Beamer, Benz, or Bentley Freestyle

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Bout to murder this shit nigga look

Beamer, Benz or Bentley, my jeans ain't ever empty

And nigga I ain't Gucci but no skier ever get me

The 7 series Beamer ain't the reason they respect me

I ain't never been a pussy cause my team will never let me

The modern day Hannibal, flock Fresc' animal

I'm sick, I'm sick and I ain't got a antidote

Skeetin' in yo girls mouth nigga and her throat

I'll grill y'all peel like cantaloupe

Oh and it's so sincere, two European broads and they both in here

Me and Rimes took turns we was both in there

And my girl is like a fox but she don't wear fur

Hoes used to say "no" now they like "oh yeah sure"

They don't even call me Lanez they like "oh yes sir"

I'm a go-getter, never go get her, from her crib what I look like that ho chauffeur, gettin' hella dome

Put Lady Gaga on my telephone, hella gone ay yo girl beat no metronome

My new bitch she a yellow bone

I buy her yellow stones cause I like it when she got that yellow on

So tell me where the flag beat at

If I had one wish I'd bring Max B back

Bought to buy a lamb tell me where the back seat at

Please free Gucci, Boosie and Weezy we black

So you could say that Tory Lanez is a porn star

But you couldn't find my roof with an on-star

Never slip nigga, I be on guard

Sicker than a swine no time for you cornballs

Eight long bags, stay calm fag, I'm on more beats then the J arms tag

Colder than another shuttle tell me where the quilt at

Tory is a motherfucker tell me where the milf at

I can get you killed black, like the way I kill tracks, we gon' leave you with your scalp and it's all peeled back

Only nigga that be hangin' like a pendant, rip the beat so hard niggas had to mend it

Fuck it let's cement it, cause I killed it, I'm feeling some resentment

Fuck I just killed that shit, so I'ma come back and avenge it

Reincarnation of the track on some revenge shit

Step inside the club all the girls in a frenzy

I be writin' 'til my pen break (yeah)

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Cause I'm hungry, I'm to the point that my ribs ache

I just wanna see your hips shake

My Latin shawty call me papi while she fix me up a big steak

See I'm hungry for a big plate (Yeah)

And I'm never full even though I just ate

Call me the foreign model fucker, get they twist on like a soda bottle cover

Tired of breaking it to niggas that I got they lover, hold her and I fold her like some sort of origami sculpture

Read between the lines, see between her eyes

Killing that pussy R.I.P. between yo thighs

I seem to be despised by some very evil guys

Fake niggas do fake shit so don't believe the lies