Lil Tecca - My Time to Shine lyrics

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez] Man, f**k that b**ch, came back to my senses Two-tone Chevy, came back to the Benz S550, that’s for Kenny, lil’ b**ch Stop posting these ni**as that’s dead if we did it I’m pulling up red cup shawty Killing my haters, these ni**as not dead enough for me I don’t want your b**ch, lil’ shawty ain’t slick She don’t lick, she don’t su*k or give head enough for me I got these big ass rocks Flew her to the city, f**ked me and my mans, she a big-ass thot Thick-ass top Sliding my tip in a rich-ass slick-ass mop All of my ni**as, we bucking, I don’t even know the word ducking b**ch, you got budget, I up it She wanna f**k, too scary to touch it Put black in her tunnel, I’m Harriеt Tubman Got Maybach to Maybach, I’m balling on ni**as That’s payback to payback on all of my b**ches I make them wait for thе plate Bought me a car with a stick just to stall it on ni**as Bought me a new FN, shawty came, bought me a new best friend Hit ’em both and didn’t know they looked like twins (Ho, holy f**k, I just f**ked off [?]) [Chorus: Tory Lanez] Walmart sheets, she wanna f**k in ’em, yeah Tig ol’ bitties, I wanna touch on ’em, yeah And she got some ass too, damn, bring it to me Too much talking when it’s lit, b**ch, shut the f**k up [Verse 2: 42 Dugg] b**ch get off my dick Rich young ni**a still turnt from the 6 Told y’all I could make a mil’, I’m big youngin Money, three, in hundreds f**k her, f**k her, once I get the head, it’s f**k her Doing this ten years straight like Mustard Rose-gold Cuban on the neck, new money I get a Richard Mille, nothing less than two hundred Young dawg keep coming, I see you Take something from me, get left sh*t, ain’t worried now, get stretched He ain’t ’bout war Bankroll on me, no fraud ‘Least nine hundreds in card ni**a, all my b**ches sell large stuffing, f**k her [Chorus: Tory Lanez] Walmart sheets, she wanna f**k in ’em, yeah Tig ol’ bitties, I wanna touch on ’em, yeah And she got some ass too, damn, bring it to me Too much talking when it’s lit, b**ch, shut the f**k up [Verse 3: Tory Lanez] I don’t wanna talk no more, it is my time to shine Forty million dollar advance, ni**a, it is my time to sign b**ch, get the f**k out of my light, this is my time to shine, man Shawty keep talking that this and that ya-ya-ya, lil’ b**ch, my time to shine, man ni**as in trouble, now they paying me double Fresh Air Force, couldn’t pay me to scuffle Dead Benjamin head sitting in the duffle When they sent me upstate and I was getting in a tussle Hopping on the PJ, going out to PF Hopping out to London just to see Steph Yeah, I know I’m young, but I could f**k you like a DF Boy, you finna die, you take three steps I was getting money out the league Back when Lil P and Lil J and Lil Fresh was getting [?] coming out the scene Blue bill hundreds b**ches coming out the jeans Blue in that b**by trap, f**k it, I redeem Got my cash up, yeah, now a ni**a thumbing through the green Last song, told you that my face wasn’t in it If you caught a ni**a cheating then f**k what it seem Mojo back, b**ch, ow, I might bring back [?] Might stop telling these ni**as my moves, they taking my groove, b**ch, how? Give that man back his style That’s my dawg and we still share clothes, he can rock my chain, let me bust that Rollie One thing we don’t argue about b**ches, we ain’t finna fallout about hoes [Chorus: Tory Lanez] Walmart sheets, she wanna f**k in ’em, yeah Tig ol’ bitties, I wanna touch on ’em, yeah And she got some ass too, damn, bring it to me Too much talking when it’s lit, b**ch, shut the f**k up