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letra de magnolia freestyle - tory lanez

[intro]
why yes, f-ck you too
what up, world?
you know when i said the diamonds was on prom day
that meant they was dancin’ under the dawg like
in new york i milly rock
got it in my sock
fifty off the wall
and i press rerock
got it in my sock
got a lil’ thot
that’s a lil boat, boy, that’s a lil’ yacht
nah, i’m just playing, let me get this sh-t for real tho

[verse]
i get money, money, money motherf-cker like i’m jordan
it’s the n-gga flyin’ foreign, make your b-tches not important
milly rockin’ through the city pop a pity by the garden
know you n-ggas can’t afford it
and these b-tches can’t ignore me
i did sh-t like dory, i’m with some white shorty
and the b-tch is like forty, she singing mike sh0r-y
in the port loose ridin’ out the porsche coupe glidin’
if you try me n-gga i be off the porsche through slidin’
it’s just me and lil’ aggy, portuguese lil’ baddie
pourin’ drink off in the soda, puttin’ weed off in the baggy
i be off in the caddie with a freak that’s off a addy
tryin’ f-ck me to the beat is like the beat is off badly
fleeing off to cali, i’ll be back in the morning
them boys diss me in the night, i get ’em clapped by the morning
got the money clubbin’ on the dollar stackin’ and joinin’
in the back of this foreign, i keep a cool b-tch with me
this never slackin’ or borin’, never lackin’ i’m blowin’
and any n-ggas try and hoe us, we feel the world owe us
i bet your girl know us, weatherman riley
two bad b-tches like kendall and kylie
let your man try me be another man dying
i’ma young sergeant, oh and by the way
i just beat my gun charges, lawyer like a maid
and just sweeping dumb charges
shout out jim lewis i won’t keep you bombarded
but we some young bosses
can’t n0body ever try to do it like we do
playboi like carti i want f-ck cardi b too
wonder if i slide in that dm what it lead to?
puttin’ in position like we in a magazine shoot
n-gga i’m the man ten b-tches magnolia
shout out to the fans, african and angola yeah
throw the d-mn rollie up, throw the d-mn rollie up
rollie so heavy that the b-tches can’t hold it up
score so much they gotta throw a d-mn goalie up
n-ggas say they know but they don’t know enough
you know it’s us
shawty wanna f-ck me for chanel, she a coconut
skurtin’ through the parkin’ lot with doughnuts in the car clutch
all thirty of us, twenty-six b-tches, four sl-ts
all of us going up, the bank account’s growin’ up
shawty threw the p-ssy had me tore it up
now the only way to get it back she gotta sew it up
yeah in new york i milly rock, i’m on any block
hit that b-tch on betty block
gave this d-ck to twenty thots
got it in my sock, forty on the wop
thirty clip inside a extendo on the glock, ooh

[outro]
we just getting started
nothin’ gon’ be safe
i’m hopping on everything, body n-ggas

- tory lanez

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