Tory Lanez - B.B.W.W x Fake Show

Song Rating: 7.85/10

Song lyrics:

[Part 1 – B.B.W.W]
[Verse 1]
Yeah, bought a new white Wraith, last night, nearly crashed it
Spinning out on a highway, 720 in a Aspin
Bad b---h in the pa**enger, seen her whole life flashing
Ray whipping a McLaren right behind me, n---a, spun right past him
Thank God Im alive
Thank God but I probably spent a bank job on a ride
Black bubble, white Wraith, cost 19k, uh
But that aint none of my safe, uh
All you rappers aint safe, uh
Let me say it with the ba**, uh
All you rappers aint safe, uh
All you singers aint safe, uh

First single had me in the crib putting platinum plaques into place
Dropped Luv, went top hop club, everything just grace
Grammy-nominated on the first album, now m-----------s see the face
Look at me
I know these n----s is tripping, these n----s are shooging me
Bust down, bust down, bust down
Raphael, whatd you do to me?
I need the money at last
I need the money advance
Tell me the money is near, I aint coming out the van
Key close, gotta keep hoes by the G code
Got three hoes in a G4
Got A, B, C, D, E, F, G, X, Y and Z hoes

Im still balling like D. Rose
Im still popping off Vevos
Im still looking like, wait
Still sipping on tea soles
My d--k giant like Fifo, if you need know
Money singing in a C-Note like Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do
Did it for my n----s back home
In a fiend house, selling crack on a trap phone in a crack home
Winter time getting cold, had to go to grandma Lees
Steal a jacket up out of Jack Jones
Rodger telling me get mad at the phone bills, switching to the black phone, yeah

I had to switch to a tellers
Aint really s--t you could tell us
All of yall n----s is jealous, ah
Running through the check, money upset
All of these n----s is mad at me
Ten chains, buy ten rings on a n---a look-alike swagged at me
I cant keep a girlfriend, too busy tryna make the bag happy
Cali girly throw it back at me in a back ally and a cat daddy, yeah

I say bust down, bust down
I feel d--k, its your b---h
She gon touchdown, touchdown
B---h, Im up now, what now?
F--k bout what you talking bout
That s--t sound like us now
My s--t sound like what now?

[Part 2 – Fake Show]
[Verse 2]
Im praying that my exes dont ever get famous
Or flex on me with a rapper or an entertainer
Life in this business come with these different dangers
You rather lie, tell me you still an angel
How you still an angel?
You be lying, you just f--k some n----s on me and claim you see it from different angles
I see the danger
I find her crazy, s--t, I know you as a good girl
Triple flowing, trip returns, flipper
Last night, call, I had s** off liquor
Trash bag full of every dollar at the bar
That you aint down to pick up for these n----s, throwing it up

You hate it when n----s getting dirty with they ones
Aint the reason why you bout to get them Louboutins though
Aint the reason why you bout to get your rent paid
Tell them hoes throwing shade, they should wear their best shades
She gon make a thousand on a bad day
10 I was shipping, she dont ever take a half day
Just hold me down, was a pap boy
I did it to the fullest cause she hate to leave it half way
Hol up, bust it, I cant, trust it
F-----g with you got me going way up out the budget
Pour a shot up, this is for the last night
Last night, before I lost you to the fast life

Good girl gone bad, you gon do your thing
Anything to get the bag, gon do your thing
If she ever do it, she gon do it for the bag
If she ever do it, she gon do it for the bag
Good girl gone bad, you go do your thing
Skinny girl in my donk
Anything to get the bag, go on do your thing
She dont dance but she dance
If she ever do it, she gon do it for the bag
She gon do it for the money
If she ever do it, she gon do it for the bag
She dont dance but she dance

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 20:41