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Tory Lanez - Tory Lanez Y Adin Ross Freestyle Lyrics

[Beat 1: "Get Dripped" by Lil Yachty]

[Intro: Tory Lanez]
Earl On The Beat
Lousy
Yeah, huh, yeah, yeah
Ayy, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Adin Ross & Tory Lanez]
Okay, Tory in my room, we bustin' up a stream
I'm with Jasper, we gonna get this cream
Cash rules everything around me
I got bars, I'm white, and see
Look, yeah, A-Rag, he gave me that name, it's nice
I like your motherfuckin' hat, yeah, I'ma fight
In the ring, I'm fighting Faze Rug (2 milli)
2 milli (5 milli, 5 milli), 2 milli (5 milli, we manage you)
Oh, okay, 5 milli manages me
Yeah, I gotta slap this beat
Yeah, I just got done beatin' my motherfuckin' wife
You guys were in sync
Tory, take over, go crazy

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, takе over
Fucked a bad bitch, now she need a makеover
Uh, these niggas, they talkin' on tracks
As soon as I see 'em I can tell they over
I'm fuckin' these bitches
Runnin' on time, I'm runnin' these switches
Bunch of hoes cummin' all over my...
Bunch of bitches cummin' all over my dick
They come in my kitchen, they washin' my dishes
Washin' my clothes, fuckin' these hoes
With the bros, and ya know
And I'm, spendin' millis on clothes
Bad lil' bitches, we gettin' rich than a motherfucker
Ayy, got bitches and they all on my dick 'cause I'm
Hella rich with the motherfuckin' shit and I
Ayy, don't play, bad bitch come with me
And she keep an AK, 'cause that's the end of the day
[Verse 3: Kill Jasper]
We rollin' up pressure
You playin' gangsta, we'll test ya
I got, fuck, wait, 20,000 on the dresser
She wanna fuck so I bless her
That boy an opp we don't mess with
That boy an opp we don't mess with him, uh
We shoot like we shoot at the rim
Fuck, he got the F, fuck
He got the ad-lib, that shit sound cool
She see them racks and the chain and she drool, fuck

[Beat 2: "She Make It Clap" by Soulja Boy]

[Verse 1: Adin Ross & Kill Jasper]
She make it clap, clap (Ha-ha-ha-ha!)
Yeah, she make it clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, go, Jas (It's you)
It's me, it's me, baldie
Not anymore, got a duey
A-Rag in the C
In the booth, in a geek
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (Fantom)
Smokin' on packs, preferably Black Leprachaun
All of these hoes, they on my arm
All of these bitches, they know I'm a don
Stuntin' on the bitches come back to the 6s
I spit 3s like I'm playin' with the 6s
Bad bitch like she playin' with the mixes
Bad bitches keep playin' with my jig, uh
Bad bitch wanna get on my Insta
I told the bitch to keep chill and be quiet
I got bad bitches tryna get by
Don't chill 'fore a nigga get violent
I got bad bitches and they comin' wildin'
Ayy, I see a motherfucker smilin'
20,000 bad bitches on an island
20,000 bad bitches goin' private, mmm
She make it clap, I got the strap
21 gats, feel like I'm Savage
21 bitches and none of them average
I'm gon' fuck me tonight me a bad bitch
I don't give a fuck about niggas
I don't give a fuck about hoes
I don't give a fuck 'bout your bros
I don't give a fuck 'bout your toes
Your hoes, your manicure, pedicure, toes
I'm comin' on the block with the rocks
20 inch Glocks in my socks
Niggas keep blowin' that crazy ass shit
If I go to jail I'ma keep it locked in the sock
I got that from Ken, all of my hoes, they spend
On me all at the mall, I'm bendin' Benzes
20 inch rims on my Enzos
Bitches is coming to the mall and they goin' in frenzies
Lookin' at Tory, look at my story
All of these bitches they look at me growin' up fast like a nigga was 40
I don't even know what I'm sayin' but tonight I'm 'bout to take y'all bitches and have me an orgy
[Beat 3: "SKAT" by Tory Lanez]

[Intro: Tory Lanez]
The remake! Ho-ho! (Hahahaha)
Who did this one, huh?
Oh my gosh, those trumpets are horrible
Uh, uh, ayy

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Uh, who the fuck remade my beat? Damn
Mm, who the fuck remade my beat? Damn, this is the hook
Ayy, who the fuck remade my beat? Damn
Shit, who the fuck remade my beat? Ayy

[Verse: Tory Lanez]
Who the fuck remade my beat?
I'm comin' down in the '64 like Eazy-E when I'm bustin' that streak
I got hoes that's comin' in, wanna come fuck me, you know that they bustin' on me
If she squirtin' too much I'll kick her out of the crib, stop bustin' on me
I be stuntin' on all of these hoes
Comin' through bustin' on all of my shows
Comin' through ballin' like all of the pros
I be on stunner with all of my hoes, ayy
I got the iPhone 6, sellin' bricks off the bitch
Bad lil' nicks off the chick
Bad lil' hip when I come through and bitch likes coke on my shit 'cause the bitch take a sniff off my dick
I'm ballin' I keep comin' in callin'
Bad lil' bitch and the comin' in rawin'
Ayy, stuntin' like Ross, I'm spauldin', that mean I'm ballin'
Nigga I said it too many times but it's okay 'cause the shit's gon rhyme
Every time I comin' through, know, 1 2 3 4 5 6 10, I'm comin' with the dimes
I be stuntin', he's goin' crazy! Gimme the hook
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Who the fuck remade my beat? Damn, uh, uh
Who the fuck remade my beat? Damn, uh, uh
Who the fuck remade my beat? Damn
Y'all stupid ass niggas stop tryna come up off me, damn, uh, uh
Who the fuck remade my beat? These trumpets suck

[Beat 4: "No Heart" by 21 Savage]

[Verse: Adin Ross]
A-Rag be rappin' so motherfuckin' hard (Hard, bitch)
I just took this motherfuckin' rap, it's a bar
Bar, bitch, Tory signed me that's a motherfuckin' car
Speed speed car race car all cars
I'm a rock star, I'ma go to mars
I'ma go to venus, can I see your...?
Hold up tory, wait
Look, look, I really spit some shit, I really got a flow
I really go all day, call me the pro
Look, I just got done fuckin' your ugly ass ho
She wasn't really ugly, kinda meaty
She had a nice, uh, graffiti, beaty, booty

[Beat 5: "No Flockin'" by Kodak Black]

[Verse 1: Adin Ross]
Real Florida shit, call me a jit
I got bars, what? I got bars and a yurr rist, stars, it's a space ship
And I am the one that is gonna make it
Florida is the place where I was born and raised
That shit's the best, that shit is awesome, you deserve to get your grace
Spread, call me Lil' Baby and 42 Dugg
Or should I say 420 Dugg, he's next to me, he's buff
Hold on, let me go in, 941 shit, Florida shit
Yeah I'm from it, born and raised like I said call me a jit
Don't interrupt me this time because then I'm gonna get upset
But look, look Tory, I got this beat, shout out to Kodak
He's the one, he's the best from Florida
There's a lot of talent from there
But look, look, look, look, I got
Look, look, look, look you need glasses
You're gonna get hooked hooked hooked
Because I am a nice rapper
I could take off, slam it down, DeRosen, call me a rapper
A raptor, I meant, I meant a rapper
Yes I'm an NBA player can't you see?
I'm really killin' this beat, I need you to take it from me please

[Verse 2: Kill Jasper]
Fuck no, this nigga trash as hell, he tryna roast me
I don't got no motherfuckin' bars today
I just came on here 'cause he gay
I don't know what else to say

[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
Uh, pass this shits to Tory
I was in Miami last night, 40 bitches all at the story
Pullin' up down in the yurrs
Fly a bad bitch out to paris
I knew she was gon' fuck me
Soon as she walked in, stepped on my terrace
I stunt so hard, I walk in the buildin' like oh my god
It's so many broads, in the Wraith when you look up it's so many stars
She say oh my gosh, I told her lil bitch say OMG
Pullin' on blocks we throwin' 3
I'm throwin' them blocks, I'm throwin' 3
Niggas wanna talk, I don't give a fuck
Stuntin' on the blcoks and these ducks
Bad bitches know they gonna look stuck
Ridin' in the cut, hoes get, ayy, I, I gotta nut, what?
Yo, fuck, bitch got a butt
Ass so fat but her face lookin' like a duck
I don't give a fuck 'cause the ass so fat that it look good enough
For the night, yeah, I get it right
Uh, everytime that I type
I don't write on Twitter
Bad bitches know me as the nigga
Stuntin' on the block, 25s with the jiggas
Bad lil' bitches poppin' mollies and the jiggas
In the block and you know I'm poppin' on the swisher
In the house just like swisher
I be ballin' on these niggas 20 times through the week
If the beat don't come back, we go to sleep, ayy