Letra de Albany Bahamas - Tory Lanez

Just left the Bahamas with Justin Bieber

Prayin' for me over FaceTime 'bout two years back's the last I seen him

Forty thousand feet up in the sky, reflectin' back by my house

Some of my guys got murdered and damn, I feel lost in this lonely road

With no highs and only lows, and no ties, only goals

And spittin' like I'm tryna put my dentures in that .44

I'm at the 40/40, tryna find a shawty for me

And soon it's rendezvous and hoes actin' naughty, naughty

And not by nature, I drop by paper

I think of times when I didn't have it, hoes used to laugh it, laugh it

Now I'm lookin' back like, "Damn, shawty, what happened, happened?"

Now they like, "What's happenin'?", I'm like, "Cool, whatever happened, happened" (Yeah)

Come throw that ass back, I still tag it, still slap it

I got word you threw a hundred on my head, well, I'm laughin', hmm

That's the only time you'll see me dead

I see green and money, I see problems, I see red

So much drama and the stress inside my mind

I'm tryna ch-chill, I'm talkin' tears, used to shop at Sears

These niggas used to pop their mouth but had no heart to see us

Old friends turnin' to haters and then, we done go major again

I'm in a state of revenge, fuck all that fakes fightin', nigga, that playin' pretend

Ain't no makin' amends, all light sable play in the Benz like

Finding myself, make mistakes

All the signs don't break

Know that I'm hard headed

I'm so sorry but that's why I wonder

If these niggas really are down

Or am I just holdin' it down? Oh, yeah

Will these bitches really be around when I'm down?

That's what I wonder

I had to have my heart broke down

Now you tryna start goin' down, back there

I guarantee they won't be around

That's why I wonder

Yeah

I'm gettin' texts from women I had some mess with

Hoes I used to text the "X" and "O" and now they textin', "SOS", just to save 'em from the ex they got in bed with

It's crazy how them acronyms work

I live a good life at Taboo in Miami, it's bad bitches throwin' ass at my work

I know they mad, they hurt that I'm throwin' cash and then splurgin'

I'm stuntin' hard, the Cullinan rim caps, still here scratchin' the curb, my gosh

I wouldn't dress my son superfly 'til he turn five

Rather not see him hypnotize to material lies

Nothin' like his daddy who be overdriven by design

Late night, fuckin' stripper bitches, livin' out of line

Finding myself, make mistakes

All the signs don't break

Know that I'm hard headed

I'm so sorry but that's why I wonder

If these niggas really are down

Or am I just holdin' it down? Oh, yeah

Will these bitches really be around when I'm down?

That's what I wonder

I had to have my heart broke down

Now you tryna start goin' down, back there

I guarantee they won't be around

That's why I wonder

Get in my head, goin' sideways

Everything you said on replay

Get in my head, goin' sideways

Everything you said on replay

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