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Not Tricking // Black Keys by Tory Lanez




Not Tricking // Black Keys
["Not Tricking"]

Yeah, my dawg C-Money got it, yeah
Ayy, ayy, yeah

Ayy, ayy, sh*t got thicker since I seen it on the West (West)
Thicker, wet, thicker than you see it on the text
Fronted one time, but, you still my nigga
Shawty got vexed, ass still in the 'Lac (Oh, yeah)
Yeah, I'm a ref'
She might have to hit me with a TEC like I'm Stephan (Steph)
Treat my nigga Davo like my motherf**kin' cause
Treat my nigga VVS Ken like my nephew (Yeah)
If she wanna get saved, go to Church (Church)
I am not comin' to the motherf**kin' rescue (No way)
I know that them other niggas cover, can't arrest you
Even though you comin' with Hibachi and the rest too (Yeah)
Why you tryna play me when I keep it too player?
White Airforce, got to keep two pair (Yeah)
Don't step, or crease the new pair (Crease)
Ayy

f**k with me, baby, if you need somethin'
Whip it out, I heard you tryna see somethin'
f**kin' me in the sheets, we thumpin'
We just f**ked, but, she wanna be somethin'
Ayy, f**k with me, baby, if you need somethin'
Whip it out, I heard you tryna see somethin'
f**kin' me in the sheets, we thumpin'
We just f**ked, but, she wanna be somethin'

Not trickin' if you got it, my nigga
And she pop sh*t (Go), 'cause, she poppin' my nigga
And it's real lone' (SuWoop), that's how she got it, my nigga
That's when I'm still lone, that's 'cause I got it, my nigga

Uh, it's a stick-up (Stick), did you miss us? (Miss)
Ain't no kissin' on that ass, I ain't no b**ch nigga (b**ch)
Buretta, listen, this ya picture
Put my dawg on a plane, f**k the whole sh*t up (Fresh)
Harbour 60 (Sixty), I swear we poppin' dinner (Dinner)
I was still a winner even when I worked at Winner's
Tell you what, can we hear something from the album?
Tell us how you feel, we can roger that sh*t like a click on a car (Grrt)
If she could, she would hang my dick on a wall (Grrt)
If she could, she would tie my dick on her jaw (Yeah)
And she would, but, that's probably goin' too far (Too far)
You're goin' too far, baby, baby (Baby)
Text me (Text me), baby girl, you know you more than sexy (Sexy)
I ain't goin' far, I ain't talkin' 'bout no blog when I say we makin' videos and gettin' messy (Messy)

f**k with me, baby, if you need somethin'
Whip it out, I heard you tryna see somethin'
f**kin' me in the sheets, we thumpin'
We just f**ked, but, she wanna be somethin'
Ayy, f**k with me, baby, if you need somethin'
Whip it out, I heard you tryna see somethin'
f**kin' me in the sheets, we thumpin'
We just f**ked, but, she wanna be somethin'

Not trickin' if you got it, my nigga
And she pop sh*t (Go), 'cause, she poppin' my nigga
And it's real lone' (SuWoop), that's how she got it, my nigga
That's when I'm still lone, that's 'cause I got it, my nigga

["Black Keys"]

I'm serious this time
Look

That boy not trickin' inside that black Ferrari
I say, "I'm sorry", but, I'm not sorry
Shoppin' in Bal Harbour, lil' pearls in Valgarie
Valuable morals inside of all of my child's stories
Presidential senate weed smellin' like Al Gore
Election, I'm [?]
Affection, Vick and Kevin scopin' every ho I allow in the section
They steppin' and find niggas with weapons and .9s
Behind all the private dinner, linguine, rosé, and wine
I'm doin' front rows with Madonna inside of the Barclays
And afterparty, Pergola and shrimp with the sauté
Watchin' Davonte Davis as if both of out fame could be combined could be blocked behind the walls of this dark shades
The punch lines more De La Hoya, I'm sellin' quotas
As I feel like I'm Magneto, the flow is so metamorphic
The rata-tata, the scatter, the pocket is fat as Norbit
My girl ass out the orbit
Like, "How does he keep it corporate?"
She give me oral while I re-evaluate my morals
A king with no open hearts in the kingdom, I feel like Sora
Couple of court sentence, deported from Bora Bora
And, if I ever die, b**ches raid my tomb like Lara and Croft
Y'all niggas talkin', it's awkward like goin' in soft
I hate this store, I just bought it like I'm knowin' the cost
I hate this store, and, she don't ask like she know that it's love
I'm not trickin', if I bought it, I was goin' too far
Yeah

Yeah, uh
(Check it)
Ayy, yeah, uh (Check it)
Ayy, yeah, uh (Check it)
Ayy, yeah, uh (Check it)




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