Toronto Lyrics

Hey hey hey hey

She want Wendy's, but I took her to McDonald's

They thought I was broke, but I'm ballin like Toronto

I don't really give a fuck, I don't give a fuck nigga

What you want hoe

Don't care if you my wife

I am never making you a song hoe

Run up on him he get knocked off

And she say I'm fire like some hot sauce

Drip all on my zapatos

And my gang gonna take the block off

Run up on you like "fah fah"

Ima hit you with the "fah fah"

Pop pop "fah fah"

Im witcha girl and we dancing the salsa

They caught me slipping don't talk about that

I got a real penis I don't need a strap

I'm bout hit that bit from the muchfuckin back

We up in that room and you can hear the clap

Here is a fact

I'm tryna get so damn rich

So I don't have to pay no tax

I'm talking bout billions billions

Never-mind, talking bout trillions trillions

I can see in her eyes

She want me

She wanna ride like a pony

Girl you'll never be lonely

You such a fake you a phony

You such a phony

I run up on you turn the beef to bologna

I'm on the DVD like Sony

I'm tryna get me a Island

Like it's coney

Like I said she tryna ride like a pony

But I'ma repeat I can't fuck with no phonies

Shoutout Montana, I'm not talking Tony

I cannot fuck with that hoe

Cuz she is bony

Uh huh

Lil hoe get out my business

Go to the gym cuz I'm worried bout fitness

When I hit that hoe then I finish

She don't wanna get down with the sickness

Christmas, twelve wishes

She talking shit I block her with the quickness

I do not like bitches

We off the wock

All my niggas we sipping

Flippin rippin

Gettin it Gettin it

1950s black people

We sitting in

Hearing this shit

Im thanking you for listening

I got my bitch in the back and we get it in

Flippin ripin

Gettin it Gettin it

That girl she said that I'm so hot I'm sizzling

That nigga warming that nigga is fizzlin

That nigga old as fuck using that ridalin

Pow pow

Pull out the gun then I blam

Feel like Meech a nigga get slammed

She throw it back on me god damn

Skrt off the lot in a muhfuckin lamb

Pull up on you with that muhfuckin blam

Talk about me but I don't give a damn

Shoutout my cousin and all of my fam

All of my niggas pull up then we jam

Jam

On ya

Bam

On ya

Im in the cage like Sonya

Im on a hill like Jonah

Jam

On ya

Bam

On ya

She so bad I might get a boner

I might run up on her and bone her

She want Wendy's but, I took her to McDonald's

They thought I was broke, But I'm ballin like Toronto

I don't really give a fuck, I don't give a fuck nigga

What you want hoe

Don't care if you my wife

I am never making you a song hoe

Run up on him he get knocked off

And she say I'm fire like some hot sauce

Drip all on my zapatos

And my gang gonna take the block off

Run up on you like "fah fah"

Ima hit you with the "fah fah"

Pop pop "fah fah"

Im witcha girl and we dancing the salsa