Real Addresses

Tory Lanez – Real Addresses Lyrics

Whipping all this dope up in the trap house

We f**k all you bi**hes at a trap house

I can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses

It don’t mean to be like Jerry Stackhouse

I might fall in love with my trap house

I can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses

Whipping all this dope look like I’m selling phony

All that ni**a want that Rarri with the bezel on it

I see ni**as change from friends into them telling on me

I see ni**as go from friends to getting jealous on me

I see ni**as call their shooters and their felons one me

I see ni**as get religious when their heir was coming

I had to trust the plug sometimes, ain’t have no scale up on me

Whip a couple liters now

Trap house got too hot and now I’m trapping out my fiend’s house

Had to break the lease tho

And I pay my little ni**a just to watch out for police now

Cause it look like a four in my kitchen

It look like I’m cooking with them zoes in my kitchen

I’m water whipping, whipping four with my kitchen

My ni**a Trey he pack a four for you ni**as

Whipping all this dope up in the trap house

We fvck all you b!tches at a trap house

I can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses

It don’t mean to be like Jerry Stackhouse

I might fall in love with my trap house

I can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses

When my grandma kicked me out the house

I said f**k it dawg, I’m bout to bounce

I said f**k it dawg, I gots to make it

I said f**k it”

Started hustling and got that six

My ni**a Shadow he come with that ladder

I know some scammers that come with that data

Gotta ask em how we pull up in a Lambo

Shout go out to Dream that Bape and…Camo

Flexing bi**h, I’m in the latest

I put all my baddest bi**hes in their favorite fragrance

I might f**k a country bi**h that got that diner, diner

I might make a movie with em like I’m Damon Wayans, ya feel?

I might whip the four with my kitchen

It look like a ni**a selling O’s in my kitchen

I’m whipping, my wrist it feel cold in this kitchen

And I’m flipping again, where it goes in this kitchen?

Whipping all this dope up in the trap house

We fvck all you b!tches at a trap house

I can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses

It don’t mean to be like Jerry Stackhouse

I might fall in love with my trap house

I can’t trust you hoes, can’t give you real addresses

Tory Lanez Lyrics