Tory Lanez

Tory Lanez - We Made It lyrics

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[Intro:]

It’s a lot of it, niggas!

Hold your old ass...

I’m smoking it nigga

I got weed, a lot of it, niggas!

Yeah, uh

Niggas we made it!

Niggas get jealous, the owners can’t tell shit

Niggas we’re playing!

Look at that picture we’re painting

My shit make your shit get repainted

My nigga, I’m faded!

Ask all the payment,

Cause this year I promise they got it,

We take it!

Fuck all them bitches that hated last year

I got lazy, cause nigga, we fucking made it!

No, I ain’t giving up favors!

If niggas is talking, they’re ditching in school,

But is ...that niggas my neighbor!

These hundreds I’m running,

I eat with... and niggas that get to that pamper.

I’m back on the road and I find no babies

A baby, just hit on my pager

Nigga, I made it!

This shit was a movie, I took her for sushi

My tickets for Louie, my chick out of truly

Your bitches are groupies.

One of the...

My nigga booked me a fly

I was gonna book her a ticket to fuck her,

But it only took me one night

And I’m damn down

Head in the Porsche, I crush the Panamera

And got a damn shot, cause I’m the man in here!

Walking with the metal,

Cause the motherfucking devil ain’t plan to fail

I thought damn...

Liquor and the weed got me looking like a nigga with a blank style

I’m in the bank, yo!

Every time I step up in your city,

I’m the nigga getting banked out

As I said it before

You should get on the high, you’re getting head on the low

I’ll be getting the dough, but really getting the dough

I got the crazy movement, and that’s chatty to go

Operating to flow, enough finesse on the low

Uh, you can’t have a nigga when I’m coming out a...

Niggas talk money, but it’s funny till you down see me like...

Uh, everything I’m doing, gotta have it all in it.

Uh, all the more, all the call...

Authentic!

These streets wanna know why you’re...

Ain’t no doing no features!

I’m not one for answers,

The only thing I am is ready when he is!

And leaving Jesus, I kneel to my keeper that help me spit...

My women left... then spill on designer,

They know I got cleaners!

Fuck with me, Shawty!

If it ain’t me, then who else?

We’re learning from Merlyn

Don’t bite off the hand that’s gonna feed you some wealth!

Kill her on the street, I’m preaching and I repeat

No sleep, I creep with my heat

Living on the street with my peep

The nigga might try breathe off!

Gone off the tour

About to go hop on the other one

Tell them fuck niggas don’t fuck back

Yeah! Just like the summer...

Said it when I was eleven,

When I put the penance to the .. like paramedics pad

When I pull the.. but he’s pushing in essential

We don’t took it in the...

Sugar in the cooking session

Niggas ... that you took a lesson.

But I did not hear the woman... with girl blessing

And know the motherfucker in the hood

Rapping like a motherfucker hood rapper.

I swear I should be playing with you!

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