paroles de chanson Staccato - Tory Lanez
Fuckin′
these
bitches,
they
came
out
of
Milano
She
want
me
to
come,
but
ain't
got
all
the
time,
no
The
other
day
I
was
broke,
came
back
in
designer
Lil′
mama
left
me
alone,
came
back
and
the
time's
up
Ayy,
singin'
to
the
bank,
my
money
staccato
I
ain′t
on
no
bullshit,
this
ain′t
no
Chicago
I
went
from
jettin'
from
stores,
to
jet
in
the
sky
though
My
nigga,
the
world
yours,
whatever′s
inside
though
220s
on
my
head,
just
made
it
to
six-speed
Used
to
have
love
for
you
bitches,
now
I'm
like,
"Bitch,
please"
Now
and
then
I
gotta
say
it
like
my
nigga
Weeknd
Fuck
needin′
a
bitch,
I'm
what
a
bitch
need
230
thousand
on
the
Bentley
So
even
when
it′s
dirty,
know
my
shit
clean
Got
a
thick
bih,
her
name's
Christina
Out
Miami
with
the
whip,
hop
out
of
Prestige,
yeah
Ayy,
shawty
know
I
been
on
some
boss
shit,
ayy
She
fuckin'
with
me
′cause
I′m
a
vibe,
my
nigga
I
spent
25
all
on
my
side
bitch
And
if
I
get
caught,
I'ma
deny
it
I′ma
deny
it,
I'm
a
fuckin′
rider
Got
a
bad
bitch
for
the
nigga,
pussy
fire
She
strip
down
like
Malia
or
Maya
And
I
been
on
the
side
tryna
buy
her
some
time
off
Ayy,
I'm
hotter
than
Folgers
Money
so
thick,
can′t
fold
it,
I
told
you
Came
back,
put
my
baby
mama
in
a
Rover
Card
got
no
limit,
bitch,
I'm
a
soldier,
ugh
Fuckin'
these
bitches,
they
came
out
of
Milano
She
want
me
to
come,
but
ain′t
got
all
the
time,
no
The
other
day
I
was
broke,
came
back
in
designer
Lil′
mama
left
me
alone,
came
back
and
the
time's
up
Ayy,
singin′
to
the
bank,
my
money
staccato
I
ain't
on
no
bullshit,
this
ain′t
no
Chicago
I
went
from
jettin'
from
stores,
to
jet
in
the
sky
though
My
nigga,
the
world
yours,
whatever′s
inside
though
Honey,
am
I
wrong
for
thinkin'
every
woman
wanna
fuck
me?
And
if
she
don't,
she
probably
get
it
wet,
it
must
be
None
of
my
biddies
put
no
niggas
above
me
I
done
pulled
up
Southside,
all
my
bitches
side-side
of
me
Couldn′t
be
a
fake
nigga
if
I
tried
to
be
Ayy,
Louis
Vuitton
shorts,
Dior,
four-course
Let
a
goofy
nigga
fuck
and
we
can′t
fuck
no
more
I'm
a
big
money
nigga
on
a
jet
Girl,
give
me
that
pussy,
let
me
make
it
wet
for
ya
I
told
you
can
get
the
world,
baby,
if
you
rep
the
set
She
was
out
before
the
check
Alphabet,
I′m
a
G,
fuck
her
ex,
no
sweat
To
the
left,
to
the
left,
to
the
left
Everything
you
fuckin'
own
is
in
a
box
to
the
left
Ayy,
I′m
on
the
yachty,
I
got
them
thots
to
the
left
She
a
bop,
I'ma
flex,
got
rocks
for
my
neck,
yeah
Fuckin′
these
bitches,
they
came
out
of
Milano
She
want
me
to
come,
but
ain't
got
all
the
time,
no
The
other
day
I
was
broke,
came
back
in
designer
Lil'
mama
left
me
alone,
came
back
and
the
time′s
up
Ayy,
singin′
to
the
bank,
my
money
staccato
I
ain't
on
no
bullshit,
this
ain′t
no
Chicago
I
went
from
jettin'
from
stores,
to
jet
in
the
sky
though
My
nigga,
the
world
yours,
whatever′s
inside
though
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