Magnolia Freestyle
Tory Lanez
(Why yes, fuck you too) what up, world?
You know when I said the
Diamonds was on prom date
That meant they was dancin'
Under the dark light
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 shit for real tho)
I get money, money
Money motherfucker like I'm Jordan
It's the nigga flyin' foreign
Make your bitches not important
Milly rockin' through the city pop
A biddie by the garden
Know you niggas can't afford it
And these bitches can't ignore me
I did shit like dory
I'm with some white shorty
And the bitch is like 40
She singing Mike Shorey
In the port loose ridin' out
The Porsche coupe glidin'
If you try me nigga 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' fuck 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 bitch wit' me
This never slackin' or borin'
Never lackin' I'm blowin'
And any nigga try and ho us
We feel the world owe us
I bet your girl know us, Weatherman Riley
Two bad bitches like Kendall and Kylie
Let your man try me be another man dying
I'm a young sergeant, oh and by the way
I just beat my gun charges
Lawyer like a maid
They just sweeping dumb charges
Shout out Jim Lewis I
Won't keep you bombarded
But we some young bosses
Can't nobody ever try to do it like we do
Playboy like Carti I want fuck Cardi B too
Wonder if I slide in that DM what it lead to?
Puttin' in position like we
In a magazine shoot
Nigga, I'm the man 10 bitches, Magnolia
Shout out to the fans, African and Angola
Yeah throw the damn Rollie up
Throw the damn Rollie up
Rollie so heavy that the bitches
Can't hold it up
Score so much they gotta throw
A damn goalie up niggas say they know but
They don't know enough, you know it's us
Shawty wanna fuck me for Chanel
She a coconut
Skrtin' through the parkin' lot with
Doughnuts in the car clutch
All 30 of us, 26 bitches, four sluts
All of us going up
The bank account's growin' up
Shawty threw the pussy at 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 bitch on Betty block
Gave this dick to 20 thots, uh
Got it in my sock, uh 40 on the wop, uh
30 clip inside a extendo on the Glock, ooh
We just getting started nothin' gon' be safe
I'm hoppin' on everything bodied, nigga
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