Tory Lanez - Real Thing lyrics

Real Thing lyrics

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[Verse 1: Tory Lanez] Told her pop that a** for me on a jet ski (On a jet ski) She said, "I might even lick it if you let me" (If you let me) You knew I would k** the p**y when you met me And that's why none of mine can regret me Oh, yeah oh, yeah Throw the cash up high, it's all there, yeah Pop that a** for me on the jet ski She wanna f** because the chain, Wayne Gretzky I would hit it out in public if she let me I'm tryna f** her twin sister she gon' let me I can make the p**y squirt, you wanna bet me Say I hit that the sh** so good she can't forget me I can't have no bird b**hes disrespect me When you know I curve b**hes just for sweating me I be smoking Presidential, gone elect me All the white girls wanna give me Becky All the time a n***a f** her in a fresh tee A n***a mad that I'm sav, tryna threaten me I be balling, need a espy That's your girlfriend, she my bestie If you sayin', let's be honest, girl, then let's be I'm tryna see you and little mama on a jet ski [Chorus: Tory Lanez] Yeah, the real thing I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid All my boss b**hes know I got the bill Hey, hey Bad b**hes and they want the real thing I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid All my boss b**hes know I got the bill, hey [Verse 2: Future] f** her twin sister, now she hate me (Hate hate) Brrt, brrtt Please, order up the jet key (Key) I just changed my number, you can't call or s**t me Have your location on when you address me Knock it out the park, Ken Griffey Ooh, ooh, ooh All these missed calls was never missed, ohh ohh And a lot of bad b**hes with no IG She don't post, so I know she won't expose me I'm gone stamp every country on your ID They can't smoke me, you know they tryna find me When I give that paper to you and it's crispy And these Benji Franklin's stacked up in your birkey Fell in love with a n***a drinking codeine How you gone fall for a n***a drinking creatine Fell in love with a n***a drinking codeine How you gone fall for a n***a drinking creatine [Chorus: Tory Lanez] Yeah, the real thing I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid All my boss b**hes know I got the bill Hey, hey Bad b**hes and they want the real thing I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid All my boss b**hes know I got the bill, hey [Verse 3: Tory Lanez] I got a thick, thick, thick, white b**h My sh** lit than a b**h and I'm rich Keep a .40 with extendo on the grip And know I gotta have it on me because my n***as out here lit I ain't even know she was your b**h, dawg She been throwing that sh** at me, Micheal Vick, dawg Steady quarterbacking at the kick off No pun intended, I just her with the pick Step up in the mix, sh** is lit I might even stop and pose for a pic Looking at my ex b**h and she sick, yeah She don't like that I just pulled up with you f** it, tell a b**h to bust it I ain't come to t-t-talk, I came to t-t-touch it She came to s-s-s** me off, then, baby, s-s-s** it She tryna s-s-send a Snap, but, baby, time to bust it [Chorus: Tory Lanez] Yeah, the real thing I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid All my boss b**hes know I got the bill Hey, hey Bad b**hes and they want the real thing I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid All my boss b**hes know I got the bill, hey

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