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letra de real thing - tory lanez

[verse 1: tory lanez]
told her pop that -ss for me on a jet ski (on a jet ski)
she said, “i might even lick it if you let me” (if you let me)
you knew i would k!ll the p-ssy when you met me
and that’s why none of mine can regret me
oh, yeah oh, yeah
throw the cash up high, it’s all there, yeah
pop that -ss for me on the jet ski
she wanna f-ck because the chain, wayne gretzky
i would hit it out in public if she let me
i’m tryna f-ck her twin sister she gon’ let me
i can make the p-ssy squirt, you wanna bet me
say i hit that the sh-t so good she can’t forget me
i can’t have no bird b-tches disrespect me
when you know i curve b-tches just for sweating me
i be smoking presidential, gone elect me
all the white girls wanna give me becky
all the time a n-gg- f-ck her in a fresh tee
a n-gg- mad that i’m sav, tryna threaten me
i be balling, need a espy
that’s your girlfriend, she my bestie
if you sayin’, let’s be honest, girl, then let’s be
i’m tryna see you and little mama on a jet ski

[chorus: tory lanez]
yeah, the real thing
i don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
she don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
all my boss b-tches know i got the bill
hey, hey
bad b-tches and they want the real thing
i don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
she don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
all my boss b-tches know i got the bill, hey

[verse 2: future]
f-ck her twin sister, now she hate me (hate hate)
brrt, brrtt
please, order up the jet key (key)
i just changed my number, you can’t call or s-xt me
have your location on when you address me
knock it out the park, ken griffey
ooh, ooh, ooh
all these missed calls was never missed, ohh ohh
and a lot of bad b-tches with no ig
she don’t post, so i know she won’t expose me
i’m gone stamp every country on your id
they can’t smoke me, you know they tryna find me
when i give that paper to you and it’s crispy
and these benji franklin’s stacked up in your birkey
fell in love with a n-gg- drinking codeine
how you gone fall for a n-gg- drinking creatine
fell in love with a n-gg- drinking codeine
how you gone fall for a n-gg- drinking creatine

[verse 3: tory lanez]
i got a thick, thick, thick, white b-tch
my sh-t lit than a b-tch and i’m rich
keep a .40 with extendo on the grip
and know i gotta have it on me because my n-gg-s out here lit
i ain’t even know she was your b-tch, dawg
she been throwing that sh-t at me, micheal vick, dawg
steady quarterbacking at the kick off
no pun intended, i just her with the pick
step up in the mix, sh-t is lit
i might even stop and pose for a pic
looking at my ex b-tch and she sick, yeah
she don’t like that i just pulled up with you
f-ck it, tell a b-tch to bust it
i ain’t come to t-t-talk, i came to t-t-touch it
she came to s-s-suck me off, then, baby, s-s-suck it
she tryna s-s-send a snap, but, baby, time to bust it

- tory lanez

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