Tory Lanez – Revenge of Fargo (Letra & Video)

Revenge of Fargo – Tory Lanez Letra

[Part I]

Niggas'll talk, as soon as I see 'em

I'm slapping the taste

Catch 'em in public and niggas don't wanna

Sing none of that shit in my face

I ain't even fazed when I get home, baby

Twenty-three thousand to trick on a tricky bitch

I need that shit out the safe

(Oh, oh, right now, right now)

Get the fuck out of my face

Twenty-one thousand, get ducked in Miami

To cut a lil' bitch out a shape

The whole world screamin' Free Tory

Man, the haters don't know how to hate, uh

Had a show, flew back last night

Niggas think I'm out of state (nigga!)

Clearly, I'm sitting inside of the celly

But manifestin' is the way

But I ain't just manifestin' when I tell you

I be home any day, nigga, huh

God got me on sage (oh)

Double-R on the car (oh)

Rolls-Royce, road rage (oh)

Shawty managed to turn me back to savage

I'm back to my old ways

So baby wanna fuck me for nothin'

I told her that it's okay

Okay, she wanna fuck, okay

She got a messy lil' body dub

Don't wanna suck just blow me up, okay

Call up the rest of my buddies

Whenever it's up and it's stuck, okay

Don't give a fuck if I only hit once

I still got to fuck, okay

Niggas'll talk, as soon as I see 'em

I'm slapping the taste

Catch 'em in public and niggas don't wanna

Sing none of that shit in my face

I ain't even fazed when I get home, baby

I might need my fade when I get home (ah)

I ain't even fazed when I get home, baby

Guess I need a fade when I ge–

[Part II]

This shit up forever

Them boys tryna murder me

I cannot tell you but certainly

My niggas know just how this gonna go

My killies gon' paint him in burgundy (ah)

He told me: Get it right back in blood

I got it right back in the currency

I mean, like, seventeen stairs

My nigga, you know he was takin' that personally

[Part III]

Yeah

It's three times, you know what it is

[?], you know what's goin' on, yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah, ayy

Seven it is, I be outside from seven to ten

That's seven p, m, to ten a, m

Nigga, I don't got no regular friends (ayy)

I see the opps in the party

They jackin' and actin' all extra again ('gain)

I keep the same energy when it's me

Yours type of flow, tell on my friends

You know I'm comin'

Lead the paper, shawty, know I'm thumbin'

Hit the show and niggas know I'm a dummy

Rub the edge and niggas know I was runnin' ([?])

Hit the pussy with a sunstroke, yeah

I'm sunstrokin' back, you know how she cummin'

She say my dick overload in her stomach

Was bobbin' off, see the glow in the tunnel

We do it till you boys know that you fuck with whom

Strippin' on me, know that you stumblin'

Was playin', went to the door, got crumblin'

I take the jet to every show in the summer

She front it back there, but she go in the summer

I lost my heart in the winter

So fuck it, I don't give a fuck about knowin' the summer

Bitches got dim, fuck me, I was pronoun

Rich lil' bitch, you owe me the summer

She ain't your bitch, she's ours now, man

She ours now, man, it's slow than the summer

Hit this money like a real nigga

But I'm tatted up like a chore of the summer (summer)

Too many bottles with too many blunts

I sold the lotto, well, tell 'em it's once

I'm way too rich to be doin' these stunts

I'm too legit to be movin' this janky

We too celly, to be movin' this stanky

Bitch too close, please move off, thanky

Hit 'em with the gas, hanky-panky

A million times, the money is long, the arms are lanky

I threw about forty-three thousand on Saturday

Bitch, you strippers should thank me

I [?] me a Uber shooters

I got 'om pardoned, niggas right when it tanked me (nigga!)

All of my niggas are antsy

The chain yellow, try to yank me