Ty Dolla $ign – Droptop In The Rain (feat. Tory Lanez) lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Droptop
Hitmaka
Droptop
Droptop, skrrt
Dolla $ign

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know you love it, I know you love it
Kissin’ and touchin’, when we in public
I know you love it
That pussy feels like

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Droptop in the rain, oh, oh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Hop out, droptop
Won’t stop, won’t stop, ball out
Put it in the deep end
Soon as I send it
Living with no regrets

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just wanna see you on a
Bed, legs, spread, yeah
I just wanna see you on a
Bed, legs, spread, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know you love it, I know you love it
Kissin’ and touchin’, when we in public
I know you love it
That pussy feels like

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Droptop in the rain, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Let me get you throwed up
I’ll get you poured up
Shoppin’ in south, baby
I know we goin’ up
Ooh yeah, top down in the rain
You’s a freak and girl I see you
Keep it honest, drop it on me, oh

[Refrain: Tory Lanez]
I just wanna see you naked
Legs spread, on my, yeah
I just wanna see you naked
Legs spread, on my, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Tory Lanez]
I know you love it, I know you love it
Yeah, yeah
Kissin’ and touchin’, when we in public
Kissin’ and touchin’, when we in public
I know you love it
That pussy feels like

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Droptop in the rain, oh, oh

Tory Lanez – Memories Don’t Die (Freestyle)

[Intro]
Turn it up a little bit
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
Tory Lanez got the block on whiplash
The cops on draw quick fast so my shit stashed
I keep a big fifth stashed in the whip dash
Trip, catch six in a second like quick flash
Bitch pass if you ain’t lettin’ the clique smash
I switch tags just so I could let my chicks brag
Niggas whole swag ain’t half my chicks bag
No jokes, those’ll get you smoked like quick drag
I click fast and blang your bitch ass
Brain from your chick in the whip that I just crashed
Sound wow like Tory puttin’ a thou down
Tryna make a bitch bow down in the chow chows
Don’t you know I sing songs with a mink on
And have chicks dripping like the sink in their string thong?
I ding dong ditch bitches when the fling gone
With a mink on and four fingers that my rings on
Quick drawin’ like you don’t know where my dick going
Like I ain’t been up in your chick dorm since the flip phones
My ice rocky, nice jocky
So much maple leaf money, niggas think I’m playing ice hockey
I’m that fly type, move through the night cocky
Bitch, I look so good, even the dykes watch me
I’m on indictment with a bad lightskin
Chain rain so much water they think we ’bout to have lightning
When I spit, niggas think I’m in that lab fightin’
Niggas think that I’m left hooking and I’m jab writin’
One thing is, I ain’t in that lab writin’, nigga everything is off top
Word to my bald spot
I used to have to stash work in my broad spot
Cops came, had to stash work in the bra strap
Phone calls and my connect is just a call drop
We don’t count down on those, that’s a ball drop
Come on akh, pretendin’ y’all niggas on block
Twin fives put like ten of y’all niggas on shots
We could do it however y’all niggas wan’ rock
Make this shit pop like oil in a chrome pot
And it don’t stop
I’m not a picture painter but I will put a nigga in his own chalk
I let the .9 spill
I got a ill lil’ shooter out in Brownsville down for the wild deal
I’ll feel blessed if nigga test and my shooter leave him streched ’til the bones in his spine chill
I’m ill nigga, this is not a time drill
I used to serve on the strip and watch Seinfield
Man, I remember serving on the strip
Watching out for cops hoping out suburbans on the strip
Working on the strip, chilling with a .30 on my hip
Whole team of shooters, bunch of Steph Curries in my clique
Boy, I’m a wild boy, check the style, boy
I’m a real baller, you a towel boy
I’ll put ’em in the future, no Elroy
‘Cause I pop tops like I’m opening some Altoids
Breath minty and fresh Fendi
Got a hustler chick down to smuggle bricks through the West Indies
I’ll hustle ’til it’s nothing left in me, and the plug hear ’bout me and gotta invest in me
I send semi’s at any nigga that’s testin’ me
I’m prayin’ to the lord, he’s the one that been blessing me
But yo, I got a sick set
And my jewels like dipset
And we on cam like dipset
These fuck niggas say they coming for the kid neck?
Give you dog shots like I’m checking in a sick pet
Got street ties with the street guys
Even if they fly on G5s, they’ll kill you for a G5
Fifteen hunnid, my FN gunning
My dawg copped twenty birds, and they just keep coming
He sold four and plus he let a sick team run ’em
We ain’t talking ’bout a verse when it’s a sixteen coming (check)
I’m a real nigga
I keep a Tommy on my body but when you see me, I ain’t wearin’ Hilfigher
Just a ladder and a roofer that’ll drill niggas
And down to take his charge when he kill niggas
Look, I’m the hot kid in the school
I pull up to the party and I pop chicks in the pool
Hot chicks say I’m hot and my dick is a jewel
Just let me box with that twat, I’ll stick it and move
Yo, she like the way my wrist dance
She like the way the wrists on my fist dance
Every time a nigga switch hands
And my guns and shooters on quickstands
You would thinks the guns designer, they way they come in rip pants
Wrist cuts, my wrist slants and I’m in the truck getting jiggy, tryna get up in your chick pants
Bitch dance
It’s four hoes with me, if them four hoes did me, shawty, it won’t be a fifth chance
My whole stretch from south France to Brisbane
And they attached to the arms like wrist bands
Look, I send ’em up and I’ma send a [?] back if they sent ’em up
My dawg got a twenty on him and a semi tucked
But, I’ve been in so many life or death situations, I just wanna live it up
I dropped it off and I picked it up
And my Joels all Embiided and I’m feeling all sixered up
I’m in the club tryna find a thick chick to fuck
Man, after all my neck and wrist is all glittered up
Bitches wanna fuck it up, now they want to lick it up
They man hear about it next day and wan’ get me touched
In a Bentley, tints tucked, Cuban linked up
Big chain on me in case I gotta get you inked up
Wrink up, see the wrist roller wrinked up
Whole squad looking like we robbed us a Brink’s truck
Any cat that know Lanez know I’m worldwide
I leave you on your sweatshirt like Earl died
I’m more wavy than a surfer on a curl tide
And you a bitch, even lookin’ from your girl’s eyes
I’m a stunna, my wrist done up, my girls got the scar tissue on her tits done up
Fucking with her, I’ma have to lift gun up and bang bang ’til the tissue on your hip come up
I’m a all around star player
I’m a lot of y’all father like Darth Vader
Fuck niggas know I charge for my hard labour
I spent nights in that cold for that hard paper
Listen, that’s why I feel I’m the most hot in the place
A lot of niggas saying they hot but they not in the place
And your block? It ain’t hot, man it’s safe
Next nigga diss Tory Lanez ’bout to get shot in his face, nigga
I hate niggas that lie and move funny
That why keep fly and chill on the cruise money
Y’all niggas lose money, y’all niggas just snooze money
Just look at my blood, my shit is just ooze money
Look, I do this for that youngin’ on the corner
That hustle all day though he never had a daughter
He never had a father, he hustle in the corner
I’m telling that he wilding tryna truck the shit to Florida
But niggas love to hustle, it’s aura
When you come up from the poor, you struggle and you short
You gon’ do it for mother, lost your brother to the force
So you in the only son to keep the loving in the core
Every day you ducking strays tryna run in to the store
And you can’t afford a bed, layin’ covers on the floor
And you momma’s stressing and her blood pressure getting lower
And your daughter want that brand new toy
But it’s hard to show her that you broke and can’t afford it
So you on the corner, niggas talking shit and the plug, he keep avoidin’ ya
So you wanna hustle and you tryna get your coin up
Out there on your own, but shit, Satan will corner ya
So you wanna own, tryna get your own up
Now I’m on my own, I’m just tryna get my own up
Had to come through, 54, bought the chrome up
Niggas tried to hate, had to bring back the chrome up
I’m on Funk Flex, ay yo fuck everybody that said, "fuck Flex"
I don’t care what niggas talk and how they wan’ talk
I’m on my thing and my niggas let them things bark
Listen, look, I been this way, I don’t care how the fuck I’m coming in this way
I’m with my nigga Ray, my nigga Uno and my nigga GP
Niggas come through, I got them bitches on the CD
They gon’ watch me like we on the DVD
I don’t give a fuck man, you see me on the TV
And I’m all up in the Champs, and I’m all up in Adidas
I got all the bad bitches, more stripes than a zebra
Niggas hatin’ on me, ’cause they see me and I’m gettin’-
Fuck around, see me magazine, up all up in the features
XXL ain’t want me on the cover, next year they came around
I fucked around and dubbed ’em
I don’t give a fuck, y’all nigga know how I be rocking
Forty fifth on the block, niggas milly rocking
Ciroc poppin’, shout out my nigga French
That French Vanilla is lit and the shit is intense
I had a bad bitches threesomes last night
It was mad riches, all my niggas savages
I come to the block, above the averages
I don’t give a fuck, my niggas

Tory Lanez, Major Lazer & Cashmere Cat – Miss You

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Took time to get you
Took time to let you know
Tried to forget you
You’re unforgettable

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
There’s 24 hours in a day
I think about you more than 24 times
Just trying not to think about you
But you’ve been on my mind
I got nothing for you but time
‘Cause you always end up by my side
Through loving you, I needed time
I needed time, and now I’m like

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Can I hit it like that?
Like this, like that?
Uh-huh, you know
Can I kiss it like that?
Like this, like that?
Remember that
Heaven, it feels like that
I won’t lie to you, no, no
Can I hit it like that?
I’ve been waiting

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
For you, you, you
Oh you, you, you
Oh you, you, you
Oh you
I’ve been waiting on and on and-

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Took time to find you
You left to go away
Must I remind you, feelings don’t go astray, no

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
There’s 24 hours in a day
I think about you more than 24 times
Just trying not to think about you
But you’ve been on my mind
I got nothing for you but time
‘Cause you always end up by my side
Through loving you, I needed time
I needed time, and now I’m like

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Can I hit it like that?
Like this, like that?
Uh-huh, you know
Can I kiss it like that?
Like this, like that?
Remember that
Heaven, it feels like that
I won’t lie to you, no, no
Can I hit it like that?
I’ve been waiting

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
For you, you, you
Oh you, you, you
Oh you, you, you
Oh you
I’ve been waiting

[Outro: Tory Lanez]
Oh yes, it’s true, true, true, true
I can be different for you, you, you, you
Show me the things I gotta do, do, do, do
I will be different for you, you, you, you
You, woah

Tory Lanez, Major Lazer & Cashmere Cat – Miss You (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Took time to get you
Took time to let you know
Tried to forget you
You’re unforgettable

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
There’s 24 hours in a day
I think about you more than 24 times
Just trying not to think about you
But you’ve been on my mind
I got nothing for you but time
‘Cause you always end up by my side
Through loving you, I needed time
I needed time, and now I’m like

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Can I hit it like that?
Like this, like that?
Uh-huh, you know
Can I kiss it like that?
Like this, like that?
Remember that
Heaven, it feels like that
I won’t lie to you, no, no
Can I hit it like that?
I’ve been waiting

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
For you, you, you
Oh you, you, you
Oh you, you, you
Oh you
I’ve been waiting on and on and-

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Took time to find you
You left to go away
Must I remind you, feelings don’t go astray, no

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
There’s 24 hours in a day
I think about you more than 24 times
Just trying not to think about you
But you’ve been on my mind
I got nothing for you but time
‘Cause you always end up by my side
Through loving you, I needed time
I needed time, and now I’m like

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Can I hit it like that?
Like this, like that?
Uh-huh, you know
Can I kiss it like that?
Like this, like that?
Remember that
Heaven, it feels like that
I won’t lie to you, no, no
Can I hit it like that?
I’ve been waiting

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
For you, you, you
Oh you, you, you
Oh you, you, you
Oh you
I’ve been waiting

[Outro: Tory Lanez]
Oh yes, it’s true, true, true, true
I can be different for you, you, you, you
Show me the things I gotta do, do, do, do
I will be different for you, you, you, you
You, woah

Busta Rhymes – Girlfriend (feat. Tory Lanez & Vybz Kartel)

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo this shit sound like
This shit sound like the welcome music when you just landed in Kingston, Jamaica on a private nigga!
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air ( show em!) and let em’ know girlfriend

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Mommy on the dance floor she shake for me
Okra , steam fish prepare for me
Introduce her to my mother in another country (Fuck no!)
Make sure you never test me
Two branch chop off
Boil up the sensi
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Selector dem a play tune and me a MC
Or nah! Or nah! a Or nah me say Or nah !
All a the gyal them weh a dance u need fi go slow
Yeah yeah
Mom inna me section she a undress for me
In case you don’t, everything bless for me, Yeah!
Boof Baaf! beat a little boy carefully Koof Kaaf!
Beg you to watch here for me
Shoot that!
Gyal pull down your brazier for me
A you that ?

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air ( show em!) and let em’ know girlfriend

[Verse 2: Vybz Kartel]
Nicki Minaj booty squeeze it
Bet you say you love stew peas
Riri she have a fat coochie
Beyonce, big up Jay-Z
Ten gyal inna me Benz
Is a Sex-UV
Fuck pan the seat make the bedroom sleep
Plug in me matic fi go on the street
Look out the window, fucking police
Dawg oh no, who called the po-po that’s a no no
Me soon know who dweet
Loud with the weed me nuh care who see it
Busta which gyal that ? Who she ?
Babes ya forward ?

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air ( show em!) and let em’ know girlfriend

Verse 3: Tory Lanez

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Chorus (Busta Rhymes):
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air ( show em!) and let em’ know girlfriend

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
[]

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air ( show em!) and let em’ know girlfriend

[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
You can’t tell me this shit don’t feel like vacation
This shit feel like vacation nigga!

Loud pack – Tory Lanez feat. Dave East lyrics

Lyrics Tory Lanez – Loud pack

Keep you on my side like the loud pack
Baby where you been?
Dipping in a Benz
Need you right beside me like a loud pack
Party with your friends
Bring ’em to the crib
It’s all good with me, I got a loud pack
Bring it to the crib, you know what it is
We gon’ get it lit just like the loud pack
And I’m with the shits
Pull up with a stick
Pull up, light the motherf*cking loud pack.

I got two b*tches and they f*cking, uh yeah
Soon as you see me, you know what I’m on, yeah
New Lamborghini to .. the fun, oh yeah
The loud pack
Dipping in the ‘gatti, baby
You still got the body, baby
You still riding shotty with the loud pack
And it ain’t a thing to her
I can pull your main b*tch and all I do is sing to her
(Yeah-yeah-yeah-oh)
Lil T the one to tease me, want the whole thing
Still whipping and the digits long as lo mein
Whipping on the side on ’em.

Keep you on my side like the loud pack
Baby where you been?
Dipping in a Benz
Need you right beside me like a loud paaack
Party with your friends
Bring ’em to the crib
It’s all good with me, I got a loud paaack
Bring it to the crib, you know what it is
We gon’ get it lit just like the loud paaack
And I’m with the shits
Pull up with a stick
Pull up, light the motherf*cking loud paaack.

We go to Cali smoking Cali, this s**t loud
Backwood on fire, so got my eyes low, blow this pound
First class, I don’t do no more coach
When I was broke I still had smoke
That blunt not done, I hit that roach
Got two b*tches and they smoking out
We don’t know no drought
I can show you what this dough about
I woke up on a cloud, take off
My diamonds offset
Got her number, ain’t called yet
Lambo, the trunk in front of it, pulling up, I ain’t parked yet
On Collins couple Haitians close
Honestly we take jewelry better than we can take a joke
Got head off a eighth of dope versuri-lyrics.info
Came back to the crib, Back to the face I ain’t passing it
Before I used to package it
Lll the smoke and I mastered it, loud.

Keep you on my side like the loud paaack
Baby where you been?
Dipping in a Benz
Need you right beside me like a loud paaack
Party with your friends
Bring ’em to the crib
It’s all good with me, I got a loud paaack
Bring it to the crib, you know what it is
We gon’ get it lit just like the loud paaack
And I’m with the shits
Pull up with a stick
Pull up, light the motherf*cking loud packkk.
Tory Lanez lyrics
Video pack

Nasty C – Hell Naw (Bad Hair Extensions Album)

Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell Naw
Will I dumb it down a bit?

Hell Naw
Am I running with the shit?
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
You know you right my nigga

Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell Naw (Hell Naw)
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell Naw (Hell Naw)
Am I running with the shit?
(I really am)
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
(it’s all done)
You know you right

I’m making music for niggas in suits & ties
They all got a "money & evil" smile
Thats ending conversations with the "I’ll let my people call your people" line
I rap for the ones still in high school
Probably my age and they think I’m cool
For the little ones calling me uncle
Shit you know I do this for the dimes too

I’m tryna find out where mind at
BaI don’t think I’m crazy I’m beyond that
Every girl I’m with is either blessed or obsessed with dressing and looking like Beyoncé

And I’m a jiggy jigga, yea I’m on that
There’s not a thing I hate more than a contract
I been killing niggas since I was the kid that rushes home just to go play mortal combat

I’m tooo WAVy like format
I could really bring it to your doormat
I don’t think you wanna get embarrassed by the young king aaah-aah Noor man

I’m the leader, now just get behind me
You know you like my shit, you can’t deny it
Bro, i came up like BOOM BOOM BOOM, dead silence. Someone get the bodies, get the

Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell Naw
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell Naw
Am I running with the shit?
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
You know you right my nigga

Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell Naw (Hell Naw)
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell Naw (Hell Naw)
Am I running with the shit?
(I really am)
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
(it’s all done)
You know you right

The real ones listen to me when I tell my story
The fakes ones always wanna write it for me
I never wanted to rain on your parade
I started doing all of this for white Jordan’s
Now I made it. Clear .. to the store manager I want the shit delivered to me
It’s like.. All the niggas that you all praise.
Are just some other niggas to me
Dumbing down is a motherfuckn mission for me
I know a couple that could use a couple lyrics from me
I make all of my women mirror for me
And then I tell em would you please pick a pillow for me
Aaah nigga would you pleeese cry a river for me
Put a pistol to your head and pull the trigger for me
Tell me do you want a kidney or a liver from me?
If you hate me then why do you login to Twitter for me
Isn’t this a biiiitch tho
A short nigga came and hit a swiiish hoe
I’m doing every Day and night shift
Just to get it coz you ain’t really hot until your wrist cold
Can somebody order me some chill tho..
I really never ever had no chill, bro
But I’m really giving everybody chills.
Nigga chill chill chill, can somebody get the window. Damn can somebody get the window

Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell Naw
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell Naw
Am I running with the shit?
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
You know you right my nigga

Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell Naw (Hell Naw)
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell Naw (Hell Naw)
Am I running with the shit?
(I really am)
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
(it’s all done)
You know you right

Look at all the hurdles that I overcame
I told em as a young’in they would know the name
You should pull up to the hotel, shit is so insane
I’m kicking bitches out the traphouse like I’m Tory Lanez

Look at all the hurdles that I overcame
I told em as a young’in they would know the name
You should pull up to the hotel, shit is so insane
I’m kicking bitches out the traphouse like I’m Tory Lanez

I like my girls high like standards
They gotta pop like Jackson
They gotta be above average
They gotta take the dick like chances
You know you with it with your friends that don’t know Jesus
And that ass thick as thieves
I’m just Adam tryna eat the apple bottom off Eve
I’m tryna inspire man, do it for the youth
So I’mma cop a whip and say "Hell naw" to the roof
Hell naw to the the ceilings, fuck limits
This ain’t that kiddie flow so I can’t have you ducks in it
I’m married to the hustle man I’m stuck with it
It’s Bad Hair season nigga, fuck with it

Oh my – Pressa feat. Tory Lanez lyrics

Lyrics Pressa – Oh my

Nigga my young boy Pressa
Y’all niggas know who the f*ck it is.
I pull up and got no roofdoors, oh my
All my b*tches, yeah they Uber, oh my
When I pull up in a brand new, oh my
Flex two b*tches in a coupe though
/Oh my, oh myyy, oh myyy (ho!)/(x5)

Technical them ho
No control, no calibration
She gon’ freak whoever when she want freak to sat and take her
She thought to party with the kid like it’s a celebration
She just .. a star, .. congratiolations
Oeh, I’m wasted, Henny couldn’t waste it
She so D.T.F., the funny thing she so impatient
She gon’ like she take it, but she decide to save it
Ordinary black boy while she find me so amazing
Oeh, I’m wasted, Henny couldn’t waste it
She so DTF, the funny thing she so impatient
She gon’ like she take it, but she decide to save it
Ordinary black boy while she find me so amazing
Then I bought the coupe boy
This thing didn’t just happen, this was something that I asked for
She confused, she a hoe, she gon’ rock me like a rock
She could squat to work the pole
Now it’s rock the boat, I got more ways than a boat
I get more money than most, bundled up like eskimo’s
Swear all niggas do the most
I got the wyv, I got the sauce
Oops, I mean the watch
She just wanna steal my thing ’cause I’m busting like a watch.

I pull up and got no roofdoors, oh myyy
All my b*tches, yeah they Uber, oh myyy
When I pull up in a brand new, oh myy
Flex two b*tches in a coupe though
/Oh my, oh myyy, oh myyy (hooo!)/(x5)
Pressa lyrics
Video my

Tory Lanez – Whats Luv (feat. Nyce) (Chixtape 4 Album)

[Intro: Tory Lanez]
New York City
We got another one
Tory Lanez the don
Whole Umbrella in here
‘Casso baby
Nyce B

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
She better know that we fuckin’ when I come through
I ain’t with the cuffin’ when I come through
I ain’t with the buggin’ when I come through
She know I’m straight thuggin’ when I come through
Tell me what’s love, when I need that
Pull it down for me shawty, lemme see that
Do that thang thang, yeah you fucking right
Leave your nigga back, I’m tryna fuck tonight
You still on the down low
Still creep on your boy, still freak on the down low
You know what I’m round for
I done came round to see you drop down on me
Do it slowly
Buss it all open like you got a slow leak
I’ve been in the streets with three or four freaks
She is so bad might need a police
Stomach on flat, ass obese
Walk oh how the fuck you got in those jeans
I just wanna touch ya, fuck ya OD
Know you got a man but this is lowkey

[Hook: Ashanti & (Tory Lanez)]
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it’s about us, it’s about trust, babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it should be about us, it should be about trust babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)

[Verse 2: Nyce]
And I got two different girls on me
It ain’t easy, to get em off me
‘Cause I pull up in that light foreign
Shawty you see me, you can’t ignore it
I ain’t fucking with you dumb broads, got my dawgs, get em off
There’s a lot of bad bitches I done pissed off, did wrong, dipped off
Still a nigga mean with the wrist
She gon’ take it off, course she ain’t with the shits
That’s your girlfriend but she ain’t give a shit
Clean in this bitch and the watch on my wrist cost a key and a brick
What’s love got to do with it
I could show you just what to do with it
Come through, I’ma let you get it
And you know what I do with..

[Hook: Ashanti & (Tory Lanez)]
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it’s about us, it’s about trust, babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it should be about us, it should be about trust babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)

Tory Lanez – What’s Luv lyrics

[Intro: Tory Lanez]
New York City
We got another one
Tory Lanez the don
Whole Umbrella in here
Coscto baby
Nyce B

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
She better know that we fuckin’ when I come through
I ain’t with the cuffin’ when I come through
I ain’t with the buggin’ when I come through
She know I’m straight thuggin’ when I come through
Tell me what’s love, when I need that
Pull it down for me shawty, lemme see that
Do that thang thang, yeah you fucking right
Leave your nigga back, I’m tryna fuck tonight
You still on the down low
Still creep on your boy, still freak on the down low
You know what I’m round for
I done came round to see you drop down on me
Do it slowly
Buss it all open like you got a slow leak
I’ve been in the streets with three or four freaks
She is so bad might need a police
Stomach on flat, ass obese
Walk oh how the fuck you got in those jeans
I just wanna touch ya, fuck ya OD
Know you got a man but this is lowkey

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it’s about us, it’s about trust, babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it should be about us, it should be about trust babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)

[Verse 2: Nyce]
And I got two different girls on me
It ain’t easy, to get em off me
‘Cause I pull up in that light foreign
Shawty you see me, you can’t ignore it
I ain’t fucking with you dumb broads, got my dawgs, get em off
There’s a lot of bad bitches I done pissed off, did wrong, dipped off
Still a nigga mean with the wrist
She gon’ take it off, course she ain’t with the shits
That’s your girlfriend but she ain’t give a shit
Clean in this bitch and the watch on my wrist cost a key and a brick
What’s love got to do with it
I could show you just what to do with it
Come through, I’ma let you get it
And you know what I do with..

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it’s about us, it’s about trust, babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it should be about us, it should be about trust babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)

Tory Lanez – 1 Call Lyrics

[Intro]
Na na na na na, oh yeah
Oh, yeah

[Verse 1]
And I used to love runnin’ lookin’ for you, yeah
And then I met her, I saw her sweater
It’s in the game and that wasn’t your thing
And you was in Margiella, I was just another nigga tryna holla
Figure, I’m a politicer
So I tried that on the low, baby
I know you deny that, keep it low with a nigga
And I still roll in Miami with sideways, top back
You got a nigga but I’m still your nigga on the low

[Pre-Hook]
‘Cause I’ve been gone for way too long
Down in Miami, been here waiting
‘Cause this feelings way too strong

[Hook]
I’m one call away
If you wanna go, oh, yeah
Girl, I’m just one call away
Girl, I’m just one call away

[Verse 2]
Still on us, still on us, still get us
Still get the melody when I sing up
Hit record all about you, I figure
You went out there in some way
Girl, I’ve been searching and searching, ain’t find it
All of the things that you do just remind me
Where did you go? Girl, you was just beside me
All of the signs, girl, I’m out of time

[Pre-Hook]
But I guess I, I’ve been gone for way too long
Down in Miami, been here waiting
‘Cause this feelings way too strong

[Hook]
I’m one call away, baby
I just wanna see you, woah, yeah
Girl, I’m just one call away
Girl, I’m just one call away

[Outro]
‘Cause I just wanna see to you
Like right now, baby
Woah, let me break it down for you, babe
Break it down for you
Break it down
Break it down for you

Tory Lanez – Luv (Remix) (feat. Sean Paul) letras

[Intro: Sean Paul]
Pace them!
In come di ting dem call di remix by the one called Sean de Paul
Tory Lanez, and you haffi drive the gyal dem insane!

[Verse 1: Sean Paul]
Baby girl, you turn me on with your hips
So gwan with the tricks
Love it when you whine and you dip
You know that I want it, you know that I want it
On and a on
On with your lips!
You gone like a it!
Love when you whine and a split
You know that I want it, you know that I want it
On and a on
High like the spliff when it light up
Straight up, bright up
So me make you feel, my girl, so nuh fight love
Me and you together, my girl, a di right stuff
Me get fi found out, you got the tight buff
I’m in love!

[Chorus: Tory Lanez (Sean Paul)]
Everyone falls in love sometimes
(True ting!)
I don’t know ’bout you but it ain’t a crime
(No way!)
If you let me love you, love you, love you for long time baby
(Lift it up)
If you let me touch you, and if you let me love you ’til the morning, oh

[Post-Chorus: Tory Lanez (Sean Paul)]
(Give it to me girl!) Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me love you
(Give it to me girl!) Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me touch you
(Give it to me girl!) Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me love you
(Give it to me girl!) Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me touch you

[Verse 2: Sean Paul]
I love how you move
I love how you groove
You get me into the mood
You know that I need it (Right away!)
You know that I need it, please believe
You set the trend
Start, to the end
You know I need it again
You know that I need it (Immediately if not)
You know that I need it, please believe
So gyal, if you’re brave come jump inna mi bed!
Cock it out, jack it out, dig out the red!
You a spit fire, “mi fi push in the lead”
Start up di ting, ’cause you know say mi dread
Run away the boy and call me instead
Him a ‘par with him friends like Barney and Fred
But them a watch the game, and them a live lame
And them nuh have no flame, sing Tory Lanez!
Them nah get no bligh…

[Chorus: Tory Lanez (Sean Paul)]
Everyone falls in love sometimes (give love a try..)
I don’t know ’bout you but it ain’t a crime (girl, you a mi joy)
If you let me love you, love you, love you for long time baby (girl, you make me high)
If you let me touch you, and if you let me love you ’til the morning, oh

[Post-Chorus: Tory Lanez (Sean Paul)]
(Give it to me girl!) Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me love you
(Give it to me girl!) Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me touch you
(Give it to me girl!) Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me love you
(Give it to me girl!) Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me touch you

DJ Drama – Wishing ft. Chris Brown, Jhené Aiko, Tory Lanez, Trey Songz & Fabolous (Remix) Lyrics

(Intro – Tory Lanez & DJ Drama)
Shorty this gon be your favorite song
DJ Drama
And this is the remix
Baby, I don’t know about you, but my wish came true
Matter of fact, let me take you on another round

(Verse 1 – Fabolous)
Told her save my number under big dippa
Got her wishing on a star
Save my number under big tippa
Got her blowing kisses from the bar
I, wish you could stay, but when you walk away
You look delicious from far
She roll up on me
Then they get lit
Girl you my swisher cigar
Shorty rather lay by the pool side
Than stay by a fool’s side
Been sleeping on yourself too long
Time to flip the pillow over to the cool side
Don’t need the tea, baby, I got the juice
You wanna hang, baby, I got the noose
I got the Ace, baby, I got the deuce
I gotta beat baby like I produce
Come through the stu, let you hear something nice
Bring that s**t back, let you hear something twice
Ask how to keep drama clear from her life
Said, I don’t know, girl, but here’s some advice
Stop being friendly to the f**kboys
Stop being friendly to the f**kboys
Stop being friendly to the f**kboys
Stop being friendly to the f**kboys
Hold up, I’m who you’ve been craving for
The one that you save it for
Hop in the shower and save it for
Come and watch Power the day before
Lay up with me while your man be suspicious
Rub your booty til you grant me three wishes
I’ma hit for every call that she misses
Every time I shoot my shot it be swishing
Have that ass wishing that I was your ni**a
Every time I shoot my shot it be swishing
This the remix so I know what she wishing

(Verse 2 – Trey Songz)
I hit it once and she want me to stroke again
I get it wet like a super soaker gun, I like it!
Now she looking for me like I’m on the run
She think I’m the one, say she finna cum
She gon bust it, she gon bust it, bust it, I know
When she s**k it, she don’t ever touch it, oh no, I like it!
She be screaming, Beat it up
Then she begging, Go soft
Then she tell me, Speed it up
Now she begging, No more
I go crazy on your spot
Tickle, tickle, lick a lot
Then she kiss the tippy top
Then it turn to slippy sloppy
Didn’t waste not a drop when she cop me
I got the juice, she let it splash on me, nasty
Know I’m the truth, ain’t gotta ask bout me

(Chorus – Trey Songz & Chris Brown)
Baby you know who I am and girl I know just who you are
We ain’t gotta rush into shit cause being in love is too hard
I’m tired of all these flashing lights, girl we should just f**k in the dark
Once you let me in it, I’ma get to switching, different positions
Have that ass wishing that I was your ni**a
Wishing that I was your ni**a, yeah yeah yeah
Wishing that I was your ni**a, yeah
Once you let me in it, I’ma get to switching, different positions
Have that ass wishing that I was your ni**a

(Verse 3 – Jhené Aiko)
Know you’ve been hoping and praying
Cause I’ve been right here and I heard every word you was saying
You’ve been complaining
Well who did it, baby? And do you need saving?
Well I’ll be your savior
From all of your exes that you’ve been regretting
You shouldn’t be sweating them
I can do you better
I’ll be your mothaf**king genie in a bottle
Rub me down, you can f**k me til tomorrow
Til the Sun come up, yeah
I’m granting all of your wishes
I ain’t nothing like none of these bi**hes
And I’ll have you wishing that I was your woman

(Verse 4 – Tory Lanez)
Oh it got realer
I cannot feel her
I know my ex bitch is tryna front, but don’t
No I’m not Tiller
Tell a ho I’m Godzilla
Monster in the wet wet, I kill it
Dope d**k, you better believe I sell it
Hit it so hard you believe I nailed it down
Hit it, but I held s**t down
You know I done held this s**t right down
All on the corner, go hustling on it
Just so I could take you out of town
They ain’t balling, baby, they be out of bounds
I just smoke that pu**y like I’m out an ounce
I can get that body tweaking for you, baby
You just keep it clean and squeaky for me, baby
You can tell by the way that a young ni**a treat you
Body so curvy in a dress that’s see through
Looking so good I’ll f**k you all in front of these people

(Chorus – Chris Brown)
Baby you know who I am and girl I know just who you are
We ain’t gotta rush into s**t cause being in love is too hard
I’m tired of all these flashing lights, girl we should just f**k in the dark
Once you let me in it, I’ma get to switching, different positions
Have that ass wishing that I was your ni**a
Wishing that I was your ni**a, yeah yeah yeah
Wishing that I was your ni**a, yeah
Once you let me in it, I’ma get to switching, different positions
Have that ass wishing that I was your ni**a

(Outro – DJ Drama & Chris Brown)
You wanna know what my wish was?
It’s for your wish to come true
It’s all I ever wanted
Wishing that I was your ni**a
Feels good, don’t it?
Wishing that I was your ni**a
Wish I was your
Keep wishing, I’ma keep granting
Wishing that I was your ni**a