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Tory Lanez - My Shayla Spice Rilla Feat Dstny Lyrics

[Part 1: My Shayla]

Don't take my baby
I'm at thirteen thousand dollars a month
What more do you want from me?
Oh my God
My Shayla, my Shayla

This is why niggas gotta understand how I be spittin'
Floor can comin' out the stoop look like Audi dissin'
Certain man don't get knocked down unless it's my permission
Certain gyal are gettin' fucked for ridin' with opposition
Sorry, that's the way it goes, nigga, that's just my position
But every now and then, I run into a Robin Givens
Plottin' on my pockets like somehow she went and got the stitchings
I know a lot of y'all was happy when I got the sentence
Lowkey, in yo' mind I know that y'all was sayin' good riddance
I'm just a hood nigga tryna bag some hood bitches
Caught one on the 'Gram the other day, her name was Delicious
I'm not a kingpin, but live like a king in the pen
This gangland where they doin' that thing with they hands
My haters spiralin' these days, so don't shit amaze me
But restrainin' orders in prison, yo, that shit is crazy
What more do niggas want from me like Tyreese
When he said it in that one video, cryin' on his knees?
I guess takin' me from my seven-year-old son wasn't enough for you to breathe
The day I got sentenced, my dad stood on them courts' steps and screamed
And niggas laughed and turned it into a meme
But what they ain't know he was conceivin' the prophecy he was seein'
All of the things he was sayin' are startin' to be

Hahaha, uh
I'm dirty for that one, hahaha
Ayo

Roc Nation comin' for Milagro, that's really funny
Even more, they tryna find ways to relate it to me
If I was petty I would countersue 'cause I got evidence
Meghann Cuniff been on payroll to play a dummy
Its gotta be the same standard, if its the same for me
Accused of rape and y'all don't wanna judge the way you judged me?
Hahaha
Niggas funny, it's funny, it's so fuckin' funny
I'm not allegin' nobody did nothin'
I just don't agree with all that fussin' and fuck shit
All that pickin' and choosin'
All that stickin' and movin'
When it was me, I was socially found guilty before they even proved it
My lawyer was playin' both sides my whole case
I ain't find out 'til I was sittin' in the cage
I stare at the ceilin' think about the shit she made me wave
And Randy Zepeda got paid to manipulate my DNA, haha
Lucky I got Caesar, Mitch, and United The People that's out to slay
At what expense did you pay to get me out the way?
A career that's goin' worse than an album that sellin' 8K?
I'm not the antagonist, I might be ahead of myself
But how much do I gotta take without me defendin' myself?
Sentence me to ten years, I'm here tryna better myself
Four documentaries while I been right here in the cell
And none of which I've never ever consented myself
But y'all would tell a story like I done said it myself
And all of a sudden, I'm harassin' from a cell as if I made every profile page on Reddit myself
They tried to paint me like I'm obsessed
Got an all, pictures on the wall, with a big wax head on my shelf
It's time to get over yourself, nobody even thinkin' about this shit, get over yourself
Niggas got family, and kids, and wives, and all types of shit, nigga
Get over yourself
Niggas really tryna run business, and be big corporation owners
Get over yourself
Get over yourself, yeah

Raining all day
Stackin' doin' numbers, but I'm prayin' always
Tryna take me under but all these clouds in the way
Tell me keep it quiet, but there's shit I gotta say
God always gave me umbrellas for the rain
Yeah, we get umbrellas for the rain
It's a lot of niggas change
And a lot of bitches changed
But one thing, lil' brodie ain't gon' change
He gon' always the same

You disrepecting me, you disrespect my hood
By tellin' me take off my flag, ask me how gangster I was, nigga
You lucky on that day I was actin' cool,'cause I told you I ain't got time for that, my nigga
Today, I got time, cuz

[Part 2: SPICE-RILLA]

Yeah, shawty, tell me what's the problem? (Oh)
Showin' up to visit, that's my darling (oh)
And she takin' pictures with them niggas in the gardens (ooh)
She got the work all up in the draw links
Conjugal visit, she gon' bounce like hydraulics
Ooh, mami, show me you got knowledge
If I ain't go to prison, would have never got to college (oh)
I'm in the visit with my tongue all on your cartilage
Police tryna tell a nigga chill, but I ain't stoppin'
Go 'head and stop me (stop me)
When I'm out of prison, I'ma run that pussy like I'm runnin' fades
I been locked down for so many hundred days
I'm in the cell with my niggas runnin' plays
He gotta go, well, then my niggas gon' erase 'em

They just lettin' out yard out
Everybody goes to the yard
But you got problems with that one nigga (oh)
And y'all lock eyes (oh, no)
Tension is buildin' (yeah)
He got two homies on the left, but you got two homies on the right
And then you crash

Shit is cuttin' deep if niggas play me
I done been in the mist of beef and had to flame 'em
Since a year ago, I ain't been the same me
Girl, you got a spare a nigga, I ain't talkin' Jamie
Got a pussy like Glo-Rilla, that my favorite
And that Ice Spice, girl, you dangerous (girl, you dangerous)
Don't look at me crazy for sayin' this
If you don't wanna fuck me, you retarded (you retarded)
I been up late, since the mornin' (since the mornin')
You work at the medical, girl, you gwannin'
I been in wait, now I'm on it, yeah
And you got that Ice Spice
Gotta keep it real, girl, I'm on it
Threesomes would be twice as nice

You know the crazy thing about this whole Tory Lanez situation is?
They made him the poster child for unprotecting a Black woman
But the irony of that is he protected two Black women that night
One from going to jail and one from getting shot
I think it's time you let that boy back outside