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letra de staccato - tory lanez

[chorus]
f-ckin’ these b-tches, they came out of milano
she want me to come, but ain’t got all the time, no
the other day i was broke, came back in designer
lil’ mama left me alone, came back and the time’s up
ayy, singin’ to the bank, my money staccato
i ain’t on no bullsh-t, this ain’t no chicago
i went from jettin’ from stores, to jet in the sky though
my n-gga, the world yours, whatever’s inside though

[verse 1]
two twenties on my head, just made it to six-speed
used to have love for you b-tches, now i’m like, “b-tch, please”
now and then i gotta say it like my n-gga weeknd
f-ck needin’ a b-tch, i’m what a b-tch need
two hunnid thirty thousand on the bentley
so even when it’s dirty, know my sh-t clean
got a thick bih’, her name’s christina
out miami with the whip, hop out of prestige, yeah
ayy, shawty know i been on some boss sh-t, ayy
she f-ckin’ with me ’cause i’m a vibe, my n-gga
i spent twenty-five all on my side b-tch
and if i get caught, i’ma deny it
i’ma deny it, i’m a f-ckin’ rider
got a bad b-tch for the n-gga, p-ssy fire
she strip down like malia or maya
and i been on the side tryna buy her some time off
ayy, i’m hotter than folgers
money so thick, can’t fold it, i told you
came back, put my baby mama in a rover
card got no limit, b-tch, i’m a soldier, ugh
[chorus]
f-ckin’ these b-tches, they came out of milano
she want me to come, but ain’t got all the time, no
the other day i was broke, came back in designer
lil’ mama left me alone, came back and the time’s up
ayy, singin’ to the bank, my money staccato
i ain’t on no bullsh-t, this ain’t no chicago
i went from jettin’ from stores, to jet in the sky though
my n-gga, the world yours, whatever’s inside though

[verse 2]
honey, am i wrong for thinkin’ every woman wanna f-ck me?
and if she don’t, she probably g-y, that’s what it must be
none of my biddies put no n-ggas above me
i done pulled up southside, all my b-tches side-side of me
couldn’t be a fake n-gga if i tried to be
ayy, louis vuitton shorts, dior, four-course
let a goofy n-gga f-ck and we can’t f-ck no more
i’m a big money n-gga on a jet
girl, give me that p-ssy, let me make it wet for ya
i told you can get the world, baby, if you rep the set
she was out before the check
alphabet, i’m a g, f-ck her ex, no sweat
to the left, to the left, to the left
everything you f-ckin’ own is in a box to the left
ayy, i’m on the yachty, i got them thots to the left
she a bop, i’ma flex, got rocks for my neck, yeah
[chorus]
f-ckin’ these b-tches, they came out of milano
she want me to come, but ain’t got all the time, no
the other day i was broke, came back in designer
lil’ mama left me alone, came back and the time’s up
ayy, singin’ to the bank, my money staccato
i ain’t on no bullsh-t, this ain’t no chicago
i went from jettin’ from stores, to jet in the sky though
my n-gga, the world yours, whatever’s inside though

- tory lanez

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