Tory Lanez - August 19th

August 19th Lyrics

Turn me, turn the, turn the beat down a little bit
Now I'm not just sayin' that shit for the intro
Yeah, I sound good
Fix the pre-
I'm sippin' on Jupiña and Patron nigga
Someshit like that
Uh, yeah

Yeah I swear I'm feelin' like my greatest ever
Niggas like a cuban link the way we stay together
Shoutout all my ex's y'all just made me better
I had a couple of your friends rock my favorite sweaters
Strip club or sun and rain the way we change the weather
We ain't pay together
I feel like I got mai tai's the way I made forever
Fuck them bitches
They ain't gotta run no numbers my nigga so up 'em digits
We the paid dogs, made money made sauce
Niggas got a feelin' nigga not a single day off, nah
Supposed to attend the Juno's but I'm out with Uno
Said fuck story, cut a track with Roy
They want me up in Liv, this shit like 50 bands
They got the money but fuck 'em dog if they can't afford me
Out in Europe on tour, bitches can't ignore me
Ain't gotta send no video to my phone
Them bitches out there would gram it for me
It's so crazy
I done came from beggin' niggas for change to sellin' out all My shows like I'm HOV, Jay Z
My flow so pimp like ho pay me
I've been ballin' out these shows
Gettin' money all day, stylin' on these hoes
Feelin' like I'm in New Orleans and hoes look at me like Mr. Carter at the 'Grove
Trap star killin' shit, slaughter at the stove
Miss me with the bullshit, I started like I'm Rose
Pissin' off fathers got they daughters at the shows
Set the standards high so I went and copped the Rolls
Went and copped the Wraith when I shoulda bought the Ghost
And Tice just walked in man, he hot up off the stove
Killin' radio, I guess that shit we got in common
A 150k in a week, fuck a comment
No blog can stop me, no dog can stop me
Menace to society, old dogs beside me
Check 'em he might pull out, woah dog he's grimy
I was in the hall sellin' ?? in real life
Jump shot ugly but I ball dog in real life
I give the game insight to my trill life
Then I pick and roll this shit like a give and go
James Brown, mixtape, album, I give 'em soul
Plan to go diamond while a nigga give 'em gold
Shit is gettin' realer and my niggas gettin' triller
At the BET like how they give my shit to Tiller
I mean that's my nigga but I came up from the skrilla
And I want that shit the hardest, every artist gotta feel 'em
(How you like that babe?)
My flow is like (?) in vanilla
Have 'em all shook, give 'em Parkinsons and kill ya
I'm movin' like Marcy and Matilda
Flow so cold, they could do it nigga, sly me
Screw face capital nigga, we from the grimy
Shooters Dej Loaf, they don't let a nigga try me
Stretchin' a brick
Bitches they connected to my dick
I swear you woulda had to call 'em hoes siamese
At home, shady niggas cookin' with the Chinese
Hood bitch from Brooklyn, had her lookin' like a dime piece
Camp David sessions got me goin' in with Johann
Ex conversations nigga, I ain't tryna prolong
My flow so strong, nigga the dough so long
Shooters that come with all the machines like Voltron
Niggas faker than the shit that got sold on
And they gettin' jealous the flow is just so embellished
Niggas got it switched like somehow we made each other
XXL pissed, somehow I ain't take they cover
So they writin' blog shit, taunt me and say I'm wrong
Like damn, Vanessa, dog, I thought we was fuckin' dogs
When I was fuckin' off these niggas was uninvolved
They hate they gotta blog me, they hate that I come in charge
(How you like that babe)
I got problems that I gotta come resolve
Till them pussy niggas check me I'll be stuntin' with my dogs

They not gon' like me dog, haha, I Told You. But niggas gotta respect me though. We run the city in our jogging pants nigga. Nigga like Fargo he keep it cooler than Teddy Pendergrass in a snowstorm sipping milkshake with his throw on nigga, haha. Jahlil what up nigga. Canada

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