Lyrics Tory Lanez – Real Addresses
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Whipping all this dope up in the trap house
We fuck all you bitches at a trap house
I can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses
It don’t mean to be like Jerry Stackhouse
I might fall in love with my trap house
I can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses
I can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses
Verse 1:
Whipping all this dope look like I’m selling phony
All that nigga want that Rarri with the bezel on it
I see niggas change from friends into them telling on me
I see niggas go from friends to getting jealous on me
I see niggas call their shooters and their felons one me
I see niggas get religious when their heir was coming
I had to trust the plug sometimes, ain’t have no scale up on me
Whip a couple liters now
Trap house got too hot and now I’m trapping out my fiend’s house
Had to break the lease tho
And I pay my little nigga just to watch out for police now
Cause it look like a four in my kitchen
It look like I’m cooking with them zoes in my kitchen
I’m water whipping, whipping four with my kitchen
My nigga Trey he pack a four for you niggas
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Verse 2:
When my grandma kicked me out the house
I said fuck it dawg, I’m bout to bounce
I said fuck it dawg, I gots to make it
Started hustling and got that six
My nigga Shadow he come with that ladder
I know some scammers that come with that data
Gotta ask em how we pull up in a Lambo
Shout go out to Dream that Bape and… Camo
Flexing bitch, I’m in the latest
I put all my baddest bitches in their favorite fragrance
I might fuck a country bitch that got that diner, diner
I might make a movie with em like I’m Damon Wayans, ya feel?
I might whip the four with my kitchen
It look like a nigga selling O’s in my kitchen
I’m whipping, my wrist it feel cold in this kitchen
And I’m flipping again, where it goes in this kitchen?
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