Tory Lanez - The Vent paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson The Vent - Tory Lanez



Yeah (you make me believe, ooh)
Start this shit off right (you make me believe, yeah, yeah)
(Make me believe)
Why don't we? (Make me believe)
(You make me believe)
Oh, man, oh man (you make me believe)
Feels good though (make me believe)
Listen
Everybody's a critic, shit, everybody can get it
Got all these plaques on the wall, man
Every car that I sit in and sat and slid in exhaust
Six cylinder engine, ceilings with stars, nigga, of course, I'm
Venitian Bridge drivin', 395 and more alive than I have ever been
Spinnin' night, it's a tie
Did some tusslin' with thugger friends, but fuck it then
We can't each other brother 'til somebody fight but nobody die?
I see grey clouds, covered in skies, cover my eyes
Variety, Time magazine cover, cover with lies
Who is payin' Rolling Stone for these covers and stories?
Smuggle with more than a bunch of lies
They cheese truffle with fries, I
Started this year with Madonna inside my DM, new condo, it's for my BM
I sit back and double track on that statement
I started cakin' and then cocked in the colosseum
Ain't it crazy how life changes?
I was popped, and now I got the princess of pop on my pages
Makin' statements, it's outrageous
It's like Madonna, mama, after all them people you kissed
We couldn't have did this over a dinner date with some steaks?
I'm goin' too far, damn, there goes my kiss on the stage
I'm re-cuttin' my keys, put pad on my sleeve
Leathers in back on my V's, steppers in back of my seats
Lawyer, I'm smackin' the fee, I'm so intact when I speak
Flowin' so off of the wall, I'm Mike Jack' on the beat
Bitches still jackin' my D
They look at Tory like, "He done invented the NFT"
They tried to put me in a box, I said
"Fuck it, I'ma create a small circle then carve my way out the center, and then I'm free"
I put more feet on you niggas neck than a centipede
I'm cold as December breeze
Catch me sleepin' on niggas, no anesthesia
And I'm duckin' all the Jezebels and Genevieves
Uber eats to ten degrees, triple H, my pedigree
Rappers sit in studio and talk about my moves and how I move
I'm out fuckin' their bitches, it's how I do, that's how I knew
I get the glance of their eye, the "Hey" and the "How are you?"
Soon as the dick get in 'em, infos start to spillin', listen
I'm like Frank White, sellin' real bass
I'm not scared of Twitter, it's not a real place
I give a damn about a opp all on the Instagram
Ten reservated dinners, sittin' with my bitches, layin' (ow, mm, yeah)
I still stop when I go, how am I hot when it's cold?
They said I was blackballed, my black balls started to show
I feel like I'm on mission, CJ, ride to the Grove
I'm on time and it shows
And Jay just bought the Lambo', two hunnid ninety, he glowin'
And fuck a time, shit, I rather share time with my homies
Y'all niggas lost worth like puttin' diamonds on Rollies
Slime green paint on the Urus, I'm still drivin' the homies
And some of y'all favorite celebrity bitches
Fuck me in private, they hate me in public
Imagine the state of discussion, they say
"Soon as your court case over, my label say it's cool that we datin' in public"
I'm like, "Nah, fuck it, I already fucked it"
And by that time, I'll be overseas sippin' tea and crumpets
I wore the face that you niggas could laugh at
Felt like Tyler Perry, Madea's jumpers
I'm warmin' up, pre-heat the oven, y'all see me comin'
Who the next celeb to mention me?
Instagram and Twitter tweets, I'ma see 'em eventually
If they say my name, they better say, "He the best" next to me
I just gave the rap game the recipe to NFT and please
Fuck niggas, stop tellin' me who I sound like
Tellin' me I sound like, ten different dudes
When them ten different dudes don't sound alike
How that even makes sense? This shit ain't even soundin' right
Fargo
For real, I'm sayin'
We spendin' like the last days (ha, haha)
We movin' like the last train in Paris
It's on the train tracks, and it's movin'
We rich forever
I can't celebrate my past ways
Not when we livin' in these last days (haha, ha)
You tellin' me, "Have faith, have faith, have faith"



Writer(s): Daystar Peterson


Tory Lanez - Sorry 4 What
Album Sorry 4 What
date de sortie
30-09-2022




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