Tory Lanez - Priceless lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

This One Umbrella Mob is nothing to fuck wit

(Verse)

Aye bitch, I'm back in here to show ya I'm that nigga

All in the vent em bitches know ya as the nigga!

From the corner sellin' dope and buying swisha

Erry night I pray to God fo' my attention, lord

Lights and cameras, I came so hard I pay the price fo' cameras

I flew new ones fo' a night at Linus

And told my oldest bitch the flight was casual

My night is jumples

(Fuck this nigga)

(If I eva see him yeah, I'mma seduce him

(And right when he least expects it, take his wallet)

(And dip)

(Verse 2)

Mr. Feelings ya can go and call the police

Ridingya dirty in the car wit no lease

Skinny nigga, but my pocket's obese

Same nigga used to rob a show beats

Indebted Yung Bibby a Billy then

I need it go back to the Oh and the Rindian

Get real again

Fall back in Toronto where niggas will kill ya fo' who ya be chilling wit

And work from the shootas, the shorty ya screwing

ya not really wit the shizz, we don't really feel this shit!

When Grandmama kicked me out the crib I was only a baby

Said fuck it, I hustled a went and bought me a Mercedes

I whipped it, I whipped it when I would see 'er in the hallway

When she didn't see me I parked that bitch right in the driveway

(Oh, no) It's priceless!

(Verse 3)

I used to take the 41 to TO

Honda Civic rolling dimes and scopin' POs

Taxin' season tryna find a link on T4z

This ho told Argie ya gon need a check wit three O's

Life commitments, I need a shorty erry night to witness

Ya makin' models bring in ice and Guinness

And workin' pussy that's my type of fitness

I'm shuggin' $$ like I'm Donald Trump

(Ya can't see them? Put the money in the duffle, yeah)

(Ah, yeah, that gangsta shit)

(Verse 4)

Let 'em niggas know 'em yappas on that reload

Gots the ground where ya stand worth a kilo

Smoking Swishers, motion pictures, Tarantino

Balling hard, it's Archie Fargo fucking Veno

Hey fucka we comin' fo' all of 'em

Don't pay fo' no oregano, smokin' on flax

He's dope on my clutch, I got my scope on the punch

I be so fresh and so clean, bitch ya see soap in my toilets

My teacher Miss Thomas told me I would neva be nothing

I looked her ass dead in the face and said I'm gon' be sumething

She told me that in a few years I'd be catchin' a busting

Now I'm catchin' the car service and guess who the driver: her husband!

It's priceless! (Oh no!)