My Time to Shine lyrics
by Tory Lanez & 42 Dugg
[Intro]
(Come in)
[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Man, f*ck that b*tch, came back to my senses
Two-tone Chevy, came back to the Benz
S550, that's for Kenny, lil’ b*tch
Stop posting these n*ggas that's dead if we did it
I'm pulling up red cup shawty
Killing my haters, these n*ggas not dead enough for me
I don’t want your b*tch, lil' shawty ain't slick
She don't lick, she don't suck or give head enough for me
I got these big ass rocks
Flew her to the city, f*cked me and my mans, she a big-ass thot
Thick-ass top
Sliding my tip in her rich-ass slick-ass mouth
All of my n*ggas, we bucking, I don't even know the word ducking
b*tch, you got budget, I up it
She wanna f*ck, too scary to touch it
Put black in hеr tunnel, I'm Harriet Tubman
Got Maybach to Maybach, I'm balling on n*ggas
That’s payback to payback on all of my b*tches
I makе them wait for the plate
Bought me a car with a stick just to stall it on n*ggas
Bought me a new FN, shawty came, bought me a new best friend
Hit ’em both and didn't know they looked like twins (Ho, holy f*ck, I just f*cked off her brederen)
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Walmart sheets, she wanna f*ck in ’em, yeah
Tig ol' bitties, I wanna touch on 'em, yeah
And she got some ass too, damn, bring it to me
Too much talking when it's lit, b*tch, shut the f*ck up
[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
b*tch, get off my di*k
Rich young n*gga still turnt from the 6
Told y’all I could make a mil', I'm big youngin
Money, three, in hundreds
f*ck her, f*ck her, once I get the head, it's f*ck her
Doing this ten years straight like Mustard
Rose-gold Cuban on the neck, new money
I get a Richard Mille, nothing less than two hundred
Young dawg keep coming, I see you
Take something from me, get left
sh*t, ain't worried now, get stretched
He ain't 'bout war, I'm there
Bankroll on me, no fraud
'Least nine hundred in card
n*gga, all my b*tches sell large stuffing, f*ck her
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Walmart sheets, she wanna f*ck in 'em, yeah
Tig ol' bitties, I wanna touch on 'em, yeah
And she got some ass too, damn, bring it to me
Too much talking when it's lit, b*tch, shut the f*ck up
[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
I don't wanna talk no more, it is my time to shine
Forty million dollar advance, n*gga, it is my time to sign
b*tch, get the f*ck out of my light, this is my time to shine, man
Shawty keep talking that this and that ya-ya-ya, lil' b*tch, my time to shine, man
n*ggas in trouble, now they paying me double
Fresh Air Force, couldn't pay me to scuff 'em
Dead Benjamin head sitting in the duffle
When they sent me upstate and I was getting in a tussle
Hopping on the PJ, going out to PF
Hopping out to London just to see Steph
Yeah, I know I'm young, but I could f*ck you like a DF
Boy, you finna die, you take three steps
I was getting money out the league
Back when Lil P and Lil J and Lil Fresh was hitting B&E coming out the scene
Blue bill hundreds b*tches coming out the jeans
Blew it at booby trap, f*ck it, I redeem
Got my cash up, yeah, now a n*gga thumbing through the green
Last song, told you that my face wasn't in it
If you caught a n*gga cheating then f*ck what it seem
Mojo back, b*tch, ow, I might bring back Cristal
Might stop telling these n*ggas my moves, they taking my groove, b*tch, how? Give that man back his style
That's my dawg and we still share clothes, he can rock my chain, let me bust that Rollie
One thing we don't argue about b*tches, we ain't finna fallout about hoes
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Walmart sheets, she wanna f*ck in 'em, yeah
Tig ol' bitties, I wanna touch on 'em, yeah
And she got some ass too, damn, bring it to me
Too much talking when it's lit, b*tch, shut the f*ck up