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If You Gotta… by Tory Lanez




If You Gotta…
[Intro: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, uh
Lil Tory
Uh
Yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Look, I’ma talk to you, you finna talk back
You got that good good, I’m finna spark that
She got some bad friends, she needa holla at me
I put ’em all down, I throw a bottle at ’em
She got that mean talk, that new Celine talk
She gotta jack that just like a beanstalk
She got that mean mug, she from the deep south
She know her contracts, she got that Steve Stoute
She throw that ass back, she got that clap clap
She make it tap tap, she make it wet wet
She make it walk walk, she make it wobbly wop
She like that top dropped, she like that talk when it’s chopped
She got some bad friends, I’m tryna f**k her
I gotta spread them legs like it was mustard
I gotta put that thing on and have her flustered
I gotta play games in it, David and Busters
I like that look look, she got that good good
You from the hood hood? I’m from the hood hood
I f**k her real good, that pussy real good
It make me gotta check to see if I’m still hood
I’m tryna tap that, she wanna act bad
Girl, let me Akon, come let me smack that
I got the cheese on me just like a rat trap
I got a bunch of credit cards, you can’t max that

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Ayy, shake some, shawty, shake some, uh
Know you went to work today to make some, ayy
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
Shake some, shawty, shake some, ayy
Know you went to work today to make some, ayy
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
Uh, uh

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
This got me thinkin’ back, this got me singin’ back
I got D’USSÉ in my cup, this got me drinkin’ ‘gnac
Tryna remember it all, put on my thinkin’ cap
She had on checkerboard pants, think they was pink and black
I told my boy I’ma get her, bet you I link with that
We made a bet wit’ our fingers, twisted our pinky back
She might’ve just been blinkin’, that mean she winkin’ back
She got a ass like a bar, could sit a drink on that
And I, and I, I gotta let you know
‘Cause I, ’cause I, ’cause I can’t let you go
And I, and I really just met you, yo
But I, but I see somethin’ special though
Ayy, work somethin’, can we work somethin’ out?
‘Cause I’m cashin’ out if you’re worth somethin’
Doubt, I’ma kill it, baby, bet I merk somethin’
Clout chaser hatin’, they gon’ make me hurt somethin’
They can’t leave us alone, they either thieves or they clones
I got VVS stones, they look like TVs that’s on
Won’t get points off me, nigga, my defense is on
I can play man-to-man and I can even go zone, listen
Full court, I’ma press you if I like you, shawty
Bull shorts on a nigga like I’m Michael Jordan
Hook first time, Little Mo, I might go show ’em
f**k it, do it for the second time like I’m Tory

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Ayy, shake some, shawty, shake some, uh
Know you went to work today to make some, ayy
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
Shake some, shawty, shake some, ayy
Know you went to work today to make some, ayy
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty

[Outro: Tory Lanez]
All of my
All of my
All of my
Give it in to you
Baby, you’re mine
Ooh, love me, baby
I won’t lie




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