Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flewed Out, artist - Tory Lanez. Date of issue: 11.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Flewed Out |
| Girl, you put it on me and you can’t go |
| Doing it to me, you make it way too hot to handle |
| I like lingerie on you, beloved at your ankles |
| Looking at me like the camera phone, all your angles (JustDoItBrisk) |
| I don’t wanna tell 'em 'cause they don’t understand, no |
| Shawty fucking me as if she don’t got a man, no |
| Through the city state, I got her flown out the bando |
| Through the city state, I got her blowin' out the bando |
| Ayy, if I pull up in that Wraith I bet she fuck me now |
| Bentley truck parked right behind it, we don’t fuck around |
| I’m talkin' Bar Harbor, ball harder, no Outlet nightmares |
| Christin Loub’s, Diors, we don’t do Nike Airs |
| Paron that’s for the pregame |
| Dulse make her do freak things |
| 300 karats that’s 2 chains |
| She gon' fuck you better when she spoiled |
| And that pussy hit way better when she loyal, 'cause |
| Girl, you put it on me and you can’t go |
| Doing it to me, you make it way too hot to handle |
| I like lingerie on you, beloved at your ankles |
| Looking at me like the camera phone, all your angles |
| I don’t wanna tell 'em 'cause they don’t understand, no |
| Shawty fucking me as if she don’t got a man, no |
| Through the city state, I got her flown out the bando |
| Through the city state, I got her blowin' out the bandos |
| Commando, I ran though, I pull it and I Rambo |
| I do it, she look good, but can you do it with no hands, though? |
| I flew in straight to Paris and I took a bitch to Nando’s |
| I took her out the Honda and put her in a Lambo |
| I am, bro, the man, bro, I gotta fuck commando |
| I put it on the cam, though, and watch it in the mirror, bro |
| I’m rich and fuckin' lit, I fuck my chick, she understand though |
| I ran through the bands and I am what I am, Tory |
| Girl, you put it on me and you can’t go |
| Doing it to me, you make it way too hot to handle |
| I like lingerie on you, beloved at your ankles |
| Looking at me like the camera phone, all your angles |
| I don’t wanna tell 'em 'cause they don’t understand, no |
| Shawty fucking me as if she don’t got a man, no |
| Through the city state, I got her flown out the bando |
| Through the city state, I got her blowin' out the bandos |