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Tory Lanez

Genres: Hip-Hop

Lick & Drive You Crazy Lyrics - Tory Lanez

Lick: 

 

[Intro] 

Yeah, uh 

 

[Verse] 

Look, bustin' out the lick and now I got it bitch im Re'd Up 

I will never run off for the plug that got me keyed up 

Bankin' , it's so many Franklins in my shit, you think a nigga know Aretha 

(Yeah, uh) 

Bustin' out the lick and now i got it bitch im re'd up 

 

Drive You Crazy: 

 

[Intro] 

I'ma, I'ma go easy on you niggas 

I'ma go easy 

 

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[Verse 1] 

I'm lyin', really comin' for these niggas this time 

It's a full-time job tryna keep 'em in line 

Yeah the full court pressure, givin' niggas the stretcher 

I could kill your whole team combined, who want pressure? 

More than a nigga that's ballin', I need a Espy 

More than a Miami papi that's on a jetski 

Ice on Wayne, whole chain on Gretzki 

When I start winnin', don't you rap niggas text me 

Grinnin' at the view of your corpses in a fortress 

'Bout to make Forbes list, everythin' is gorgeous 

Indoor B-ball courts lit where the floor sit 

Still runnin' shit like faucettes in an orphanage 

Blog niggas gettin' they core clicks off of whore shit 

Rap niggas all at they peak, I got the door slit 

On star island, cigar smilin' 

Drive a couple miles south hit the beach, bitches start wildin' 

I done came from the cop car sirens, block ball violence 

Bunch of lil niggas stealing hot cars wildin' 

Tops chopped off 'til the cops start wildin' and the cop cars find us 

Must you remind us, wintertime climates 

Slicket set of "set up" bitches that try to line us 

I have no infatuation with niggas 

Only made the money cum im masturbatin' the digits 

Matter fact I'm on tour inflatuatin' the figures 

Used to be in low income, now see the show, income 

Shit would make you sick, meanin' of a gross income 

I deserve every dollar here and then some 

And I pray I never dress like y'all 

Only bird on my shirt is when I press that raw 

It's umbrellas on my sweater for bitches thats under weather 

Blowin' kisses at the cheddar when I test that jaw 

I, never lose, never snooze, crackin' crystal sippin 

Yaught pimpin' on another cruise 

Foreign model from another niggas pedestals 

On the top, clock tickin' on you other dudes 

Think I'm typin' in a site with all these W's 

Only watchin out for doe and niggas busting moves 

My drive crazy, I-80 in a Lamborghini screamin' "Rock-a-bye-baby" 

Bad bitch just touched down, she Tom Brady 

Me I'm Tom Ford, there's more to the Concord 

I been in the jungle, nigga, broke and on my last 

You was on the feet, nigga, I was on my ass 

You was in the sheets, nigga, I was on the ave 

You was in the class nigga, I was on the dash 

Hustlin' in corner, swearin' I was a goner 

Welcome to the USA, I was a foreigner 

Fame was a beautiful bitch, so I joined her 

Came now I'm lookin' for chips, get the coin up 

I remained, all summer all fall 

Still gettin' money when the wheels fall off 

Real ass nigga even when it's called off 

Real ass nigga even when it's called off, my nigga 

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