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Tory Lanez

Not Tricking // Black Keys

 

Not Tricking // Black Keys

(专辑: Sorry 4 What - 2022)


["Not Tricking"]

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

Ayy, ayy, shit 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 motherfucking cause
Treat my nigga VVS Ken like my nephew (Yeah)
If she wanna get saved, go to Church (Church)
I am not coming to the motherfucking rescue (No way)
I know that them other niggas cover, can't arrest you
Even though you coming 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

Fuck with me, baby, if you need something
Whip it out, I heard you tryna see something
Fucking me in the sheets, we thumping
We just fucked, but, she wanna be something
Ayy, fuck with me, baby, if you need something
Whip it out, I heard you tryna see something
Fucking me in the sheets, we thumping
We just fucked, but, she wanna be something

Not tricking if you got it, my nigga
And she pop shit (Go), 'cause, she popping 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 kissing on that ass, I ain't no bitch nigga (Bitch)
Buretta, listen, this ya picture
Put my dawg on a plane, fuck the whole shit up (Fresh)
Harbour 60 (Sixty), I swear we popping 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 shit 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 going too far (Too far)
You're going too far, baby, baby (Baby)
Text me (Text me), baby girl, you know you more than sexy (Sexy)
I ain't going far, I ain't talking 'bout no blog when I say we making videos and getting messy (Messy)

Fuck with me, baby, if you need something
Whip it out, I heard you tryna see something
Fucking me in the sheets, we thumping
We just fucked, but, she wanna be something
Ayy, fuck with me, baby, if you need something
Whip it out, I heard you tryna see something
Fucking me in the sheets, we thumping
We just fucked, but, she wanna be something

Not tricking if you got it, my nigga
And she pop shit (Go), 'cause, she popping 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 tricking inside that black Ferrari
I say, "I'm sorry", but, I'm not sorry
Shopping in Bal Harbour, lil' pearls in Valgarie
Valuable morals inside of all of my child's stories
Presidential senate weed smelling like Al Gore
Election, I'm [?]
Affection, Vick and Kevin scoping every ho I allow in the section
They stepping and find niggas with weapons and .9s
Behind all the private dinner, linguine, rosé, and wine
I'm doing front rows with Madonna inside of the Barclays
And afterparty, Pergola and shrimp with the sauté
Watching 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 selling 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, bitches raid my tomb like Lara and Croft
Y'all niggas talking, it's awkward like going in soft
I hate this store, I just bought it like I'm knowing the cost
I hate this store, and, she don't ask like she know that it's love
I'm not tricking, if I bought it, I was going 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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