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{"id":90351,"created_at":"2019-08-09 22:12:34","updated_at":"2021-04-22 19:00:03","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2019-08-09 22:12:34","original_id":null,"artist_id":39560,"title":"Tory Lanez- Suge Remix Ft. Joyner Lucas","slug":"tory-lanez-suge-remix-ft-joyner-lucas-2","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":null,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]\r\nYeah, ain't no one colder than me (Yeah)\r\nI'm straight from the mud, I got me a plug\r\nAnd now I be rollin' with Meech (Woah, woah)\r\nYou think you the shit? I think you a bitch\r\nNow go ahead and call the police (Bitch)\r\nThese niggas'll trip, your homie's a snitch\r\nYou'll probably be home in a week (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\r\nI hit up Tory and told him I know you don't like me but fuck it I'm over the beef (Word)\r\nTold 'em we could be friends, invited him over and gave them some soda and bleach (Haha)\r\nThey said Joyner you lost it, I told them they soft\r\nNow go take a stroll on the beach (Yeah)\r\nNigga, I get the sauce, bitch I'm dog\r\nJust don't get a hold of my leash (Woof)\r\nY'all niggas back to the bluffin' (Blow)\r\nJoyner get back to the bustin' (Blow)\r\nIf I do not make a few million and shed it I might just go back to the hustlin'\r\nI got me some product and I ain't gonna hide it\r\nI might just start trappin' in public\r\nI might go to prison and free all my niggas\r\nThat's word to Harriet Tubman\r\nTired of you askin' me questions, I'm sick of it\r\nWhy you keep shuttin' shit down on the internet?\r\nWhy do you have so much talent and benefits?\r\nWhy you keep droppin' your album in increments?\r\nA.D.H.D. is a social experiment\r\nWho pay attention the most when they're hearin' it?\r\nYou cannot stop it, there's no interferin' it\r\nThis is my moment and no one is sharin' it\r\nNigga, I'm just gettin' started, I hit all my targets\r\nI promise I'm very up front (Yeah)\r\nIf I do not win the Grammy this year then I'll blow that bitch up and then everyone dyin' (Yeah)\r\nI think all my shit is hot, if everyone think that it's not then everyone lyin'\r\nI hope my shit doesn't flop, 'cause I'll put a gun to your head and make everyone buy it\r\nI'm diggin' the hole you get buried inside (Woo), all you get buried in silence\r\nAnd the day that I die I get buried the diamonds\r\nI'm killin' you niggas, you barely survivin'\r\nI think I'm so high, I can marry a pilot\r\nI'm Area 51 alien, I let my UFO fly in, I'm scary and violent\r\nI shut down the planet, you hearin' the sirens\r\nI'm very excited and you shouldn't bother\r\nJoyner got too many problems (Word)\r\nI told that little bitch that I'm down with a threesome as long as it's you and your momma (Yeah)\r\nI ain't got no patience, I love to get dirty\r\nBut fuck it I'm cool with the drama (Cool)\r\nWhen niggas be hatin' I tell them no worries my nigga, Hakuna Matata\r\nI don't wear Prada, just bring me a white-T\r\nI bust some Margiela's, I still wear that Nikes\r\nI roll with some hitters I know you don't like me\r\nI shit on you niggas now bring me some wocky (Grra grra)\r\nShe think I'm a killer well maybe I might be\r\nI ain't got no feelings I dare you to fight me\r\nI'll swing with a left but I'm really a righty\r\nGet pussy and money, it really excites me\r\nYou read it, don't try me, so bow\r\nFuck all you pricks, you cannot harm me, I think you a bitch\r\nYou think I'm corny? I think I'm the shit\r\nWhen she get horny she think of my dick\r\nWhen I was broke I would think like I'm rich\r\n'Til I fucked up my credit and hit me a lick (Woo woo)\r\nThen I got me some money to get me a crib\r\nAnd then blew it on bitches from Plenty of Fish (Fuck was I thinkin?)\r\nI'm goin' back to the streets (Yeah)\r\nIf Freddy and Jason had babies my nigga I promise then that would be me (Word)\r\nNiggas all in my honey and actin' all funny I think I'm attracted to bees\r\nThey told me that I changed, I look in the mirror like what the fuck happened to me?\r\nEver since I done came up these niggas been so in their feelings\r\nThey countin' my pockets I know that it's killin' 'em\r\nDon't tell me you proud when you know that you're jealous\r\nThe money keep pilin' I know that you smell it\r\nYou think you entitled? Well suck on a dick and I hope that you swallow\r\nAnd that's how I'm feelin' put that on the Bible\r\nDon't call me your family, you know you're my rival\r\nI do what I gotta now turn the fuckin' TV up I'm in the media\r\nAnd ain't nobody wanna see me up, a nigga heated up\r\nI'm like a sickle cell anemia, I really mean it\r\nBut I'm about to slow a nigga breathin' up I think he seen enough\r\nI go to hell, I'll fuck a demon up, I think I'm mean enough\r\nTo beat a nigga with Adidas 'til I fuck the stickers up\r\nI'll suckerpunch you when I'm sneakin' up\r\nYou couldn't see me but I had to hit them like a meteor\r\nRemember giddy up, and get to druggin' away from all of the suckin'\r\nI fell in love with the guns and I got a hundred away\r\nLike every day to bustin' and put one in your stomach\r\nI got 'em droppin' and runnin', you better cover the duckin'\r\nI'm not the one to be fucked with, I'm not the one that you think you could do whatever you want to\r\nThere's gonna be repercussions\r\nThe enemies know what's up and I'm up in three in the mornin' when you be sleepin' and yawnin', you know the evil be callin'\r\nSomebody better call the ambulance or the E-M-T\r\nNigga on the bomb like T-N-T\r\nBet I roll up on a nigga with a G-M-C\r\nGet to clappin' on the middle, bitter E-N-D\r\nCall the plug, tell them when I met 'em I need at least 10 KIs\r\nNow I'm back in business, EPMD\r\nCouldn't walk on my shoes with a street stampede\r\nCan't walk this way I Run D-M-C (Yeah, yeah)\r\n[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]\r\nPack in the mail, I should've done all the crack in the scale\r\nHad to switch position from the kitchen nigga I was flippin' like a spatula there\r\nPretty Ricky with them bitches but I'm headed long as a trail that's spectacu-lar here\r\nHere shit light shit, white whip open up look like a pack of the mayo\r\nI'm back in rodeo fuckin' up the check and chuckin' up the set\r\nAnd I'm back off the layover, payover way over niggas\r\nNo slumber but a nigga stay over, nigga\r\nYour bitch is with me to the day-day, AK loaded up the same way\r\nChain swang, white person screamin' out gang gang\r\nSlide or kick, Jet Li or Lui K-K-Kang\r\nI got a little me he call me based God like brring ding ding\r\nGot a main dame, Audemar that's my main thang\r\nGot a Rollie watch, named Jane but she playin'-playin' so we call her plain Jane\r\nOverhaul, let it bang-bang like the fingers twistin' on a gang member sittin' in a chain gang\r\nNigga please, I got all nigga cheese, y'all got whole niggas needs\r\nCan't let a faux nigga hold up, put the hole in your shit then let the hoe nigga leave man\r\nY'all know a nigga T-O-R-Y, all my niggas got pores and the Os\r\nFor the free off of the fee, if a nigga throw a couple Gs get a little nigga smoke for the free, man\r\nOne 5-0 for sure nigga, that's how I go I was chosen with dark melodies\r\nNiggas hatin' have a goner with those enemies\r\nAnd the snakes keep blowin' it with those in the breeze\r\nI'm up to no good, my boy's in the hood\r\nBut know young Jeezy, and know Jordy Breezy could blow 40 Gs\r\nStill come back who the fuck lookin' like Ol' Dirty B from the Wu-Tang nigga\r\nI can say nothin' on a motherfuckin' track, still go back plat' like Pootie Tang nigga\r\nDo your thing nigga, hotter than a Mulsanne\r\nHotter than the blue flame lit up in the full tank nigga\r\nMan niggas better hide, niggas what?\r\nNiggas the bottom of the food chain, nigga\r\nNigga so lame, can't crew hang, nigga can't crew bang with ya, can't move thing with ya'\r\nSee a little bad bitch walkin' down the block but she lookin' at me 'cause her crew can't get her\r\nI'm a dominator, moderator, pass your chick like hot potato, police not-cooperator, I won't tolerate a bitch she talkin' crazy, not me lil' nigga\r\nI be on the beach with the C little nigga\r\nI been triplin' enough to double some trees little nigga\r\nLivin' it up with the women up in Ibiza little nigga\r\nGive it up all my niggas is talkin' to havin', niggas stuck\r\nI been drippin' and drooppin' like a nigga's tippin' the bucket\r\nI been whippin' these bitches stickin' out my dick and they probably they be lickin it'\r\nNigga done get to familiar fuckin', I been fuckin' these women it's heaven sent in tinted windows\r\nAnd I'm yellin' and tellin' to guys better get to steppin'\r\nI'm reppin' Umbrella forever my niggas in a bundle\r\nI'm fly as propellers, you jealous enough\r\nA nigga comin', I'm eatin' these niggas like ketchup in relish on a bun\r\nI got the money to fund the winners when I want it\r\nAnd when I want it I wanna feel like it you can't front on us\r\nI got your ex-chick and your next chick on a pole in my livin' room floor tryin' to dance alone\r\nAnd as long as I gotta put my hands all on her she stay in hand 'til it landed on her\r\nI said damn, had to put it in her head I ain't droppin' no bread\r\nThis is not that Gretel and the Hansel story\r\nGot a Coupe full of hoes and hoes in the Coupe till the Lamborghini doors to the floors and the roof\r\nWhen I'm gone in a poof, I'm exposin' the glows of the truth\r\nThey be knowin' I be showin' 'em with proof\r\nAny faux nigga, any hard nigga, any lo-jo small nigga better know\r\nWhen I unload Get Low, Get Low, Get Low like Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz\r\nNigga, and my little bitch type thick, uh\r\nNikes freezy as a ice-pick, uh\r\nOut of sanction like a high kick, uh\r\nNiggas gonna copy my style like a right click\r\nAll of my dogs'll kill you like Mike Vick\r\nLight that pistol, put that boy in a Heimlich\r\nI was handin' them Ls to Joyner and Don for comin' out actin' too lightskin\r\nNigga I'm back in a billi' applyin' the pressures spittin' bunch of flyin' and firin'\r\nNigga so fuckin' hot you think I died in the desert came back to fuck up your entire N-W\r\nTry me? Never, get squandered get shot up for tryin' be clever\r\nMy diamonds forever, designin and linin' 'em better give 'em a choice\r\nWhich one you want, die with the 9 or Beretta\r\nI'm sorry for being intolerant I got this violent temper\r\nI like when I'm cold I shoot a nigga make 'em die in December\r\nYou been a bitch as long as I can remember\r\nYou say that shit gay and them niggas keep talkin'\r\nI promise to silence your members and quiet your temper\r\nWhile firing bullets that fly at your metal and pry at your denim\r\nI'll hire somebody to fire the jet up and get up and send a shooter that'll fly off your rental\r\nI promise I'm high on my mental might think it's setup and find me a nigga\r\nMight line that nigga for the paper let the heater get to foldin'\r\nOrigami the nigga the Louie luggage\r\nBustin', damier nigga but true we thuggin' no insomnia nigga\r\nI'm really a top 3","download_count":754,"play_count":84,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":2,"download_count_24_at":"2021-04-22","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/5d4\/dd2\/eea\/thumb_265865_300_300_0_0_crop.jpg","status_reason":null,"status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}

Song Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas] Yeah, ain't no one colder than me (Yeah) I'm straight from the mud, I got me a plug And now I be rollin' with Meech (Woah, woah) You think you the shit? I think you a bitch Now go ahead and call the police (Bitch) These niggas'll trip, your homie's a snitch You'll probably be home in a week (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I hit up Tory and told him I know you don't like me but fuck it I'm over the beef (Word) Told 'em we could be friends, invited him over and gave them some soda and bleach (Haha) They said Joyner you lost it, I told them they soft Now go take a stroll on the beach (Yeah) Nigga, I get the sauce, bitch I'm dog Just don't get a hold of my leash (Woof) Y'all niggas back to the bluffin' (Blow) Joyner get back to the bustin' (Blow) If I do not make a few million and shed it I might just go back to the hustlin' I got me some product and I ain't gonna hide it I might just start trappin' in public I might go to prison and free all my niggas That's word to Harriet Tubman Tired of you askin' me questions, I'm sick of it Why you keep shuttin' shit down on the internet? Why do you have so much talent and benefits? Why you keep droppin' your album in increments? A.D.H.D. is a social experiment Who pay attention the most when they're hearin' it? You cannot stop it, there's no interferin' it This is my moment and no one is sharin' it Nigga, I'm just gettin' started, I hit all my targets I promise I'm very up front (Yeah) If I do not win the Grammy this year then I'll blow that bitch up and then everyone dyin' (Yeah) I think all my shit is hot, if everyone think that it's not then everyone lyin' I hope my shit doesn't flop, 'cause I'll put a gun to your head and make everyone buy it I'm diggin' the hole you get buried inside (Woo), all you get buried in silence And the day that I die I get buried the diamonds I'm killin' you niggas, you barely survivin' I think I'm so high, I can marry a pilot I'm Area 51 alien, I let my UFO fly in, I'm scary and violent I shut down the planet, you hearin' the sirens I'm very excited and you shouldn't bother Joyner got too many problems (Word) I told that little bitch that I'm down with a threesome as long as it's you and your momma (Yeah) I ain't got no patience, I love to get dirty But fuck it I'm cool with the drama (Cool) When niggas be hatin' I tell them no worries my nigga, Hakuna Matata I don't wear Prada, just bring me a white-T I bust some Margiela's, I still wear that Nikes I roll with some hitters I know you don't like me I shit on you niggas now bring me some wocky (Grra grra) She think I'm a killer well maybe I might be I ain't got no feelings I dare you to fight me I'll swing with a left but I'm really a righty Get pussy and money, it really excites me You read it, don't try me, so bow Fuck all you pricks, you cannot harm me, I think you a bitch You think I'm corny? I think I'm the shit When she get horny she think of my dick When I was broke I would think like I'm rich 'Til I fucked up my credit and hit me a lick (Woo woo) Then I got me some money to get me a crib And then blew it on bitches from Plenty of Fish (Fuck was I thinkin?) I'm goin' back to the streets (Yeah) If Freddy and Jason had babies my nigga I promise then that would be me (Word) Niggas all in my honey and actin' all funny I think I'm attracted to bees They told me that I changed, I look in the mirror like what the fuck happened to me? Ever since I done came up these niggas been so in their feelings They countin' my pockets I know that it's killin' 'em Don't tell me you proud when you know that you're jealous The money keep pilin' I know that you smell it You think you entitled? Well suck on a dick and I hope that you swallow And that's how I'm feelin' put that on the Bible Don't call me your family, you know you're my rival I do what I gotta now turn the fuckin' TV up I'm in the media And ain't nobody wanna see me up, a nigga heated up I'm like a sickle cell anemia, I really mean it But I'm about to slow a nigga breathin' up I think he seen enough I go to hell, I'll fuck a demon up, I think I'm mean enough To beat a nigga with Adidas 'til I fuck the stickers up I'll suckerpunch you when I'm sneakin' up You couldn't see me but I had to hit them like a meteor Remember giddy up, and get to druggin' away from all of the suckin' I fell in love with the guns and I got a hundred away Like every day to bustin' and put one in your stomach I got 'em droppin' and runnin', you better cover the duckin' I'm not the one to be fucked with, I'm not the one that you think you could do whatever you want to There's gonna be repercussions The enemies know what's up and I'm up in three in the mornin' when you be sleepin' and yawnin', you know the evil be callin' Somebody better call the ambulance or the E-M-T Nigga on the bomb like T-N-T Bet I roll up on a nigga with a G-M-C Get to clappin' on the middle, bitter E-N-D Call the plug, tell them when I met 'em I need at least 10 KIs Now I'm back in business, EPMD Couldn't walk on my shoes with a street stampede Can't walk this way I Run D-M-C (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Tory Lanez] Pack in the mail, I should've done all the crack in the scale Had to switch position from the kitchen nigga I was flippin' like a spatula there Pretty Ricky with them bitches but I'm headed long as a trail that's spectacu-lar here Here shit light shit, white whip open up look like a pack of the mayo I'm back in rodeo fuckin' up the check and chuckin' up the set And I'm back off the layover, payover way over niggas No slumber but a nigga stay over, nigga Your bitch is with me to the day-day, AK loaded up the same way Chain swang, white person screamin' out gang gang Slide or kick, Jet Li or Lui K-K-Kang I got a little me he call me based God like brring ding ding Got a main dame, Audemar that's my main thang Got a Rollie watch, named Jane but she playin'-playin' so we call her plain Jane Overhaul, let it bang-bang like the fingers twistin' on a gang member sittin' in a chain gang Nigga please, I got all nigga cheese, y'all got whole niggas needs Can't let a faux nigga hold up, put the hole in your shit then let the hoe nigga leave man Y'all know a nigga T-O-R-Y, all my niggas got pores and the Os For the free off of the fee, if a nigga throw a couple Gs get a little nigga smoke for the free, man One 5-0 for sure nigga, that's how I go I was chosen with dark melodies Niggas hatin' have a goner with those enemies And the snakes keep blowin' it with those in the breeze I'm up to no good, my boy's in the hood But know young Jeezy, and know Jordy Breezy could blow 40 Gs Still come back who the fuck lookin' like Ol' Dirty B from the Wu-Tang nigga I can say nothin' on a motherfuckin' track, still go back plat' like Pootie Tang nigga Do your thing nigga, hotter than a Mulsanne Hotter than the blue flame lit up in the full tank nigga Man niggas better hide, niggas what? Niggas the bottom of the food chain, nigga Nigga so lame, can't crew hang, nigga can't crew bang with ya, can't move thing with ya' See a little bad bitch walkin' down the block but she lookin' at me 'cause her crew can't get her I'm a dominator, moderator, pass your chick like hot potato, police not-cooperator, I won't tolerate a bitch she talkin' crazy, not me lil' nigga I be on the beach with the C little nigga I been triplin' enough to double some trees little nigga Livin' it up with the women up in Ibiza little nigga Give it up all my niggas is talkin' to havin', niggas stuck I been drippin' and drooppin' like a nigga's tippin' the bucket I been whippin' these bitches stickin' out my dick and they probably they be lickin it' Nigga done get to familiar fuckin', I been fuckin' these women it's heaven sent in tinted windows And I'm yellin' and tellin' to guys better get to steppin' I'm reppin' Umbrella forever my niggas in a bundle I'm fly as propellers, you jealous enough A nigga comin', I'm eatin' these niggas like ketchup in relish on a bun I got the money to fund the winners when I want it And when I want it I wanna feel like it you can't front on us I got your ex-chick and your next chick on a pole in my livin' room floor tryin' to dance alone And as long as I gotta put my hands all on her she stay in hand 'til it landed on her I said damn, had to put it in her head I ain't droppin' no bread This is not that Gretel and the Hansel story Got a Coupe full of hoes and hoes in the Coupe till the Lamborghini doors to the floors and the roof When I'm gone in a poof, I'm exposin' the glows of the truth They be knowin' I be showin' 'em with proof Any faux nigga, any hard nigga, any lo-jo small nigga better know When I unload Get Low, Get Low, Get Low like Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz Nigga, and my little bitch type thick, uh Nikes freezy as a ice-pick, uh Out of sanction like a high kick, uh Niggas gonna copy my style like a right click All of my dogs'll kill you like Mike Vick Light that pistol, put that boy in a Heimlich I was handin' them Ls to Joyner and Don for comin' out actin' too lightskin Nigga I'm back in a billi' applyin' the pressures spittin' bunch of flyin' and firin' Nigga so fuckin' hot you think I died in the desert came back to fuck up your entire N-W Try me? Never, get squandered get shot up for tryin' be clever My diamonds forever, designin and linin' 'em better give 'em a choice Which one you want, die with the 9 or Beretta I'm sorry for being intolerant I got this violent temper I like when I'm cold I shoot a nigga make 'em die in December You been a bitch as long as I can remember You say that shit gay and them niggas keep talkin' I promise to silence your members and quiet your temper While firing bullets that fly at your metal and pry at your denim I'll hire somebody to fire the jet up and get up and send a shooter that'll fly off your rental I promise I'm high on my mental might think it's setup and find me a nigga Might line that nigga for the paper let the heater get to foldin' Origami the nigga the Louie luggage Bustin', damier nigga but true we thuggin' no insomnia nigga I'm really a top 3

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