Tory Lanez - August 19th lyrics

[Intro] Turn me, turn the, turn the beat down a little bit Now I'm not just sayin' that sh** for the intro Yeah, I sound good Fix the pre- I'm sippin' on Jupiña and Patron n***a Somesh** like that Uh, yeah [Verse] Yeah I swear I'm feelin' like my greatest ever n***as like a cuban link the way we stay together Shoutout all my ex's y'all just made me better I had a couple of your friends rock my favorite sweaters Strip club or sun and rain the way we change the weather We ain't pay together I feel like I got mai tai's the way I made forever f** them b**hes They ain't gotta run no numbers my n***a so up in digits We the paid dogs, made money, made sauce n***as got a feelin' n***a not a single day off, nah Supposed to attend the Juno's but I'm out with Uno Said f** story, cut a track with Rory They want me up in Liv, this sh** like 50 bands They got the money but f** 'em dog if they can't afford me Out in Europe on tour, b**hes can't ignore me Ain't gotta send no video to my phone Them b**hes out there would gram it for me It's so crazy I done came from beggin' n***as for Jays to sellin' out all My shows like I'm HOV, Jay Z My flow so pimp like ho pay me I've been ballin' out these shows Gettin' money all day, stylin' on these hoes Feelin' like I'm in New Orleans and hoes look at me like Mr. Carter at the 'Grove Trap star k**in' sh**, slaughter at the stove Miss me with the bullsh**, I started like I'm Rose Pissin' off fathers got they daughters at the shows Set the standards high so I went and copped the Rolls Went and copped the Wraith when I shoulda bought the Ghost And Tice just walked in man, he hot up off the stove k**in' radio, I guess that sh** we got in common A 150k in a week, f** a comment No blog can stop me, no dog can stop me Menace to society, old dogs beside me Check 'em he might pull out, woah dog he's grimy I was in the hall sellin' dog-dog in real life Jump shot ugly but I ball dog in real life I give the game insight to my trill life Then I pick and roll this sh** like a give and go James Brown, mixtape, album, I give 'em soul Plan to go diamond while a n***a give 'em gold sh** is gettin' realer and my n***as gettin' triller At the BET like how they give my sh** to Tiller I mean that's my n***a but I came up from the skrilla And I want that sh** the hardest, every artist gotta feel, tho (How you like that babe?) My flow is like (?) in vanilla Have 'em all shook, give 'em Parkinsons and k** ya I'm movin' like Marcy and Matilda Flow so cold, they could do it n***a, sly me Screw face capital n***a, we from the grimy Shooters Dej Loaf, they don't let a n***a try me Stretchin' a brick b**hes they connected to my dick I swear you woulda had to call 'em hoes siamese At Hong Shing n***as cookin' with the Chinese Hood b**h from Brooklyn, had her lookin' like a dime piece Camp David sessions got me goin' in with Johann Ex conversations n***a, I ain't tryna prolong My flow so strong, n***a the dough so long Shooters that come with all the machines like Voltron n***as faker than the sh** that got sold on And they gettin' jealous the flow is just so embellished n***as got it switched like somehow we made each other XXL pissed, somehow I ain't take they cover So they writin' blog sh**, taunt me and say I'm wrong Like damn, Vanessa, dog, I thought we was f**in' dogs When I was f**in' off these n***as was uninvolved They hate they gotta blog me, they hate that I come in charge (How you like that babe?) I got problems that I gotta come resolve Till them p**y n***as check me I'll be stuntin' with my dogs Wa**up [Outro] They not gon' like me dog, haha, I Told You. But n***as gotta respect me though. We run the city in our jogging pants n***a. n***a like Fargo he keep it cooler than Teddy Pendergra** in a snowstorm sipping milkshake with his throw on n***a, haha. Jahlil, what up n***a? Canada!