Tory Lanez – August 19th Lyrics

Turn me, turn the, turn the beat down a little bit
Now I’m not just saying that s**t for the intro
Yeah, I sound good
Fix the pre
I’m sipping on Jupina and Patron ni**a
Somes**t like that
Uh, yeah

Yeah I swear I’m feeling like my greatest ever
Ni**as like a cuban link the way we stay together
Shoutout all my ex’s y’all just made me better
I had a couple of your friends rock my favorite sweaters
Strip club or sun and rain the way we change the weather
We ain’t pay together
I feel like I got mob ties the way I made forever
F**k them bi**hes
They ain’t gotta run no numbers my ni**a so up in digits
We the paid dogs, made money, made sauce
Ni**as got a feeling ni**a not a single day off, nah
Supposed to attend the Juno’s but I’m out with Uno
Said f**k story, cut a track with Rory
They want me up in Liv, this s**t like 50 bands
They got the money but f**k em dog if they can’t afford me
Out in Europe on tour, b**ches can’t ignore me
Ain’t gotta send no video to my phone
Them bi**hes out there would gram it for me
It’s so crazy
I done came from begging ni**as for Jays to selling out all My shows like I’m HOV, Jay Z
My flow so pimp like ho pay me
I’ve been balling out these shows
Getting money all day, styling on these hoes
Feeling like I’m in New Orleans and hoes look at me like Mr. Carter at the Grove
Trap star killing s**t, slaughter at the stove
Miss me with the bulls**t, I started like I’m Rose
Pissing off fathers got they daughters at the shows
Set the standards high so I went and copped the Rolls
Went and copped the Wraith when I shoulda bought the Ghost
And Tice just walked in man, he hot up off the stove
Killing radio, I guess that s**t we got in common
A 150k in a week, f**k a comment
No blog can stop me, no dog can stop me
Menace to society, old dogs beside me
Check em he might pull out, woah dog he’s grimy
I was in the hall selling dog-dog in real life
Jump shot ugly but I ball dog in real life
I give the game insight to my trill life
Then I pick and roll this s**t like a give and go
James Brown, mixtape, album, I give em soul
Plan to go diamond while a ni**a give em gold
Sh*t is getting realer and my ni**as getting triller
At the BET like how they give my s**t to Tiller
I mean that’s my ni**a but I came up from the skrilla
And I want that s**t the hardest, every artist gotta feel, tho
How you like that babe?
My flow is like vargas in vanilla
Have em all shook, give em Parkinsons and kill ya
I’m moving like Marcy and Matilda
Flow so cold, they could do it ni**a, sly me
Screw face capital ni**a, we from the grimy
Shooters Dej Loaf, they don’t let a ni**a try me
Stretching a brick
Bi**hes they connected to my d*ck
I swear you woulda had to call em hoes siamese
At Hong Shing ni**as cooking with the Chinese
Hood bi**h from Brooklyn, had her looking like a dime piece
Camp David sessions got me going in with Johann
Ex conversations ni**a, I ain’t tryna prolong
My flow so strong, ni**a the dough so long
Shooters that come with all the machines like Voltron
Ni**as faker than the s**t that got sold on
And they getting jealous the flow is just so embellished
Ni**as got it switched like somehow we made each other
XXL pissed, somehow I ain’t take they cover
So they writing blog s**t, taunt me and say I’m wrong
Like damn, Vanessa, dog, I thought we was f**king dogs
When I was f**king off these ni**as was uninvolved
They hate they gotta blog me, they hate that I come in charge
How you like that babe?
I got problems that I gotta come resolve
Till them pu**y ni**as check me I’ll be stunting with my dogs

They not gon like me dog, haha, I Told You
But ni**as gotta respect me though
We run the city in our jogging pants ni**a
Ni**a like Fargo he keep it cooler than Teddy
Pendergrass in a snowstorm sipping milkshake with his throw on ni**a, haha!
Jahlil, what up ni**a? Canada!