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Tory Lanez with “Real Thing” ft. Future.

Real Thing lyrics

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Told her pop that ass for me on a jet ski (On a jet ski)
She said, “I might even lick it if you let me” (If you let me)
You knew I would kill the n*gger when you met me
And that’s why none of mine can regret me
Oh, yeah oh, yeah
Throw the cash up high, it’s all there, yeah
Pop that ass for me on the jet ski
She wanna f*ck because the chain, Wayne Gretzky
I would hit it out in public if she let me
I’m tryna f*ck her twin sister she gon’ let me
I can make the n*gger squirt, you wanna bet me
Say I hit that the sh*t so good she can’t forget me
I can’t have no bird bitches disrespect me
When you know I curve bitches just for sweating me
I be smoking Presidential, gone elect me
All the white girls wanna give me Becky
All the time a nigga f*ck her in a fresh tee
A nigga mad that I’m sav, tryna threaten me
I be balling, need a espy
That’s your girlfriend, she my bestie
If you sayin’, let’s be honest, girl, then let’s be
I’m tryna see you and little mama on a jet ski

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

[Verse 2: Future]
Fuck her twin sister, now she hate me (Hate hate)
Brrt, brrtt
Please, order up the jet key (Key)
I just changed my number, you can’t call or sext me
Have your location on when you address me
Knock it out the park, Ken Griffey
Ooh, ooh, ooh
All these missed calls was never missed, ohh ohh
And a lot of bad bitches with no IG
She don’t post, so I know she won’t expose me
I’m gone stamp every country on your ID
They can’t smoke me, you know they tryna find me
When I give that paper to you and it’s crispy
And these Benji Franklin’s stacked up in your birkey
Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine
Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine

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[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
I got a thick, thick, thick, white bitch
My sh*t lit than a bitch and I’m rich
Keep a .40 with extendo on the grip
And know I gotta have it on me because my niggas out here lit
I ain’t even know she was your bitch, dawg
She been throwing that sh*t at me, Micheal Vick, dawg
Steady quarterbacking at the kick off
No pun intended, I just her with the pick
Step up in the mix, sh*t is lit
I might even stop and pose for a pic
Looking at my ex bitch and she sick, yeah
She don’t like that I just pulled up with you
Fuck it, tell a bitch to bust it
I ain’t come to t-t-talk, I came to t-t-touch it
She came to s-s-suck me off, then, baby, s-s-suck it
She tryna s-s-send a Snap, but, baby, time to bust it

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

Below are the complete “Mess” lyrics by Jordan Fisher displayed. These lyrics were added 2 hours ago.

Mess lyrics

Can’t even focus now
All up in my ear, girl you need to settle down
You can’t play like that with all of these folks around
Girl, I know that look but no, none of that right now
No none of that right now

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, yeah
Anytime, any place, you be all in my face
You don’t care
Girl, you think it’s a game cause I can’t do a thing
It ain’t fair
No, it ain’t fair
Doesn’t matter what I say
You do what you want anyway

[Chorus]
You like to mess with me
Sending all them pictures
You like to mess with me
Don’t know how you do it
You stay finessing me
Touch me just a little, and now you’re reckless, see
You like to mess with me

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[Verse 2]
We got the movie on
Underneath the blanket, you’re way too comfortable
Girl, your mama here
Wish you would leave me ‘lone
Tryna power down
You tryna turn me on
You tryna turn me on

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, yeah
Anytime, any place, you be all in my face
You don’t care
Girl, you think it’s a game cause I can’t do a thing
It ain’t fair
No, it ain’t fair
Doesn’t matter what I say
You do what you want anyway

[Chorus]
You like to mess with me
Sending all them pictures
You like to mess with me
Don’t know how you do it
You stay finessing me
Touch me just a little, and now you’re reckless, see
You like to mess with me

[Drop]
You like to (oh-ho)
You like to mess with me
You like to, you like to (oh-ho)
You like to mess with me
You like to (oh-ho)
You like to mess with me
You like to, you like to (oh-ho)
You like to mess with me

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, yeah
Anytime, any place, you be all in my face
You don’t care
Girl, you think it’s a game cause I can’t do a thing
It ain’t fair
No, it ain’t fair
Doesn’t matter what I say
You do what you want anyway

[Chorus]
You like to mess with me
Sending all them pictures
You like to mess with me
Don’t know how you do it
You stay finessing me
Touch me just a little, and now you’re reckless, see
You like to mess with me
You like to mess with me (you like to mess, you like to)

[Drop]
You like to (oh-ho)
You like to mess with me
You like to, you like to (oh-ho)
You like to mess with me
You like to (oh-ho)
You like to mess with me
You like to, you like to (oh-ho)
You like to mess with me

[Intro: P!nk]
Mhm, mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm

[Verse 1: P!nk]
Like Leo in "The Revenant," Abel in that Bible bit
Revenge is sweet, isn’t it? Really, really hope for it
I know that it won’t fix a thing, a song like this that I could sing
For you (mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)
All the feels you make me do, a nightmare fuckin’ comin’ true
I wish I was a lawyer, I would sue you
Sue you, take your dog, take your house, take your shoes
Take your heart, and now here comes that singin’ part

[Pre-Hook: P!nk]
I’m daydreamin’, let me count the ways
How I’ll get you or how I’ll make you pay
(Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)
Babe, I’m hurtin’ and now you’ll feel the same
That’s my plan, that’s my plan, that’s my plan
(Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)

[Hook: P!nk]
We could do revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge together, together, together
We could take revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge is sweet
We could do revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge together, together, together
We could take revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge is sweet (now, now)

[Verse 2: P!nk]
Now here’s where girlfriends come in hand, especially those that understand
Crime’s a crime, but listen, man, really cannot give a damn
We’ve all been through this kind of thing, say the word we make it sting
For him (mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)
He can’t just get away with it, eye for eye, you piece of shit
You treat us like a garbage pit, let me at him, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it
Here’s that singin’ part again
(Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)

[Pre-Hook: P!nk]
I’m daydreamin’ (I’m daydreamin’), let me count the ways (let me count the ways)
How I’ll get you (how I’ll get you), or how I’ll make you pay (you pay)
Babe, I’m hurtin’ (I’m hurtin’) and now you’ll feel the same (feel the same)
That’s my plan, that’s my plan, that’s my plan
(Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)

[Hook: P!nk]
We could do revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge together, together, together
We could take revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge is sweet
We could do revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge together, together, together
We could take revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge is sweet (revenge is sweet)

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Well, in the beginning we
Felt like we was meant to be, I fell for you and skinned my knee
But hell, with any injury, eventually you’ll get up gingerly
Feels like it’ll take a century to heal, but just know that I will
(Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)
But fuck tryna make amends, I’d rather take revenge
You’re stickin’ safety pins inside my atrium
Your day begins at 8 p.m.
You hit the ATM in my Mercedes Benz
With all your lady friends, whores!
Hit the club and you go out don’t know a sum, ’cause when I calculate
The times you cheated and I total up all the amounts
It doesn’t add up
‘Cause you say that just giving out your number doesn’t count, get it (I hate you)
And then see me with someone new, get mad and flip it, look how bad you spin it
First you turn your back on me, then tell me that I stabbed you in it
Stabbed you in it, stabbed you in it
Stabbed you in it, stabbed you in it (sluuut!)
So when you’re driving, driving to his house
And you pass me while I’m driving to hers
Just remember, you cheated on me first
You’re a whore, you’re a whore, this is war, fellas, ladies

[Hook: Eminem & P!nk]
We could do revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge together, together, together (oh-ohh)
We could take revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge is sweet (so sweet, oh-ohh)
We could do revenge revenge, revenge
Revenge together, together, together
We could take revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge is sweet

[Outro: Eminem & P!nk]
Fuck yeah
Fuck no

[Intro: IDK]
This that dirty stinkin nasty ratchet rowdy shit

[Hook: IDK]
Young nigga wit a .38 (young nigga wit a 38)
Young nigga wit a .38 (young nigga wit a 38)
17 with the .38 (17 with the .38)
I was 17 with the .38 (17 with the .38)

[Verse 1: IDK]
I was only 17 when I had that 38
I was trying to prove something
Show em’ that I didn’t play
If a nigga do me wrong, make him see the pearly gates
Truth is, I ain’t shoot shit, it was just for fake
Truth is, I didn’t do shit, but I rob white folk
Lure they ass to a place I know
Take they money, take they phone, there it goes
Sell the shit at my school for the low
Stack the money, stack the money, buy shoes
Stack the money, stack the money, buy clothes
Take the penitentiary wrist, all fold
Ed Hardy belts with the rhinestone
Hit the Georgetown
I got whores now
Polo wasn’t Ralph, it’s a horse now
Slow down, slow down is what my mama said
She couldn’t get that shit through my head
You can’t expect me to give respect
When I would fuck bitches on mama bed

[Hook: IDK & Chief Keef]
Young nigga wit a .38 (young nigga wit a 38)
Young nigga wit a .38 (young nigga wit a 38)
17 with the .38 (17 with the .38)
I was 17 with the .38 (17 with the–)
Sosa baby

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
I was 17 with a .357
Foot heavy, can’t speed the limit
All black ghost rider, I’m creeping in it
Gotta be a real nigga, don’t be pretending
If I’m in it, then you know, it got reefa in it
You don’t see it nigga? I can re-present it
Took a bitch life, and I’ll re-invent it
Can’t leave without peeing in it
Pants saggin, but this belt ain’t cheap ayy ayy
Got a swiper on me, nuthin’ ain’t free ayy ayy
Would’ve bought the shit, but it ain’t me ayy ayy
Yeah, you down nigga, but it ain’t steep ayy ayy
And it’s Javi, me and the pack
Throwing shells even if you can’t catch it
We gon test him even if he can’t pass it
I know you sending what we can’t pass ayy ayy
Little {?} wanna buss, buss a dick, make it bust
What’s in me? It ain’t trust
It ain’t gang, it ain’t fuss
Surf the wave, now it’s brush
You ain’t got a nice function
Know i’ll run it up like she know Fredo in the cut
Enough gears for some years
Leave a bitch with a tear
Leave a bitch for a year
Leave a bitch in a mirror
Send it, you got it, i’on see it as an error
May storm in the club interfering with the weather

[Hook: IDK]
Young nigga wit a .38 (young nigga wit a 38)
Young nigga wit a .38 (young nigga wit a 38)
17 with the .38 (17 with the .38)
I was 17 with the .38 (17 with the .38)

[Intro]
Oooh, ooh, ooh
You had to, you had to know it
Oooh, you had to know it
What you doin’?
I’m a professional

[Chorus]
Too many snakes in my grass, yeah, yeah, I had to mow it
Too many snakes in my
Too much lean in my soda, you know I had to pour it
You know I had to pour it
Rubber bands in my hand, shawty bad, I had to throw it
Hunnit, hunnit
I be trickin’ on a bag, yeah, yeah, you had to know it
Is you rollin’? Ooh, you had to know it (woo!)
I’m, I’m a soldier, ooh, you had to know it
Too many snakes in my grass, yeah, yeah, I had to mow it
‘Bout to go get what I’m owed
Get throwed, you had to know it

[Verse 1]
I’m a professional, she fell in love in the bed
She let her heart get the best of her
Butter, she spread, dope what I do to her legs
Like the cocaine, I be stretchin’ ’em
I’ve been hurtin’, you wouldn’t know the half
I’m a snake and she ain’t mow the grass
Guard’s down, now I’m on her ass
Credit card I’m maxin’ out again
Drop top vert, do the dash
Breadwinner… in the Jag
My lil’ brother, yeah she let him smash
Ain’t too many real, where they at?
Stack it to the ceilin’, do what you ‘posed to do
Watch everybody that you keepin’ close to you
Fuck over you bad and won’t nobody notice
My heart felt the razor, ain’t nothin’ disposable
Gave it my all, went to war, I’ve been scarred
Dealt with a broad and she played with my heart
Played on by friends, not protectin’ my cards
They would all say they was playin’ their part
Came from the bottom, we aim for the stars
Won’t shoot in the air, that’s like playin’ with God
Bitch, what up?

[Chorus]
Too many snakes in my grass, yeah, yeah, I had to mow it
Too many snakes in my
Too much lean in my soda, you know I had to pour it
You know I had to pour it
Rubber bands in my hand, shawty bad, I had to throw it
Hunnit, hunnit
I be trickin’ on a bag, yeah, yeah, you had to know it
Is you rollin’? Ooh, you had to know it (woo!)
I’m, I’m a soldier, ooh, you had to know it
Too many snakes in my grass, yeah, yeah, I had to mow it
‘Bout to go get what I’m owed
Get throwed, you had to know it

[Verse 2]
Climbin forward, strivin’, I’m a grinder
Rearview watchin’ what’s behind you
Peripheral, watchin’ what’s on side you
Close homies just as a reminder
You can smoke, just don’t let it blind you
These scriptures what I’m tellin Khaza
Don’t let nobody know that you a monster
Keep it on the tuck and then surprise ’em
Mouth shut, let ’em think you’re quiet
Big steps, always movin’ silent
Strong shit, a legend when you sign it
You should want the shit you don’t acknowledge
Pillow talk, Pussy shit in private
Hoes only, know that you a lie
Stunt on all ten like you a tall one
Want dick, you are not a coward
Never rat, if you do, you sour
Respect level, keep it at a dollar
Not involved in other people’s problems
Everything you hear you think about
Don’t make sense, nothin’ wrong with doubtin’
Ease off, get it from around you
See trouble, try your best to dodge it
If it’s meant for you, you die about it

[Chorus]
Too many snakes in my grass, yeah, yeah, I had to mow it
Too many snakes in my
Too much lean in my soda, you know I had to pour it
You know I had to pour it
Rubber bands in my hand, shawty bad, I had to throw it
Hunnit, hunnit
I be trickin’ on a bag, yeah, yeah, you had to know it
Is you rollin’? Ooh, you had to know it (woo!)
I’m, I’m a soldier, ooh, you had to know it
Too many snakes in my grass, yeah, yeah, I had to mow it
‘Bout to go get what I’m owed
Get throwed, you had to know it