Tory Lanez - Danny Glover (Freestyle) lyrics

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Tory Lanez - Danny Glover (Freestyle) lyrics

Fargo Put the money in the duffle and sit yo b**h a** down, how bout that? Aye that's yo boo, boy I know you love er I can't say but don't do Danny Glovers I was stashin paper in my granny covers I ain't tryin to date, I just want petties from er Every time I walk inside the trap I need a new kitchen Thuggin up the pots, I need some new dishes Take yo b**h to Chili's, I be at Ruth Chrissin She can't f** with me unless a roof missin b**hes is waving, a n***a ignoring I'm sorry I gotta go hard on my interest, I'm whippin' a foreign Number 6 on the Jordans, I got your b**h on my organ I might have an orgy, and just pick from the orges It's Tory I do it, I'm poppin' a magnum in Story to prove it I love my money, b**h I love my money These hoes wanna put me on Maury to lose it SO del uno, he told me to do it f** out of towners that don't know the movement Roll with them hitters, you don't know I do it I hit then I Insta the photo to prove it I k** these n***as f**in with my Philly n***as On that dream chase, even Millie f**in with me n***a All my doors slap jaws over silly n***a Really get em, put em on ice like vanilla with em n***as talk straight, they ain't never hood Sound like Ye, they ain't never could And uh, maybe I f** a broke b**h But only if her credit good Uh, top money I got it And a n***a hand talk funny, I'm ridin But anytime I see cops comin I'm quiet Cause I ain't tryin to see who talk to me through the wire You ain't never gotta talk, p**y n***a you on fire Do or die and he's with me pullin up the suicides You a liar, who am I? You and I both know n***a you don't blow no smoke Hold no scope, hoes do my chores no joke Walk through the door, no hopes, no strings, no rope f** n***as throw things, hoes feelin so cold Me? I'm a n***a, no joke Me, I'm in the big time league n***a Multiplyin all the big top G n***as You these n***as tryna play me on a map though 18, 6 top three n***a I done came from the bando to the basement And you real but yo chain on that fake sh** When I'm standin on the money b**h I'm A6 And my chick better than cake mix Yo chick could scam on that fake sh** Her Instagram need a facelift I'm back in the street on that take sh** I'm back in the heat if you say sh** These n***as fowl and I ain't playin Broady Send the wap, no I ain't playin on it 30 thou on this Laker game but if I lose the bet then I ain't payin homie Ridin round with that new Beretta Don't believe me? Aks VC n***a Hit the town with my new vendetta You got Stevie Wonder, try see me n***a Put yo money up, n***a put it down Go to school wit ya, you a juggernaut See you soft then, you a p**y now Take a look at me, take a look around See the clique with me, gotta shook em now See the grip with me, I don't look around Every chick with me had to book em out But I hit em all and never took em out I can go 100 years on the beat Go until the top, all them n***as undefeated What about all them other n***as underneath you that they talk about it to me, motherf**er let me see it Bad woman, let me beat it I could never eat it Only if she got a millie in a villa real city Yea these n***as say they ball hard I never see the kush still I'm rockin quarter for the sign of a speed up damn n***a Hit it up

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