Tory Lanez Not Tricking // Black Keys Lyrics
Part I: Not Tricking
Intro
Yeah, my dawg C Money got it, yeah
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Verse 1
Ayy, shit got thicker since I seen it on the West (West)
Thicker, wet, thicker than you see it on the text
Fronted one time, but, you still my nigga
Shawty got vexed, ass still in the ‘Lac (Oh, yeah)
Yeah, I’m a ref’
She might have to hit me with a TEC like I’m Stephan (Steph)
Treat my nigga Davo like my motherfuckin’ cuz
Treat my nigga VVS Ken like my nephew (Yeah)
If she wanna get saved, go to Church (Church)
I am not comin’ to the mothеrfuckin’ rescue (No way)
I know that them othеr niggas cover, can’t arrest you
Even though you comin’ with the Hibachi and the rest too (Yeah)
Why you tryna play me when I keep it too player?
White Airforce, got to keep two pair (Yeah)
Don’t step, or crease the new pair (Crease)
Ayy
Pre-Chorus
Fuck with me, baby, if you need somethin’
Whip it up, I heard you tryna see somethin’
Fuckin’ me in the sheets, we thumpin’
We just fucked, but, she wanna be somethin’
Ayy, fuck with me, baby, if you need somethin’
Whip it up, I heard you tryna see somethin’
Fuckin’ me in the sheets, we thumpin’
We just fucked, but, she wanna be somethin’
Chorus
Not trickin’ if you got it, my nigga
And she pop shit (Go), ’cause, she poppin’ my nigga
And it’s real lone’ (SuWoop), that’s how she got it, my nigga
That’s when I’m still lone, that’s ’cause I got it, my nigga
Verse 2
Uh, it’s a stick-up (Stick), did you miss us? (Miss)
Ain’t no kissin’ on that ass, I ain’t no bitch nigga (Bitch)
Buretta, listen, this ya picture
Put my dawg on a plane, fuck the whole shit up (Fresh)
[?] sixty (Sixty), I swear we poppin’ dinner (Dinner)
I was still a winner even when I worked at Winner’s
Tell you what, and we here something from the album
Tell us how you feel, we can roger that shit like a click on a car (Grrt)
If she could, she would hang my dick on a wall (Grrt)
If she could, she would tie my dick on her jaw (Yeah)
And she would, but, that’s probably goin’ too far (Too far)
You’re goin’ too far, baby, baby (Baby)
Test me (Test me), baby girl, you know you more than sexy (Sexy)
I ain’t goin’ far, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no blog when I say we makin’ videos and gettin’ messy (Messy)
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Pre-Chorus
Fuck with me, baby, if you need somethin’
Whip it up, I heard you tryna see somethin’
Fuckin’ me in the sheets, we thumpin’
We just fucked, but, she wanna be somethin’
Ayy, fuck with me, baby, if you need somethin’
Whip it up, I heard you tryna see somethin’
Fuckin’ me in the sheets, we thumpin’
We just fucked, but, she wanna be somethin’
Chorus
Not trickin’ if you got it, my nigga
And she pop shit (Go), ’cause, she poppin’ my nigga
And it’s real lone’ (SuWoop), that’s how she got it, my nigga
That’s when I’m still lone, that’s ’cause I got it, my nigga
[Part II: Black Keys]
Intro
I’m serious this time
Look
Verse
That boy not trickin’ inside that black Ferarri
I say I’m sorry, but, I’m not sorry
Shoppin’ in Bal Harbour, lil’ pearls in Valgarie
Valuable morals inside of all of my child’s stories
Presidential senate weed smellin’ like [?]
Election, I’m [?]
[?] Vick and Kevin scopin’ every ho I allow in the section
They steppin’ and find niggas with weapons and .9s
Behind all the private dinner, linguine, rosé, and wine
I’m doin’ front rows with Madonna inside of the Barclays
And afterparty at [?] with shrimp and the [?]
Watchin’ Davonte Davis as if both of out fame could be combined could be blocked behind the walls of this dark shades
The punch lines more De La Hoya, I’m sellin’ quotes
I feel like I’m Magneto, the flow is so metamorphic
The rata-tata, the scatter, the pocket is fat as Norbit
My girl ass out the orbit
Like, “How does he keep it corporate?”
She give me oral while I re-evaluate my morals
A king with no open hearts in the kingdom, I feel like [?]
Couple of court sentence
Deported from Bora Bora
And, if I die, bitches raid my tomb like [?] and [?]
Y’all niggas talkin’, it’s awkward like goin’ in soft
I hate this store, I just bought it like I’m knowin’ the cost
I hate this store, and, she don’t ask like she know that it’s love
I’m not trickin’, if I bought it, I was goin’ too far
Yeah
Outro
Yeah, uh
(Check it)
Ayy, yeah, uh (Check it)
Ayy, yeah, uh (Check it)
Ayy, yeah, uh (Check it)
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