I Go Tory Lanez
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[Chorus]
They still at the side door
Foreign models follow everywhere that I go
I go, I go, I go, I go, everywhere that I go
Switchin' lanes, rather we ride slow
The way that I'm livin', it's so true man, listen, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I swear that baby, I know
[Verse 1]
Introduce you to the new-new-new-new-new-new-new
UK flow, it's a new day so another girl wet like blew-blew-blew-blew
And I'm, and I'm so foreign, so fly that I'm in there soarin'
No paint, just like a McLaren, she a freak but I need me a Lauren
Duffelbag full of euros in the belly of the bearau, niggas in the Merlot
Bad ting with her hair low, I'm gettin' money like a freak and my whip is a weirdo
Got boos in my car, it's a Phantom
We shine like a broad with a light on
They ain't never call way back when
Now all the tings wanna pour with the mandem
I send them shots back around-round-round-round-round
London goin' down-down-down-down-down
Let's have some fun tonight, right, lovin' life
Under the summer light, I gets me money right
You feel the rhythm when I get 'em and I got them
Hit the rest, need to find me a shy them
You talk, need a watch, no chop man
Your dad know, so you dealin' with a bodmon
Roll with a whole squad full of bad man
Oh bye bye to your bougie ban time
Coupe look like soup with the wanton
Sit back, blow L with the mandem, swave
They still at the side door
Foreign models follow everywhere that I go
I go, I go, I go, I go, everywhere that I go
Switchin' lanes, rather we ride slow
The way that I'm livin', it's so true man, listen, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I swear that baby, I know
[Verse 1]
Introduce you to the new-new-new-new-new-new-new
UK flow, it's a new day so another girl wet like blew-blew-blew-blew
And I'm, and I'm so foreign, so fly that I'm in there soarin'
No paint, just like a McLaren, she a freak but I need me a Lauren
Duffelbag full of euros in the belly of the bearau, niggas in the Merlot
Bad ting with her hair low, I'm gettin' money like a freak and my whip is a weirdo
Got boos in my car, it's a Phantom
We shine like a broad with a light on
They ain't never call way back when
Now all the tings wanna pour with the mandem
I send them shots back around-round-round-round-round
London goin' down-down-down-down-down
Let's have some fun tonight, right, lovin' life
Under the summer light, I gets me money right
You feel the rhythm when I get 'em and I got them
Hit the rest, need to find me a shy them
You talk, need a watch, no chop man
Your dad know, so you dealin' with a bodmon
Roll with a whole squad full of bad man
Oh bye bye to your bougie ban time
Coupe look like soup with the wanton
Sit back, blow L with the mandem, swave
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