Tory Lanez - A Week Straight lyrics

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Tory Lanez - A Week Straight lyrics

(Intro) NO! I believe nothing in art is inappropriate I paint what I see We're going to have to insist that the face be removed Absolutely NOT! Look, ya son of a b**h! (Hook x2) Same clothes on me fo' a week straight Pray the Lord help me fo' my peep's sake When my momma died I became a soldier Papa couldn't save him I was out there getting paper hold up (Verse) Mac11 barcodes in my arsenal Little n***a Lost Cause, ah it's Fargo Pray to Lord erry night repenting erry weekend We was really in the beef and I was really reachin' Colt 45 bands from my younger pants See my older n***as die up in they younger years Ask my brother what the f** I'm supposed to tell his motha Or is sister, and his cousin, plus his little brother So we ride fo' him, campaign slide thru Just the team, just some beef my motha cry fo' Copin' with the pain, smokin' in the rain Movin' Macaulay Culkin, hopin' that it chain (Hook x2) Same clothes on me fo' a week straight Pray the Lord help me fo' my peep's sake When my momma died I became a soldier Papa couldn't save him I was out there getting paper hold up (Verse 2) Should we ride til the wheels fall Pay these tickets fo' yo biscuit if it's will call And when this thief come and tell ya I'mma little dawg Stone cold we just wanted that control lil n***a hold up I'm with my n***as rolling in this whip, it's stolen [?] a fifth of Hogan if ya chick is scolding The whip get open and yo b**h get open sh**, this sh** is sinister hangin' ironic My powers are minister n***a Fo' that side I will ride I will finish a n***a Catch them how I rolled em Shootin' photos of the job Yung Fargo I'm just tryin' to let it all go, listen (Hook x2) Same clothes on me fo' a week straight Pray the Lord help me fo' my peep's sake When my momma died I became a soldier Papa couldn't save him I was out there getting paper hold up (Verse 3) Little sister crying, she got multiple structures Taking needles erry night just to hold a discussion Ya don't know that pain n***a ya don't know that rain Baggin' n***as fo' they change ya don't know that shame Ya neva f**ed up on a reup ya don't know that change Walkin' into dot n***a ya ain't show no chain Ya ain't sleep in no park ya had a home to stay I was down and dirty tryna get a pound of 30 n***as hated on me, threw dirt on my name There's hurt in my veins, lightin' this purple the flame I'm confused in this lost world My daddy's daughter was a lost girl And she my sister she love me when I was younger And told me f** with the music instead of holding my gun up She told me that maybe if I prayed, he gon bring the sun up fo' me Tryin' to switch the situation with this gun up on me

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