My Time To Shine Lyrics – Tory Lanez
Singer: Tory Lanez
Title: My Time To Shine
Man, f#ck that b#tch, came back to my senses
Two-tone Chevy, came back to the Benz
S550, that’s for Kenny, lil’ b#tch
Stop posting these n#gg#s that’s dead if we did it
I’m pulling up red cup shawty
Killing my haters, these n#gg#s not dead enough for me
I don’t want your b#tch, lil’ shawty ain’t slick
She don’t lick, she don’t suck or give head enough for me
I got these big #ss rocks
Flew her to the city, f#cked me and my mans, she a big-ass thot
Thick-ass top
Sliding my tip in her rich-ass slick-ass mouth
All of my n#gg#s, we bucking, I don’t even know the word ducking
b#tch, you got budget, I up it
She wanna f#ck, too scary to touch it
Put black in her tunnel, I’m Harriet Tubman
Got Maybach to Maybach, I’m balling on n#gg#s
That’s payback to payback on all of my b#tches
I make them wait for the plate
Bought me a car with a stick just to stall it on n#gg#s
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#ck, I just f#cked off her brederen)
Walmart sheets, she wanna f#ck in ’em, yeah
Tig ol’ bitties, I wanna touch on ’em, yeah
And she got some #ss too, damn, bring it to me
Too much talking when it’s lit, b#tch, shut the f#ck up
b#tch get off my dick
Rich young n#gg# still turnt from the 6
Told y’all I could make a mil’, I’m big youngin
Money, three, in hundreds
f#ck her, f#ck her, once I get the head, it’s f#ck 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
Shit, ain’t worried now, get stretched
He ain’t ’bout war
Bankroll on me, no fraud
‘Least nine hundreds in card
n#gg#, all my b#tches sell large stuffing, f#ck her
Walmart sheets, she wanna f#ck in ’em, yeah
Tig ol’ bitties, I wanna touch on ’em, yeah
And she got some #ss too, damn, bring it to me
Too much talking when it’s lit, b#tch, shut the f#ck up
I don’t wanna talk no more, it is my time to shine
Forty million dollar advance, n#gg#, it is my time to sign
b#tch, get the f#ck out of my light, this is my time to shine, man
Shawty keep talking that this and that ya-ya-ya, lil’ b#tch, my time to shine, man
n#gg#s 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#ck 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 hitting B&E coming out the scene
Blue bill hundreds b#tches coming out the jeans
Blew it at booby trap, f#ck it, I redeem
Got my cash up, yeah, now a n#gg# thumbing through the green
Last song, told you that my face wasn’t in it
If you caught a n#gg# cheating then f#ck what it seem
Mojo back, b#tch, ow, I might bring back Cristal
Might stop telling these n#gg#s my moves, they taking my groove, b#tch, 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#tches, we ain’t finna fallout about hoes
Walmart sheets, she wanna f#ck in ’em, yeah
Tig ol’ bitties, I wanna touch on ’em, yeah
And she got some #ss too, damn, bring it to me
Too much talking when it’s lit, b#tch, shut the f#ck up
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