Letra de B.B.W.W x Fake Show - Tory Lanez
Letra de canci�n de B.B.W.W x Fake Show de Tory Lanez lyrics
Part 1: B.B.W.W
Yeah, bought a new white Wraith, last night, nearly crashed it
Spinnin' out on a highway, 720 in a Aspin
Bad bitch in the passeng', seen her whole life flashin'
Ray whippin' a McLaren right behind me, nigga, spun right past him
Thank God I'm alive
Thank God but I probably gotta spend a bank job on a ride
Back bumper, white Wraith, cost 19k, uh
But that ain't nothin' in my safe, uh
All you rappers ain't safe, uh, let me say it with the bass, uh
All you rappers ain't safe, uh, all you singers ain't safe, uh
First single had me in the crib puttin' platinum plaques into place
Dropped Luv, went top Pop, Club, everything just grace
Grammy-nominated on the first album, motherfuckers see the face
Look at me
I know these niggas is trippin', these niggas is shook of me
Bust down, bust down, bust down, Raphael, what you did to me?
I need the money at last, I need the money advance
Tell me the money is near, I ain't comin' out the van
Key close, gotta keep hoes by the G code, got three hoes in a G4
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Got A, B, C, D, F, G, X, Y and Z hoes
I'm still ballin' like D. Rose, I'm still poppin' on Vevos
I'm still lookin' like, wait, still sippin' on tea soles
My dick giant like Fifo, if you need know
Money singin' in a C-Note like Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La-Ti-Do
Did it for my niggas back home
In a fiend house, sellin' crack on a trap phone in a crack home
Winter time gettin' cold, had to go to Bramaleas
Steal a jacket up out of Jack Jones
Rogers had me gettin' mad at the phone bill, switchin' to the black phone, yeah
I had to switch to a Telus, ain't really shit you could tell us
All of y'all niggas is jealous, ah
Runnin' through the check, money upset, all of these niggas is mad at me
Ten chains, buy ten rings on a nigga, lookin' like the swag daddy
I can't keep a girlfriend, too busy tryna make the bag happy
Cali girly throw it back at me in a back ally and a cat daddy, yeah
I say bust down, bust down, I throw dick at your bitch
She gon' touchdown, touchdown, bitch, I'm up now, what now?
F*** 'bout what you talkin' 'bout, that shit sound like us now
My shit sound like what now?
Yeah, bought a new white Wraith, last night, nearly crashed it
Spinnin' out on a highway, 720 in a Aspin
Bad bitch in the passeng', seen her whole life flashin'
Ray whippin' a McLaren right behind me, nigga, spun right past him
Thank God I'm alive
Thank God but I probably gotta spend a bank job on a ride
Back bumper, white Wraith, cost 19k, uh
But that ain't nothin' in my safe, uh
All you rappers ain't safe, uh, let me say it with the bass, uh
All you rappers ain't safe, uh, all you singers ain't safe, uh
First single had me in the crib puttin' platinum plaques into place
Dropped Luv, went top Pop, Club, everything just grace
Grammy-nominated on the first album, motherfuckers see the face
Look at me
I know these niggas is trippin', these niggas is shook of me
Bust down, bust down, bust down, Raphael, what you did to me?
I need the money at last, I need the money advance
Tell me the money is near, I ain't comin' out the van
Key close, gotta keep hoes by the G code, got three hoes in a G4
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/b-b-w-w-x-fake-show-tory-lanez.php
Got A, B, C, D, F, G, X, Y and Z hoes
I'm still ballin' like D. Rose, I'm still poppin' on Vevos
I'm still lookin' like, wait, still sippin' on tea soles
My dick giant like Fifo, if you need know
Money singin' in a C-Note like Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La-Ti-Do
Did it for my niggas back home
In a fiend house, sellin' crack on a trap phone in a crack home
Winter time gettin' cold, had to go to Bramaleas
Steal a jacket up out of Jack Jones
Rogers had me gettin' mad at the phone bill, switchin' to the black phone, yeah
I had to switch to a Telus, ain't really shit you could tell us
All of y'all niggas is jealous, ah
Runnin' through the check, money upset, all of these niggas is mad at me
Ten chains, buy ten rings on a nigga, lookin' like the swag daddy
I can't keep a girlfriend, too busy tryna make the bag happy
Cali girly throw it back at me in a back ally and a cat daddy, yeah
I say bust down, bust down, I throw dick at your bitch
She gon' touchdown, touchdown, bitch, I'm up now, what now?
F*** 'bout what you talkin' 'bout, that shit sound like us now
My shit sound like what now?
