Artist: Tory Lanez Album: Back to the Crib (S) Song: Back to the Crib (Freestyle) Typed by: AZ Lyrics Look, aha, yup, you know I had to murder this Shawty type cold, ice froze, no preservatives Young lad, walk into the pad with a heard a chicks That's why I don't even talk to em, I just chirp a bitch Nah I'm lyin' I just BBM Got a buncha fake niggas tryna BB him Clean BM's is what these hoes see me in See these rich nigga's, Yeah, I'm tryna BB them Yeah, aha Before whores, I'm a 4 door Here come the pussy, get it deeper than the corridor Report whores, 4 more up in the Ford Explorer It's the truth, I'm not Boots like Dora Dora My Nike Checks Val Veto Shawty I'm recordin', I ain't talkin' bout TIVO She say the 'Dick Game' like a torpedo So I'm a take her home, and I ain't talkin' bout the deep hole No wait, We sittin' eating Creme Brulee Now she wanna take it all back, OJ No doorman, Got a lotta bitches on me Plus I'm probably with yo mommy, and she got me feelin' raunchy Feel like fuckin' fuckin' her Fuck it, put the fuck in her Now it's back to money man, I'm all about my duckies, brah Now hustle up and get your buckins up Your team celibate, you can't fuck with us Ehhh, I make a stitch girl horny And a sky girl stormy And a fly girl corny The hoes, yeah, yeah, they all just adore me I spit the heat, straight from the grill like a 'Forman' Put your dumb haters in 'Defeat' (The feet), like some Jordans Or some Nike Checks, so tell me what your sportin' Tim, no Hortons, been so important Smooth Criminal, you couldn't Trace Me (Tracy), like Morgan Yeah, Yeah, And I don't even Colla Back I ain't Gwen Stefani, I don't holla back Yeah, Yeah, And nigga you can prada that Like a phone company, tell us, and Roger That Yeah, Just the top of my frame Got ya girl lookin' good from the top of my frane Yeah, I'm just freestylin' off the top of my brain Now it seems like every hoe wanna give me top of some brains, nigga