Corrección Letra Freestyle with Tory Lanez par Adin Ross, Jasper & Tory Lanez

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Earl On The Beat
Lousy
Yeah, huh, yeah, yeah
Ayy, uh, uh

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 motherf**kin' 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 motherf**kin' wife
You guys were in sync
Tory, take over, go crazy

Uh, uh, uh, uh, takе over
F**ked a bad b*t*h, now she need a makеover
Uh, these n***as, they talkin' on tracks
As soon as I see 'em I can tell they over
I'm f**kin' these b*t*hes
Runnin' on time, I'm runnin' these switches
Bunch of hoes c*mmin' all over my...
Bunch of b*t*hes c*mmin' all over my d**k
They come in my kitchen, they washin' my dishes
Washin' my clothes, f**kin' these hoes
With the bros, and ya know
And I'm, spendin' millis on clothes
Bad lil' b*t*hes, we gettin' rich than a motherf**ker
Ayy, got b*t*hes and they all on my d**k 'cause I'm
Hella rich with the motherf**kin' sh*t and I
Ayy, don't play, bad b*t*h come with me
And she keep an AK, 'cause that's the end of the day
We rollin' up pressure
You playin' gangsta, we'll test ya
I got, f**k, wait, 20,000 on the dresser
She wanna f**k 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
F**k, he got the F, f**k
He got the ad-lib, that sh*t sound cool
She see them racks and the chain and she drool, f**k

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (Fantom)
Smokin' on packs, preferably Black Leprachaun
All of these hoes, they on my arm
All of these b*t*hes, they know I'm a don
Stuntin' on the b*t*hes come back to the 6s
I spit 3s like I'm playin' with the 6s
Bad b*t*h like she playin' with the mixes
Bad b*t*hes keep playin' with my jig, uh
Bad b*t*h wanna get on my Insta
I told the b*t*h to keep chill and be quiet
I got bad b*t*hes tryna get by
Don't chill 'fore a n***a get violent
I got bad b*t*hes and they comin' wildin'
Ayy, I see a motherf**ker smilin'
20,000 bad b*t*hes on an island
20,000 bad b*t*hes goin' private, mmm
She make it clap, I got the strap
21 gats, feel like I'm Savage
21 b*t*hes and none of them average
I'm gon' f**k me tonight me a bad b*t*h
I don't give a f**k about n***as
I don't give a f**k about hoes
I don't give a f**k 'bout your bros
I don't give a f**k 'bout your toes
Your hoes, your manicure, pedicure, toes
I'm comin' on the block with the rocks
20 inch Glocks in my socks
N***as keep blowin' that crazy a** sh*t
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
B*t*hes is coming to the mall and they goin' in frenzies
Lookin' at Tory, look at my story
All of these b*t*hes they look at me growin' up fast like a n***a was 40
I don't even know what I'm sayin' but tonight I'm 'bout to take y'all b*t*hes and have me an orgy

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

Uh, who the f**k remade my beat? Damn
Mm, who the f**k remade my beat? Damn, this is the hook
Ayy, who the f**k remade my beat? Damn
Sh*t, who the f**k remade my beat? Ayy

Who the f**k 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 f**k 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 b*t*h
Bad lil' nicks off the chick
Bad lil' hip when I come through and b*t*h likes coke on my sh*t 'cause the b*t*h take a sniff off my d**k
I'm ballin' I keep comin' in callin'
Bad lil' b*t*h and the comin' in rawin'
Ayy, stuntin' like Ross, I'm spauldin', that mean I'm ballin'
N***a I said it too many times but it's okay 'cause the sh*t'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
Who the f**k remade my beat? Damn, uh, uh
Who the f**k remade my beat? Damn, uh, uh
Who the f**k remade my beat? Damn
Y'all stupid a** n***as stop tryna come up off me, damn, uh, uh
Who the f**k remade my beat? These trumpets suck

A-Rag be rappin' so motherf**kin' hard (Hard, b*t*h)
I just took this motherf**kin' rap, it's a bar
Bar, b*t*h, Tory signed me that's a motherf**kin' 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 sh*t, I really got a flow
I really go all day, call me the pro
Look, I just got done f**kin' your ugly a** ho
She wasn't really ugly, kinda meaty
She had a nice, uh, graffiti, beaty, booty

Real Florida sh*t, 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 sh*t's the best, that sh*t 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 sh*t, Florida sh*t
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 gla**es
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

F**k no, this n***a trash as hell, he tryna roast me
I don't got no motherf**kin' bars today
I just came on here 'cause he gay
I don't know what else to say

Uh, pa** this sh*ts to Tory
I was in Miami last night, 40 b*t*hes all at the story
Pullin' up down in the yurrs
Fly a bad b*t*h out to paris
I knew she was gon' f**k 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 b*t*h say OMG
Pullin' on blocks we throwin' 3
I'm throwin' them blocks, I'm throwin' 3
N***as wanna talk, I don't give a f**k
Stuntin' on the blcoks and these ducks
Bad b*t*hes know they gonna look stuck
Ridin' in the cut, hoes get, ayy, I, I gotta nut, what?
Yo, f**k, b*t*h got a b***
A** so fat but her face lookin' like a duck
I don't give a f**k 'cause the a** 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 b*t*hes know me as the n***a
Stuntin' on the block, 25s with the jiggas
Bad lil' b*t*hes 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 n***as 20 times through the week
If the beat don't come back, we go to sleep, ayy

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