Tag: Micheal Vick


Tory Lanez Ft. Future – Real Thing Lyrics





(Verse 1: Tory Lanez)
Told her pop that ass for me on a jet ski (On a jet ski)
She said, “I might even lick it if you let me” (If you let me)
You knew I would kill the pu**y when you met me
And that’s why none of mine can regret me
Oh, yeah oh, yeah
Throw the cash up high, it’s all there, yeah
Pop that ass for me on the jet ski
She wanna f**k because the chain, Wayne Gretzky
I would hit it out in public if she let me
I’m tryna f**k her twin sister she gon’ let me
I can make the pu**y squirt, you wanna bet me
Say I hit that the sh*t so good she can’t forget me
I can’t have no bird b*tches disrespect me
When you know I curve b*tches just for sweating me
I be smoking Presidential, gone elect me
All the white girls wanna give me Becky
All the time a ni**a f**k her in a fresh tee
A ni**a mad that I’m sav, tryna threaten me
I be balling, need a espy
That’s your girlfriend, she my bestie
If you sayin’, let’s be honest, girl, then let’s be
I’m tryna see you and little mama on a jet ski

(Chorus: Tory Lanez)
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad b*tches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill, hey

(Verse 2: Future)
F**k her twin sister, now she hate me (Hate hate)
Brrt, brrtt
Please, order up the jet key (Key)
I just changed my number, you can’t call or sext me
Have your location on when you address me
Knock it out the park, Ken Griffey
Ooh, ooh, ooh
All these missed calls was never missed, ohh ohh
And a lot of bad b*tches with no IG
She don’t post, so I know she won’t expose me
I’m gone stamp every country on your ID
They can’t smoke me, you know they tryna find me
When I give that paper to you and it’s crispy
And these Benji Franklin’s stacked up in your birkey
Fell in love with a ni**a drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a ni**a drinking creatine
Fell in love with a ni**a drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a ni**a drinking creatine

(Chorus: Tory Lanez)
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad b*tches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill, hey

(Verse 3: Tory Lanez)
I got a thick, thick, thick, white b*tch
My sh*t lit than a b*tch and I’m rich
Keep a .40 with extendo on the grip
And know I gotta have it on me because my ni**as out here lit
I ain’t even know she was your b*tch, dawg
She been throwing that sh*t at me, Micheal Vick, dawg
Steady quarterbacking at the kick off
No pun intended, I just her with the pick
Step up in the mix, sh*t is lit
I might even stop and pose for a pic
Looking at my ex b*tch and she sick, yeah
She don’t like that I just pulled up with you
f**k it, tell a b*tch to bust it
I ain’t come to t-t-talk, I came to t-t-touch it
She came to s-s-suck me off, then, baby, s-s-suck it
She tryna s-s-send a Snap, but, baby, time to bust it

(Chorus: Tory Lanez)
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad b*tches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill, hey




Pull up wit a stick freestyle – Fetty Wap lyrics




Lyrics Fetty Wap – Pull up wit a stick freestyle

I’ma pull up wit a stick, yeah
With the stick, yeah
Hatin’ on me you a b*tch, yeah
You a b*tch, yeah
You not really with the shits, yeah
With the shits, yeah
I be boolin’ with my dawgs just like Micheal Vick
We ain’t beefin’ ’bout no money, it don’t make no sense
Have my d*ck all in his ..
Yeah, you know the location to my show
Paid official, we could shoot this shit fo’ show
Ayy, .. (mobbin’ nigga) versuri-lyrics.info
In New Jersey I be slidin’ on my folks (skrt skrrrt)
Ayy, I’m humble but I came from kickin’ door
So please don’t make the Zoo step out his zone (12 hundred)
Don’t make me pull up with the stick, make it hit (goddamn)
Yeah, seen yo’ b*tch on the ‘Gram, so I hit (goddamn)
Yeah, said she never had a man that was rich (goddamn)
Yeah, you should’ve told yo’ hoe to make it clap (goddamn)
Yeah, these niggas got me f*cked up I swear (f*cked up I swear)
Yeah, a nigga might get f*cked up this year (get f*cked up this year)
Yeah, nigga come down right, f*ck a b*tch (f*ck a b*tch)
Yeah, niggas in they feelings, so they sick (so they sick)
Yeah, I’m still collecting .. (money)
Still getting .. (money)
.. (money)

A song that I .. still went platinum (a million)
This is not a joke, I’m just askin’ (Zoovier)
Lawyers waitin’ in Dubai you could ask them (gang)
Still sellin’ overseas triple platinum (gang)
And hoes get on they knees when I pass them
Yeah, I’m don’t spend it three ways I just cash them
Yeah, run it like a relay I’ma pass them
Yeah, that’s a million on my neck if you ask me
Boolin’ on the jet with the cash in (Zoovie, zoovie)
Yeah, run up on me if you think I’m captain
Yeah, always got my chain come and snatch it
Yeah, and I’m really up the chain I be snappin’
Yeah, and I just hope you know I’m really with the shits
I put you ..
I’m from New Jersey that’s my word (gang gang)
We known for puttin’ niggas on the news (gang gang)
We known for takin’ out them niggas jewels (12 hundred)
We known for breakin’ all the f*ckin’ rules (12 hundred)
And you from .. lookin’ for a tool (lil’ b*tch)
.. you ain’t .. (you ain’t ..)
If you keep on reaching boy you ..
Gang, gang, gang ,ganggg.
Fetty Wap lyrics
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