Tag: Wayne Gretzky


2 Chainz – Grey Area Lyrics


I just sat up on the stand, told a lie straight to the honor
Old enough to be your daddy, young enough to f*ck your mama
All the shit that I have done, I can not believe in karma
Old enough to be your daddy, young enough to f*ck your mama
Young enough to f*ck yo sister, young enough to f*ck your auntie
Ain’t messin’ with your granny, I just jugged her out them xannies
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, got a motherf*ckin’ addy
Nigga tell ’em pull ’em up, drop the motherf*ckin’ addy

Took my shot just like Marcus Camby, I’m so hot they fanning
I got mills out of Def Jam, I got mills out Atlantic
Niggas know my flows like my crib, this shit full of granite
Strip club closed, get her only fans, lil bitch don’t you panic
Got a yard that’s so damn big, I ordered thirty hammocks
Niggas claim they got a tool but never used a hammer
I done set the standard, I been repped Atlanta, slept in a cabana
Dolce & Gabbana, Louie V bandana, do it

I just sat up on the stand, told a lie straight to the honor
Old enough to be your daddy, young enough to f*ck your mama
All the shit that I have done, I can not believe in karma
Old enough to be your daddy, young enough to f*ck your mama
Young enough to f*ck yo sister, young enough to f*ck your auntie
Ain’t messin’ with your granny, I just jugged her out them xannies

I’m a beast, I’m a dog, got a motherf*ckin’ addy
Nigga tell ’em pull ’em up, drop the motherf*ckin’ addy

Old enough to son you niggas, young enough to f*ck your ex
Old enough to be your landlord, and sign the f*ckin’ checks
I take care of IRS, excuse me sir, am I arrest?
Fell in love with VVS, my cause a blood, PMS
Oh you thick, oh you sexy, what you doing later? Gon’ text me
Got my heart on Wayne Gretzky, you don’t f*ck me and that’s a blessin’
I smoke weed, I done pounds, I sold and rapped about that shit
Put her on track, had her running laps around the D

I just sat up on the stand, told a lie straight to the honor
Old enough to be your daddy, young enough to f*ck your mama
All the shit that I have done, I can not believe in karma
Old enough to be your daddy, young enough to f*ck your mama
Young enough to f*ck yo sister, young enough to f*ck your auntie
Ain’t messin’ with your granny, I just jugged her out them xannies
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, got a motherf*ckin’ addy
Nigga tell ’em pull ’em up, drop the motherf*ckin’ addy

I done set the standard, I been repped Atlanta, rep-rep-repped Atlanta
Set the standard, I been repped Atlanta, slept in a cabana
Set the standard, I been repped Atlanta, rep-rep-repped Atlanta
Set the standard, I been repped Atlanta, slept in a cabana


Machine Gun Kelly – Golden God


Ay, red lights on in the boulevard
That means business
Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might
Corny bitches make me sick
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
Gunna
Made man like Joe Pesci
I need DeNiro or I’ll rob her
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
Called an Uber helicopter
Bought a pound from a rasta
Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
Award shows need an Oscar
They need my merchandise on Melrose
David Bowie of my generation
Kill them all, we violent with no hesitation
Came from public education
Ramen noodles with the bacon
I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
Dub was working at the steel shop
Slim was working off of 1st block
We still roll together every day
Except we might be on a private plane
Why would you ever come from nothing
And not do whatever the fuck you wanted
Baby you’re asking why I’m such a legend
I took so much acid, I be forgetting
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
The type to put the red beam on you, I ain’t talk about a laser
We the golden squad, we the golden squad
Double X, we the hardest
Need double mercy Marty
Should’ve never got it started
Motherfucker, I’m retarded
Do you know how I’m regarded?
King of underground, King of Cleveland town
King of marijuana gardens
I can’t stop myself from coughing
Four thousand dollar bong rip
Custom made for the new house
Can’t believe I never had shit
2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
20/20 vision, see the future
Looks like the crown do fit
I am king of this new shit, seven rings and a pool stick
8 ball, let sway roll, rockstars don’t say no
This beat so flame, though, I forgot to say my name, though
Bitch, I’m G-U-double N-A, Gunna
Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover
Man, I’m wildin’ every summer
I ain’t like my daddy, he religious
I’m with bitches burning rubber
Yah I’m a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
Models be on the same thang, thang
EST, that’s the gang, gang, gang
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Bitch, I thought it was a drought
Bitch, I thought you had the clout
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still all the way dangerous


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


Tory Lanez – Real Thing lyrics


Tory Lanez with “Real Thing” 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 n*gger 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*ck because the chain, Wayne Gretzky
I would hit it out in public if she let me
I’m tryna f*ck her twin sister she gon’ let me
I can make the n*gger 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 bitches disrespect me
When you know I curve bitches just for sweating me
I be smoking Presidential, gone elect me
All the white girls wanna give me Becky
All the time a nigga f*ck her in a fresh tee
A nigga 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 bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches 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 bitches know I got the bill, hey

[Verse 2: Future]
Fuck 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 bitches 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 nigga drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine
Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine

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[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 bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches 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 bitches know I got the bill, hey

[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
I got a thick, thick, thick, white bitch
My sh*t lit than a bitch and I’m rich
Keep a .40 with extendo on the grip
And know I gotta have it on me because my niggas out here lit
I ain’t even know she was your bitch, 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 bitch and she sick, yeah
She don’t like that I just pulled up with you
Fuck it, tell a bitch 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 bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches 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 bitches know I got the bill, hey