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Tory Lanez Lyrics

 

Priceless Lyrics

Priceless by Tory Lanez


(Intro)
This One Umbrella Mob is nothing to f**k wit
(Verse)
Aye b**ch, I'm back in here to show ya I'm that nigga
All in the vent em b**ches know ya as the nigga!
From the corner sellin' dope and buying swisha
Erry night I pray to God fo' my attention, lord
Lights and cameras, I came so hard I pay the price fo' cameras
I flew new ones fo' a night at Linus
And told my oldest b**ch the flight was casual
My night is jumples
(f**k this nigga)
(If I eva see him yeah, I'mma seduce him
(And right when he least expects it, take his wallet)
(And dip)
(Verse 2)
Mr. Feelings ya can go and call the police
Ridingya dirty in the car wit no lease
Skinny nigga, but my pocket's obese
Same nigga used to rob a show beats
Indebted Yung Bibby a Billy then
I need it go back to the Oh and the Rindian
Get real again
Fall back in Toronto where niggas will kill ya fo' who ya be chilling wit
And work from the shootas, the shorty ya screwing
ya not really wit the shizz, we don't really feel this sh*t!
When Grandmama kicked me out the crib I was only a baby
Said f**k it, I hustled a went and bought me a Mercedes
I whipped it, I whipped it when I would see 'er in the hallway
When she didn't see me I parked that b**ch right in the driveway
(Oh, no) It's priceless!
(Verse 3)
I used to take the 41 to TO
Honda Civic rolling dimes and scopin' POs
Taxin' season tryna find a link on T4z
This ho told Argie ya gon need a check wit three O's
Life commitments, I need a shorty erry night to witness
Ya makin' models bring in ice and Guinness
And workin' pussy that's my type of fitness
I'm shuggin' $$ like I'm Donald Trump
(Ya can't see them? Put the money in the duffle, yeah)
(Ah, yeah, that gangsta sh*t)
(Verse 4)
Let 'em niggas know 'em yappas on that reload
Gots the ground where ya stand worth a kilo
Smoking Swishers, motion pictures, Tarantino
Balling hard, it's Archie Fargo f**king Veno
Hey f**ka we comin' fo' all of 'em
Don't pay fo' no oregano, smokin' on flax
He's dope on my clutch, I got my scope on the punch
I be so fresh and so clean, b**ch ya see soap in my toilets
My teacher Miss Thomas told me I would neva be nothing
I looked her ass dead in the face and said I'm gon' be sumething
She told me that in a few years I'd be catchin' a busting
Now I'm catchin' the car service and guess who the driver: her husband!
It's priceless! (Oh no!)



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