Tory Lanez – Understand

Tory Lanez - Understand
– Understand

Listen to this Canadian rapper, singer, songwriter, and record producer, Tory Lanez, as he dishes out a new offering titled “Understand”.

Specially created for a sensational listening experience; The rapper mixes clever wordplays with a soothing melodies.

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YeahYeah, yeahYoung Jefe, holmesYeahRun that back, Turbo
Choppers on deck, everything is on demandYou want a check, first you gotta have a planAnd she soaking wet, she drippin’ goddamnMy little butter pecan, yeah she got a tanGirl you need a man, and he need them bandsAnd y’all need a planAnd y’all can’t be playin’Do you understand, what the fuck that I’m sayin’?Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the fuck that I’m sayin’?
It’s a new day, I’m makin’ playsHit green Young Jefe get out of my wayGhost ridin’ a Wraith, she said it’s not safeTwo bands on my chains bitch get out of my faceGirl can’t you see it’s a lot on my plateGirl can’t you see that they lyin’, they fakeI’m makin’ money not makin’ mistakesAlready don’t like me I know they gon’ hateShe fuck me good, just like she shouldShe fix me breakfast and roll me a ‘WoodAin’t leavin’, never and that’s understoodReally respect her when she in the hoodReally respect her when she in the mallGucci my Letterman that’s how I ballShe say I’m a gentleman and I’m a bossGirl you so elegant, ain’t got a flawI’m very repellent (yeah)To all of my exes (What? What?)They say that I’m eggin’ (yeah)My bitch she intelligent (ayy)I’m sippin’ on medicine (yeah)They can’t get no evidence (up)Drastic measurement (up, up)This shit was heaven sent (yeah, yeah)
Choppers on deck, everything is on demandYou want a check, first you gotta have a planAnd she soaking wet, she drippin’ goddamn (drippin’ goddamn)My little butter pecan, yeah she got a tan (she got a tan)Girl you need a man (need a man), and he need them bands (need them bands)And y’all need a plan (get a plan)And y’all can’t be playin’Do you understand, what the fuck that I’m sayin’? (oh, woah)Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the fuck that I’m sayin’? (oh, woah)
Do you understand? (Do you understand?)What the fuck that I’m sayin’? (Fuck that I’m sayin’)‘Cause I’m all in you rubber band, yeahI got hunnids and money bands, yeahIn the back of the van, oohI used to eat out the can, flewStraight from a fly to Sudan, twoBad lil’ bitches done fucked me, they know what the plan, the plan isFuckin’ you in the van and beatin’ it up like it’s MMAAin’t cuffin’ no pussy that’s innocentI fuck it then put it on better daysAnd I be smellin’ like lemonade, out of Minute MaidIn Aventador, pull up in the doorAnd it’s any days, put you in a dazeOh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeahDo you understand? (Do you understand?)I used to hit the corner really peachy do you want the hand? (Do you want the hand?)I hit the block on the four (four)All my niggas do the most (most)Me and Glizzy like the brosDisappearing in the Ghost, woah
Choppers on deck, everything is on demandYou want a check, first you gotta have a planAnd she soaking wet, she drippin’ goddamnMy little butter pecan, yeah she got a tanGirl you need a man, and he need them bandsAnd y’all need a planAnd y’all can’t be playin’Do you understand, what the fuck that I’m sayin’?Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the fuck that I’m sayin’?
We need a safe, house with a lakeBig Body Benz, Rollie big faceCover your lens, I see the fakeDodgin’ the case, gotta escapeEat everyday, I keep food on the plateShe fuck me good, wake up feedin’ me grapesStones in my ears they can’t ears what you sayMe and Fif took that Rolls Royce outta spaceDude you twenty and I’m tryna raceShe ’bout that money we fuck at the bankNiggas turn fraud when you tell ’em you can’tI order ship and ain’t lettin’ it sinkYou gon’ get rich or just live with your rankGot three or four watches still no time to waitAnd start lookin’ at it I know what you thinkYou gon’ ride or die, homie down to grave (down to the grave)It’s hard paint a picture without all the paintI look in your eyes and I can’t see the painI just want her box so I give her a ringGirl you a diamond don’t need to appraiseYou didn’t even hear, but I know that you savedJust met a agent, he gon’ get me paidI buy one more chain and I’m gon’ be a slave
Choppers on deck, everything is on demandYou want a check, first you gotta have a planAnd she soaking wet, she drippin’ goddamnMy little butter pecan, yeah she got a tanGirl you need a man, and he need them bandsAnd y’all need a planAnd y’all can’t be playin’Do you understand, what the fuck that I’m sayin’?Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the fuck that I’m sayin’?

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