just BBM,
Got a buncha fake niggas tryna BB him,
Clean BM's is what these hoes see me in,
See these rich nigga's, Yeah, I'm tryna BB them,
Yeah, aha,
Before whores, I'm a 4 door,
Here come the pussy, get it deeper than the corridor,
Report whores, 4 more up in the Ford Explorer,
It's the truth, I'm not Boots like Dora Dora,
My Nike Checks Val Veto,
Shawty I'm recordin', I ain't talkin' bout TIVO,
She say the 'Dick Game' like a torpedo,
So I'm a take her home, and I ain't talkin' bout the deep hole,
No wait, We sittin' eating Creme Brulee,
Now she wanna take it all back, OJ,
No doorman, Got a lotta bitches on me,
Plus I'm probably with yo mommy, and she got me feelin' raunchy,
Feel like fuckin' fuckin' her,
Fuck it, put the fuck in her,
Now it's back to money man, I'm all about my duckies, brah,
Now hustle up and get your buckins up,
Your team celibate, you can't fuck with us,
Ehhh, I make a stitch girl horny,
And a sky girl stormy,
And a fly girl corny,
The hoes, yeah, yeah, they all just adore me,
I spit the heat, straight from the grill like a 'Forman',
Put your dumb haters in 'Defeat' (The feet), like some Jordans,
Or some Nike Checks, so tell me what your sportin',
Tim, no Hortons, been so important,
Smooth Criminal, you couldn't Trace Me (Tracy), like Morgan,
Yeah, Yeah, And I don't even Colla Back,
I ain't Gwen Stefani, I don't holla back,
Yeah, Yeah, And nigga you can prada that,
Like a phone company, tell us, and Roger That,
Yeah, Just the top of my frame,
Got ya girl lookin' good from the top of my frane,
Yeah, I'm just freestylin' off the top of my brain,
Now it seems like every hoe wanna give me top of some brains, nigga.

 

[fox69]

"Bal Harbour"
(feat. A$AP Ferg)

"Bal Harbour"
(feat. A$AP Ferg)



[Tory Lanez:]
I swear
All I'm trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it's all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I'm all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I'm all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain

Pulling up Rolls Royce
Gave them no choice
When I'm telling bitches hop in
Rolls Royce gave them no voice
Push button and the doors close
With a million dollar wardrobe
Airplane mode for the phone
All you fuck niggas I ignore those
I be up way in the clouds
Cause fuck nigga weighing me down
I made a full circle with the plane
I call that shit playing around
I put on the whole clique on bust down
Man the whole world know we up now
Big chain get flood now
Fuck nigga sit the fuck down
Only make you mad see these diamonds on me
Got the whole polar pacific climate on me
All I'm trynna do is put my dog on
Get this money till it's all gone

(I swear)
All I'm trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it's all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I'm all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I'm all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain

[A$AP Ferg:]
I just fucked your bitch, now she hanging with the crew
She hopped up in my whip cause she know I got l the juice
I got a hundred chains, hundred thousand on the jewels
In the foreign switching lanes, nigga that's just how we do
Come hop in my ride with me baby
These dollar signs be driving me crazy
She drink about four by 10, shoes, they all Phillip Lim
Girl don't worry bout the cost, them broads don't know about them
I'm gonna be yours someday
I love her then fuck her like everyday
I'm gonna just cuff her fuck what they say
Getting this cake like Anna Mae
We up in the crib watching anime
Right up in the crib where the phantom stay
Taking all your friends on a dinner date
Why you fucking with him he cannot compete
Diamonds dancing crazy, all my jewelry nae nae
They all on my nuts like a payday
When I'm up in the club then it's pay day
Put my thumb in her butt she like yeah
In the back of my bus I go yeah
And we finna go up in the air
And I catch a lil dome in the lair

[Tory Lanez:]
All I'm trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it's all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I'm all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I'm all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain

 

[fox69]

"Bartenders & Spenders"

"Bartenders & Spenders"


Shit, I used to be in love and now that's finished
And it's usually a dub, tonight I will
All that dancin' in the club, girl, you bartendin'

She been workin' at Starlies
Said she don't dance, she just bartend
Shawty got the whole fuckin' bar lit
Bring the bottles to the ting, get the squad lit
Sippin' on the way, on the way
And she got the work, got the work
Need to fly you out right now
Baby, get you to the house right now, got a lot right now
It's some niggas and you passed that
If I see you with 'em, I can promise I'll be out right now
You wouldn't say I'm actin' out right now
But it just ain't the time to doubt right now
I promise, you know that I'm honest
I promise to keep this shit true
I've been down from the bando
Work that we flipped and the line rolls
Trap queen working at the bando
Trap king gettin' to the bands though
Now you went and got another man's dough
How you went and fucked up the plans though? No, no
Swear I used to be in love and now that's finished
You wasn't used to being in love, I can't trip
I wasn't supposed to be in love with you, just sittin'
I wasn't supposed to give a fuck, but girl, I'm sick

Girl I'm sick, girl I'm sick, girl I'm sick, can't lie I'm sick
Girl I'm sick, girl I'm sick, girl I'm sick, can't lie I'm sick
Girl I'm sick, girl I'm sick, girl I'm sick

You already know, I know that you know
(Shoutout Problem)
She got to Liv on a Sunday
Can't even give me that one day no more
You said you would never change
And look how you changed, we don't even do things
You left on me, for some new things
You got a new thing but I know you miss what we had
And I know what I done did was fucked up
But you just don't get me back like that, oh no, no
How you gon' let another nigga get one up on me?
Part of me say, "Fuck you," part of me like, "I need you"
'Fore the feelings, please bring me a Dom P (yeah, uh)

Deep down I'm sick, girl I'm sick, girl I'm sick, girl I'm sick
Can't lie I'm sick, girl I'm sick, girl I'm sick, girl I'm sick
Can't lie I'm sick, girl I'm sick, girl I'm sick, girl I'm sick
You already know, I know that you know
She used to be in love, she used to be a dove
She used to be the one
She used to be the one as usually in all the clubs
She used to be the one
She used to pull up at the crib, two-thirty
Six in the mornin'

 

[fox69]

"Beamer Benz Or Bentley (Freestyle)"

"Beamer Benz Or Bentley (Freestyle)"


Calvin go get my notebooks, put em in the hearse for me
Yo bout to murder dis shit nigga look
Beamer benz or bentley, my jeans ain't ever empty
And nigga I ain't gucci but no skier ever get me
The 7 series Beamer ain't the reason they respect me
I ain't never been a pussy cause my team will never let me
The modern day hanibal, flock fresh animal I'm sick I'm sick and I ain't got a antidote, skeetin in yo gurls mouth and her throat, I'll grill ya'll peel like cantilope
Oh and it's so sinsurr, two european broads and they both in hurr, me and ryhmes took turns we was both in thurr and my girl is like a fox but she don't wear fur. Ho's used to say no now they like oh yeah sure, they don't even call me lanez they like oh yes sir, I'm a go getter, never go get her, from her crib what I look like dat ho chaffuer. gettin hella dome, put lady gaga on my telephone, hella gone ay yo girl beat no metronome, my new bitch she a yellow bone, I buy her yellow stones cause I like it when she got that yellow onnn.
Now tell me where the flag beat at, if I had one wish I'd bring mack's beat back, bought to buy a lamb tell me where da back seat at. please free gucci, boozy and weezy we black.
So you could say that tory lanez is a born star but you couldn't find my roof with an on-star. never slip nigga I be on guard, sicker than a swine no time for your corn bars. eight long bags, stay calm fag, I'm a more beast then the J arm tag, colder than another shuttle tell me where the quilt at, Tory is a mothafucker tell me where the milf at. I can get you killed back, like the way I kill tracks, we gon leave you with yo scout and it's all peeled back. only nigga dat be hangin like a pendant, rip the beat so hard niggas had to mend it. fuck it let's cement it. cause I killed it I'm feeling some resentment... fuck I just killed that shit... so I'm a come back and avenge it. reincarnation of the track on some revenge shit. step inside da club all da guns and da frenzy. I be writin till my pen break cause I'm hungry, I'm to da point that my ribs ache. I just wanna see yo hips shake. My latin shawty call me poppa while she fix me up a big steak. see I'm hungry for a big plate and I'm never full even though I just ate. call me the four model fucka, get they twist on like a soda bottle cover, tired of breakin it to niggas dat I got they lover, hold her and I fold her like some sort of oragami sculpture. read between the lines, see between her eyes. Killin dat pussy R.I.P between yo thighs. I seem to be dispised by some very evil guys. fake niggas do fake shit so don't belive the lies.

 

[fox69]

"Blame My Ex"

"Blame My Ex"


[Verse 1:]
Every girl that I end up with
Started on some love shit
Ended on some rough shit, I know that I fucked it
Up, when I did dumb shit, plus we were both rushing
We don't know what love is (No... No)
So if your gone' kick me out, then fucking kick me out
I got a condo in Toronto
Lonelier then ever, [?]

[Chorus:]
If you wonder why I do em' wrong...
Blame my ex, blame my ex, blame my ex, blame my (oooo oo)
The reason I'm dying in this song
Blame my ex, blame my ex, blame my ex, blame my (oooo oo)

[Verse 2:]
I just met this new girl, said her name is Cindy
She could be good for me
I can't let her tempt me
I know what I want (yeah) she know too (yeah)
We gone' do, what we gone' do
Baby girl your sexy...
Wanna' get...
All over your bed sheets, then I'm gone in the morning

[Chorus:]
If you wonder why I do em' wrong...
Blame my ex, blame my ex, blame my ex, blame my (oooo oo)
The reason I'm dying in this song
Blame my ex, blame my ex, blame my ex, blame my (oooo oo)

[Beat plays out]

 

[fox69]

"Blue Jay Season"

"Blue Jay Season"


Fargo... Estefan Fargo
S.T.E
Hahaha
Yeah... Fargo
S.T.E

Yeah, I heard word around town is I'm poppin' off
Bad bitch recline my seat before she top me down
Just invested in two choppers and they on me now
Bitch all you hear was 'grr grr' when I'm hoppin' out
Put them bitches in a Range Rove'
Hit a mission with my niggas then I change clothes
Niggas runnin' for that paper like Usain Bolt
You hit my bitch I fuck your girl, that's how the game go
You know how that sayin' go
Girl, you know I'm poppin' off
Give me head and make sure you make that shit sloppy now
If you with it you gon' meet me at the lobby now
Say you not but girl I know that you are probably down
Now what you talkin' 'bout?

What you talkin' 'bout?
Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah
What you talkin' 'bout?
Never do we get in town but tonight feels

Like the blue jays
New Toronto bitch we ballin' on your blu-rays
I've been mobbin' round the city for like two days
Stashin' all this dirty money in a suit case, woah

Don't you know that we got plenty choppers
Any bitch inside my kitchen cook like Betty Crocker
Niggas say that they gon' rob me bitch don't make me stop you
Uncle Speedy, B.M.F., he died don't let it drive you
Hit G Weed on the cellphone
Make that call from Compton they'll be out on Melrose
Trained shooters and they down to touch the railroad
He ain't down to do you colder than the hail snow, woah
That shit tell you that I'm poppin' off
When I pull up in that Wraith, that ain't no talkin' now
Hater niggas talkin' payments but I bought it, wow
Reason why we not pull up them bitches hoppin' out
Now what you talkin' 'bout?

What you talkin' 'bout?
Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah
What you talkin' 'bout?
Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah

Never do we ever get the time, never seen again, right
Now I want the time, today I got the time, right
I'm down south, east Atlanta, Georgia
And I'm ridin', yeah, and I'm rollin', yeah
To the train down south, old balls, strip clubs down dirty C's, yeah
And I'm rollin', yeah
Rollin' downtown, west [?]
Rollin', yeah

 

[fox69]

"Bodmon Song"

"Bodmon Song"


Shawty, you know how I'm strokin' on it
When I pull up 4 in the mawning
We can smoke, girl, if you want it
We can smoke just roll up pon it
I do the things that you wann' do
All of the things that you want too
Do anything cause I want you
Do anything cause I want you
Oh, pull up in designer
Girl, that body's purer than water
Smell like Dasani
Sippin' on Henny
'Bout to hit your bitch with that see you in the mañana
Mi need a bad one by me
Mi need a bad one beside me
They see dem suck pussy boi, try me
Bodmon, you can't do ah man grimy
Mi gun on me
Case infahmah wan' come find mi
Smokin' on Bob Marley
Mi hit di stage and di gyal jump 'pon mi

A bodmon song
A bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
One bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah

When I pull up in dah mawning
Pure Hennessy we nah do no Gin & Tonic
Fuckin' boi, dem dem wann' find me
Fire fi dem, now we nah chill with informants
No man ah make it from my ends
And no man ah tek way from my space
Mi pray dem jah jah bless all di likkle yutes

A bodmon song
A bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
One bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
Dis a bodmon song
Dis a bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
One bodmon song man ah sing, yeah

 

[fox69]

"Bodmon Song (Extended Version)"

"Bodmon Song (Extended Version)"


Yeah, Fargo
Yeah, yeah

Shawty, you know how I'm strokin' on it
When I pull up 4 in the mawning
We can smoke, girl, if you want it
We can smoke just roll up pon it
I do the things that you wann' do
All of the things that you want too
Do anything cause I want you
Do anything cause I want you
Oh, pull up in designer
Girl, that body's purer than water
Smell like Dasani
Sippin' on Henny
'Bout to hit your bitch with that see you in the mañana
Mi need a bad one by me
Mi need a bad one beside me
They see dem suck pussy boi, try me
Bodmon, you can't do ah man grimy
Mi gun on me
Case infahmah wan' come find mi
Smokin' on Bob Marley
Mi hit di stage and di gyal jump 'pon mi

A bodmon song
A bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
One bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah

When I pull up in dah mawning
Pure Hennessy we nah do no Gin & Tonic
Fuckin' boi, dem dem wann' find me
Fire fi dem, now we nah chill with informants
No man ah make it from my ends
And no man ah tek way from my space
Mi pray dem jah jah bless all di likkle yutes

A bodmon song
A bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
One bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
Dis a bodmon song
Dis a bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
One bodmon song man ah sing, yeah

When the Rolls swing the corner
Hop out the bloodclat ting, me ting ballin'
Wan' me a gyal like Madonna
Big dutty 4-5 on me, don't try me
Man a walk when bodmon roll
Keep up and your girlfriend like come home
Top drop the Porsche, it drop down slow
Blessings me say and to the gyal dem
Nuh bodda wid di cuff ting
Tonight when yuh come over, mi yard, is a fuck ting
Nuff rude bowy pon a rough ting
Dah wah di fuckin' Glock forty is a most ting
Blessings me send to mi yute dem
Blessings me send to mi bregren
And bodmon, we nuh beg friend
But we still a sing, yeah

A bodmon song
A bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
One bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah