| I find it funny how niggas start talkin' money
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| I’m livin' lovely, apartment far from the bunjee
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| I remember us livin' not too far from the junkies, the flunkees
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| That tried to punk me on corners but never sunk me, I swear
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| In this bitch, yeah I’m killin' this year
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| Them boys hated, they gon' feel it this year
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| I bought a 'Rari, I only drove in it once, I’m movin' different this year
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| I’m leavin' thousands, talkin' millions this year
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| When niggas really talkin', talkin' over, talk it over
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| Renegotiate and make the play and they cough it over
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| I crossed over like Iverson when he dropped the shoulder on Jordan
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| The feelin' more than the sport when you winnin' fuck how they feelin'
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| The feelings got left aside, I told them to step aside
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| I’m really eatin', I’m orderin' extra sides, you know me
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| 'Round the block, glovers spittin' them hot flows
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| My scent smells like Michelle was touchin' Barack’s clothes
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| Presidential, the flow is so evidential
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| At the clearport customs, I barely show my credentials
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| Don’t need it tinted, I want you to know who’s in it
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| Had me offended last time that I walked in the Holt Renfrew
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| Let’s break it down for 'em, account this
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| If every show is a hunnid thou' for him then that mean
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| A hunnid minutes on stage will equal a hunnid K
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| That’s one thousand a minute so please don’t get offended
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| If I walk inside a store and spend thirty-five in it
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| 'Cause, to me, that’s just thirty-five minutes
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| Land in Jamaica, sip on a Guinness and get it
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| Who wanna witness, my nigga? |
| I’m really sick with the shiznit
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| I brought big Poppy out at the SumFest
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| Sean Kingston watched it from the side stage
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| I made triple the advance that he had gave me in my first year
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| Forty-five minutes of me on stage
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| And I’m not amazed, I think the tables turnin'
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| I think you learn from the bridge you burn when you see it burnin'
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| I think you learn from the world when you see it turnin'
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| I went from being a server to being this platinum deserver, you feel me?
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| Did a song with Meek Milly, called it «Litty»
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| Really I just did that shit for the city in love with Philly
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| God, this chinchilla fur on me, just in case it gets chilly
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| Burner on my side pocket, just that’s in case you get illy out here
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| Me and Travis Scott almost fought at the Mala Luna
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| We both agreed shortly after that it was music
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| We possibly could be doin' that’s bigger than tryna ruin it
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| So my apologies, nigga, just forgive me for doin' it
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| History made in New York City, we called a truce at the tower
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| I only brought a couple niggas with me
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| The beef was finished as soon as we took the picture, the world was watchin'
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| The attention in the industry started shiftin' to me
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| Lord forgive 'em, Lord forgive 'em, I was trippin' all the time
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| I spit subliminal dissin', just tryna rip shit
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| Not realizin' if I took the time to kick it and me and Drake mendin' bridges
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| it’d probably equal to winnin'
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| Got the hardhead flow, money come in so thick
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| Them niggas call it hard bread dough
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| I’m in this all red four seater, I’m leanin' like the '06 fours
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| I said I’d stop freestylin' but fuck it, oh well
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| A nigga flow so well, I’m like a samplin' kit
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| Give a fuck 'bout who get pissed about by samples and skits
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| Niggas mad I’m remixin' they shit-pshh
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| Fuck out of here, nigga, stop being a bitch
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| I think it’s time we cut the silence by niggas that’s talkin' violent
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| Speak of silence and give 'em coffins and violins playin'
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| R&B niggas with Sisqó haircuts, wildin' and stylin'
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| They dissin', guess they just tryna go viral, I feel 'em
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| This your favorite song, this gon' be your favorite song
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| 'Cept when I say it, it’s really the people’s favorite song
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| You did a vid dissin' to flex the i8
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| I could’ve flexed a 'Rari or Wraith, but nigga, I ain’t
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| Instead, I bought my house the other day, I’m flexed in the paint
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| Real estate, I’m property shoppin', bitches probably watchin'
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| Got the Gadget-Go flow, Nobu and So-Ho
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| I’ve been crossed by some niggas I used to go toe-to-toe for
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| Blow for blow flow, sick enough to eat a blowfish
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| G5 jet playin' Go-fish, eatin' gold fish
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| Just for the record, I did this shit for the hopeless
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| Just drove a Rolls through the hood on the corner where I was homeless
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| It’s Fargo |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hate To Say, artist - Tory Lanez. Album song MEMORIES DON'T DIE, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп