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Paroles de la chanson Glock 44 par Tory Lanez

Look, uh
Rose pull up all cash, he get money
Glock 44 in the stash, he get funny
Niggas playing with me funny, he get dummy
We play the cards like Jim Rummy
I'm talking ice from the bottom of the ocean
Bitches that wave lotion on my body when we sun soaking
She in that sundress, buns poking, car, wallet and funds open
The mother wrap cash, she fuck with her, unspoken
I lay the dick down, she laying her wig down
Felt like we was doing fitness for all of them six rounds
It's like she babysitting whenever the kid in town
Cause wherever I go, shorty watching, sit around
You get it now, ge-geah, used to shop at the sears
I used to use the re-up for pussy, power and sneakers
It's bitches on my hips like beepers, I play a hit like speakers
I'm in a rib like eaters, I swear to everything
All cash here in the loose change, money and move sains
Left side a hunnid strip covered in blue paint
I'm Lou Will, two twin bitches kicking back like they Liu Kang
Trying to try some new things
Nowadays we do business we don't do streets
Why do the crime?, I already got the news reach
TMZ on standby for any single rule I breach
Cars closing new receipts, this life crazy, uh
Smoke a cigar blowing this far
My bitch like ash in the wind, she blowing the car
Spectators want to know my marriage
You want is Black Leprechaun, the apple fritter pecan, uh
Pulling on a pull up, telling my hoes pull up
Break a back, what up?, Telling my ex, what up?
The yacht hunnid footer, bitches wishing they would've
Should've, could've but didn't, give them my good riddance
The industry tried to lock me out, but the hood didn't
Now I'm on fire, pen out the oven with good mittens
I take them years back, I was telling them the vision
Saying you supported me, nigga, no the fuck you didn't, yeah
Buzz in the air, PJ still cutting my hair
My jeans ruffle and flare, she got that freak look in her face
I'm trying to get the clutch of her hair, Brampton boy was taking out the bus to Bovaird
Said I'm elegant, but inside the room, I'm an elephant
Still to this day, Mid Jordan the only reason I'm still relevant
Sexy little bitches on the peloton, peloton them hoes wonder what the hell I'm on, I swear
This remind me of tour in the bus, diamonds are glow in the flush
Dimes, I'm rolling them up, dimes, I'm stroking them up
Different set of VVS's times I'm holding them up
Water on my neck, nigga, cold as a fuck nigga
I stunt so hard, they want to be Tory
Bitches on my dick, saying that kid is mine
But I ain't trying to be Maury
Let alone, standing on a light like Mike, I'm talking Billie Jean story
Got a flight around 7:40, and if I miss it, I just call a Tory
And if he miss it, I just call GP, the private flight make it more easy
I miss both, we call Los, and some more TP, yeah
Bitches on my cellular, none of them is regular
Canadian born here, I'm an alien, no predator
I stunt so hard down to the cause, more competitive
I tell you niggas step it up, go ahead, put your better up

It's Tory, nigga, yeah, I swear
I'm like fine wine, I get better with the ages, nigga
Yeah

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