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Paroles de la chanson Staccato par Tory Lanez
Fuckin' these bitches, they came out of Milano
She want me to come, but ain't got all the time, no
The other day I was broke, came back in designer
Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time's up
Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato
I ain't on no bullshit, this ain't no Chicago
I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though
My nigga, the world yours, whatever's inside though
Two twenties on my head, just made it to six-speed
She want me to come, but ain't got all the time, no
The other day I was broke, came back in designer
Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time's up
Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato
I ain't on no bullshit, this ain't no Chicago
I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though
My nigga, the world yours, whatever's inside though
Two twenties on my head, just made it to six-speed
Used to have love for you bitches, now I'm like, "Bitch, please"
Now and then I gotta say it like my nigga Weeknd
Fuck needin' a bitch, I'm what a bitch need
Two hunnid thirty thousand on the Bentley
So even when it's dirty, know my shit clean
Got a thick bih', her name's Christina
Out Miami with the whip, hop out of Prestige, yeah
Ayy, shawty know I been on some boss shit, ayy
She fuckin' with me 'cause I'm a vibe, my nigga
I spent twenty-five all on my side bitch
And if I get caught, I'ma deny it
I'ma deny it, I'm a fuckin' rider
Got a bad bitch for the nigga, pussy fire
She strip down like Malia or Maya
And I been on the side tryna buy her some time off
Now and then I gotta say it like my nigga Weeknd
Fuck needin' a bitch, I'm what a bitch need
Two hunnid thirty thousand on the Bentley
So even when it's dirty, know my shit clean
Got a thick bih', her name's Christina
Out Miami with the whip, hop out of Prestige, yeah
Ayy, shawty know I been on some boss shit, ayy
She fuckin' with me 'cause I'm a vibe, my nigga
I spent twenty-five all on my side bitch
And if I get caught, I'ma deny it
I'ma deny it, I'm a fuckin' rider
Got a bad bitch for the nigga, pussy fire
She strip down like Malia or Maya
And I been on the side tryna buy her some time off
Ayy, I'm hotter than Folgers
Money so thick, can't fold it, I told you
Came back, put my baby mama in a Rover
Card got no limit, bitch, I'm a soldier, ugh
Fuckin' these bitches, they came out of Milano
She want me to come, but ain't got all the time, no
The other day I was broke, came back in designer
Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time's up
Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato
I ain't on no bullshit, this ain't no Chicago
I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though
My nigga, the world yours, whatever's inside though
Honey, am I wrong for thinkin' every woman wanna fuck me?
Money so thick, can't fold it, I told you
Came back, put my baby mama in a Rover
Card got no limit, bitch, I'm a soldier, ugh
Fuckin' these bitches, they came out of Milano
She want me to come, but ain't got all the time, no
The other day I was broke, came back in designer
Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time's up
Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato
I ain't on no bullshit, this ain't no Chicago
I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though
My nigga, the world yours, whatever's inside though
Honey, am I wrong for thinkin' every woman wanna fuck me?
And if she don't, she probably get it wet, it must be
None of my biddies put no niggas above me
I done pulled up Southside, all my bitches side-side of me
Couldn't be a fake nigga if I tried to be
Ayy, Louis Vuitton shorts, Dior, four-course
Let a goofy nigga fuck and we can't fuck no more
I'm a big money nigga on a jet
Girl, give me that pussy, let me make it wet for ya
I told you can get the world, baby, if you rep the set
She was out before the check
Alphabet, I'm a G, fuck her ex, no sweat
To the left, to the left, to the left
Everything you fuckin' own is in a box to the left
None of my biddies put no niggas above me
I done pulled up Southside, all my bitches side-side of me
Couldn't be a fake nigga if I tried to be
Ayy, Louis Vuitton shorts, Dior, four-course
Let a goofy nigga fuck and we can't fuck no more
I'm a big money nigga on a jet
Girl, give me that pussy, let me make it wet for ya
I told you can get the world, baby, if you rep the set
She was out before the check
Alphabet, I'm a G, fuck her ex, no sweat
To the left, to the left, to the left
Everything you fuckin' own is in a box to the left
Ayy, I'm on the yachty, I got them thots to the left
She a bop, I'ma flex, got rocks for my neck, yeah
Fuckin' these bitches, they came out of Milano
She want me to come, but ain't got all the time, no
The other day I was broke, came back in designer
Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time's up
Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato
I ain't on no bullshit, this ain't no Chicago
I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though
My nigga, the world yours, whatever's inside though
She a bop, I'ma flex, got rocks for my neck, yeah
Fuckin' these bitches, they came out of Milano
She want me to come, but ain't got all the time, no
The other day I was broke, came back in designer
Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time's up
Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato
I ain't on no bullshit, this ain't no Chicago
I went from jettin' from stores, to jet in the sky though
My nigga, the world yours, whatever's inside though
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