My Time to Shine
[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 niggas that’s dead if we did it
I’m pulling up red cup shawty
Killing my haters, these niggas not dead enough for me
I don’t want your b**ch, lil’ shawty ain’t slick
She don’t lick, she don’t suck 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 niggas, 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 niggas
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 niggas
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 nigga 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
Nigga, 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, nigga, 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
Niggas 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 booby trap, f**k it, I redeem
Got my cash up, yeah, now a nigga thumbing through the green
Last song, told you that my face wasn’t in it
If you caught a nigga cheating then f**k what it seem
Mojo back, b**ch, ow, I might bring back [?]
Might stop telling these niggas 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
