Biografía:
Daystar Shemuel Shua Peterson, más conocido por su nombre artístico Tory Lanez, es un rapero, cantante, compositor y productor de discos canadiense. Recibió el reconocimiento inicial del mixtape Conflicts of My Soul: The 416 Story, lanzado en agosto de 2013.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
Hey, you're watching One Umbrella TV
Lil fuckers, fuckers tryna fuck with me earlier
Pull up, pull up
Oh fuck
Yo come here cuzzy, wah gwaan?
Fuck
[Verse]
F#m Bm
Look, first off he was tellin' pussy niggas, story up
F#m Bm
I was trappin' out in Brampton, my whole high school year, courted up
F#m Bm
Man, H-Town in the Bando's all boarded up, still know it's us
F#m Bm
Had a Benz coupe at 17, now it's Rolls Royce when I'm rollin' up
F#m Eb Bm
I hit the beach for a brief day, South Beach on a leaf case
F#m
Cash all in it and a nigga bring that shit to each state
Bm
Talkin' Miami to the peach state, ah
F#m Bm
Diddy to them bitches, sent them out for cheesecake, ah
E F#m Bm
In a mission when I sent them niggas on a death wish for a piece day
F#m Bm
Got a Rollie, Audemars Piguet, nigga, pete sakes
F#m Bm
Now it's Richard Milles on the wrist, that's 'round half-a-mill for a clean face, ah
F#m Bm F#m
Brick walls in a log house 'cause they put a nigga in a dog house
Bm
Some soul with it, I be still in it, if I logged out, man
F#m Bm F#m
Last night brought twin bitches to the twin tellies off of twin celly
Bm
Had him lookin' like straight Meek Nelly in the strip deli
F#m Bm
I still feel I seen it all, so shit niggas tell me ain't shit to tell me
F#m Bm
I be in it for a long time, niggas still pass, homie, ain't shit could feel me, ah
F#m Bm F#m
Uh, Pablo, my chick Tata, nice breasts with the high thighs
Bm F#m
Like KFC, only thing missin' was the hot fries
Bm F#m Bm
And the cold Coke, mink warm but it's the cold coat
F#m Bm
Brown skin on a black woman, only time I'm fuckin' with the cocos
F#m Bm F#m
Lil mama get stupider, say she want all of me, that's a kowal me, what I'ma do with her?
Bm F#m
My baby ma's so fuckin' lit, man, I wish there was two of her
Bm F#m A
I just put it in a new BMW 'cause the Lamborghini that I just copped not for the two of us
F#m Bm
Don't get it twisted, if she come on tour then I gotta cop ma her own tour bus
F#m Bm
Back and forth on the road so much, I don't get to go home much
F#m Bm F#m
Ah, ah, lot of shit glowed up, wrist lit, shit froze up
Bm
And we just gettin' to the, ah
Part 2
[Intro]
C G Bm
Em
So incredible, baby
C G Bm
This that type shit you just, you drop the wig on the donk
Em
Look in the skies, say, "God's great"
Uh
[Verse]
C
Fell asleep in first class and woke in Dubai
G
Club whites, sparklers, lookin' like Fourth of July
Bm
Instagram story clickin', tryna save the moment
Em
Sexy woman sell the pussy but we ain't condone it
C
I woke up in the hospital at 2PM
G
Abu Dhabi club party, try do me in
Bm
Paramedic talkin', tell me in the ambulance
Em
I could barely hear this nigga, just the ambiance
C
Plain face Richard Mille on my wrist
G
Last year I didn't even know that shit exists
Bm
Ed Sheeran, put me on every watch, then I roll around
Em
4 years ago, we were talkin' Pateks, it's over now
C
Shout out my nigga Ed, deserve the greatest due
G
Look at the Rollie like I'm in love with the shape of you
Bm Em
Brown face Presidential, Obama, top floor of the Trump, like I got no honour
C
I never said it though I kinda said it
G
I'm cruisin' through New York in a 911
Bm
Used to fuck Julie 'round 9:11
Em
Fly nigga in the buildin' like 9/11
C G
35 up at Gucci, nigga, Charlamagne say you stupid, nigga
Bm Em
Say I look a L, I never miss a win, big bank, next day, did that shit again
C G
Uh, screamin', "God's great", made another mill, sayin', "God's grace"
Bm
The donk lookin' like a drop Wraith
Em
Copped the car cash, nigga, for the cop face
C G
Uh, legit, baby, we always wanted to be it, baby
Bm Em
Shit, well this is it, baby, uh, Fargo, this is it, baby
Hey, you're watching One Umbrella TV
Lil fuckers, fuckers tryna fuck with me earlier
Pull up, pull up
Oh fuck
Yo come here cuzzy, wah gwaan?
Fuck
[Verse]
F#m Bm
Look, first off he was tellin' pussy niggas, story up
F#m Bm
I was trappin' out in Brampton, my whole high school year, courted up
F#m Bm
Man, H-Town in the Bando's all boarded up, still know it's us
F#m Bm
Had a Benz coupe at 17, now it's Rolls Royce when I'm rollin' up
F#m Eb Bm
I hit the beach for a brief day, South Beach on a leaf case
F#m
Cash all in it and a nigga bring that shit to each state
Bm
Talkin' Miami to the peach state, ah
F#m Bm
Diddy to them bitches, sent them out for cheesecake, ah
E F#m Bm
In a mission when I sent them niggas on a death wish for a piece day
F#m Bm
Got a Rollie, Audemars Piguet, nigga, pete sakes
F#m Bm
Now it's Richard Milles on the wrist, that's 'round half-a-mill for a clean face, ah
F#m Bm F#m
Brick walls in a log house 'cause they put a nigga in a dog house
Bm
Some soul with it, I be still in it, if I logged out, man
F#m Bm F#m
Last night brought twin bitches to the twin tellies off of twin celly
Bm
Had him lookin' like straight Meek Nelly in the strip deli
F#m Bm
I still feel I seen it all, so shit niggas tell me ain't shit to tell me
F#m Bm
I be in it for a long time, niggas still pass, homie, ain't shit could feel me, ah
F#m Bm F#m
Uh, Pablo, my chick Tata, nice breasts with the high thighs
Bm F#m
Like KFC, only thing missin' was the hot fries
Bm F#m Bm
And the cold Coke, mink warm but it's the cold coat
F#m Bm
Brown skin on a black woman, only time I'm fuckin' with the cocos
F#m Bm F#m
Lil mama get stupider, say she want all of me, that's a kowal me, what I'ma do with her?
Bm F#m
My baby ma's so fuckin' lit, man, I wish there was two of her
Bm F#m A
I just put it in a new BMW 'cause the Lamborghini that I just copped not for the two of us
F#m Bm
Don't get it twisted, if she come on tour then I gotta cop ma her own tour bus
F#m Bm
Back and forth on the road so much, I don't get to go home much
F#m Bm F#m
Ah, ah, lot of shit glowed up, wrist lit, shit froze up
Bm
And we just gettin' to the, ah
Part 2
[Intro]
C G Bm
Em
So incredible, baby
C G Bm
This that type shit you just, you drop the wig on the donk
Em
Look in the skies, say, "God's great"
Uh
[Verse]
C
Fell asleep in first class and woke in Dubai
G
Club whites, sparklers, lookin' like Fourth of July
Bm
Instagram story clickin', tryna save the moment
Em
Sexy woman sell the pussy but we ain't condone it
C
I woke up in the hospital at 2PM
G
Abu Dhabi club party, try do me in
Bm
Paramedic talkin', tell me in the ambulance
Em
I could barely hear this nigga, just the ambiance
C
Plain face Richard Mille on my wrist
G
Last year I didn't even know that shit exists
Bm
Ed Sheeran, put me on every watch, then I roll around
Em
4 years ago, we were talkin' Pateks, it's over now
C
Shout out my nigga Ed, deserve the greatest due
G
Look at the Rollie like I'm in love with the shape of you
Bm Em
Brown face Presidential, Obama, top floor of the Trump, like I got no honour
C
I never said it though I kinda said it
G
I'm cruisin' through New York in a 911
Bm
Used to fuck Julie 'round 9:11
Em
Fly nigga in the buildin' like 9/11
C G
35 up at Gucci, nigga, Charlamagne say you stupid, nigga
Bm Em
Say I look a L, I never miss a win, big bank, next day, did that shit again
C G
Uh, screamin', "God's great", made another mill, sayin', "God's grace"
Bm
The donk lookin' like a drop Wraith
Em
Copped the car cash, nigga, for the cop face
C G
Uh, legit, baby, we always wanted to be it, baby
Bm Em
Shit, well this is it, baby, uh, Fargo, this is it, baby
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