Tokyo Nights Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh
Ooh

[Chorus]
I pull up and hop out the cleanest (Oh)
They come and then get you, they mean it (Skrr)
He copy my style when he see me (Skrr)
She hate me but really don't mean it (ooh)
She ridin' it up when she finished (Oh)
My YSL poppin', I'm shittin' (Oh)
You smokin' that mid in your pictures (Oh)
Them niggas gon' have to come get you (skrr-skrr)
I pull up and hop out the cleanest (Oh)
They come and then get you, they mean it (Skrr)
He copy my style when he see me (Skrr)
She hate me but really don't mean it (Ooh)
She ridin' it up when she finished (Oh)
My YSL poppin', I'm shittin' (Oh)
You smokin' that mid in your pictures (Oh)
Them niggas gon' have to come get you

[Verse 1]
They hate me, they know that I made it (Ooh)
You f*ckin' me up, you're my favorite (Hey)
Them bitches all in rotation (Hey)
Fresh cup bitch don't wait (Hey)
Suck me off, get a Mercedes (Skrr-skrr)
Baby I'm lit, goin' eighty
Tokyo kill 'em, ayy, uh
Makin' them bands every day, uh
Tell that bitch [?] way
In the North [?]
Shawty ain't give me play (Ooh)
Now a nigga paid (Yeah)
Fake it 'til you make it, yeah
That's that shit that hurts
Ice cubes on my neck, yeah
How much is it worth?
In the foreign (Skrr, skrr)
And it's pourin' (Skrr, skrr)
Listen to your mixtape and it's borin' (Oh)
Careful on the streets, speedin' while it's snowin' (Oh)
She a thotty and you copped her not knowin'
I be on the plane, yeah, while you hoein' (Skrr, skrr)
Sippin' on that brown, yeah, Kelly Rowland (Yeah, yeah)
Baby, I just bought your flight, where you goin'?
Couple strokes in that p*ssy like a whirlwind (Ooh)

[Chorus]
I pull up and hop out the cleanest (Oh)
They come and then get you, they mean it (Skrr)
He copy my style when he see me (Skrr) She hate me but really don't mean it (Ooh)
She ridin' it up when she finished (Yeah)
My YSL poppin', I'm shittin' (Oh)
You smokin' that mid in your pictures (Oh)
Them niggas gon' have to come get you (Skrr-skrr)
I pull up and hop out the cleanest (Oh)
They come and then get you, they mean it (Skrr)
He copy my style when he see me (Skrr)
She hate me but really don't mean it (Ooh)
She ridin' it up when she finished (Ooh)
My YSL poppin', I'm shittin' (Ooh)
You smokin' that mid in your pictures (Ooh)
Them niggas gon' have to come get you (Skrrt)

[Verse 2]
Check up
If I give it to you, don't mess up
Gotta get money to flex up
Double D, yeah, get you chest up
Got a lil' good, well you next up
Give me that top, keep your head up
Makin' that sound, get your bread up
Mom told me, "Keep my head up"
ATM, I get that cash, know I get the guap
ATM, the speedin' hard, I got that shit lock
Louis with the Gucci, yeah, I mix it in Japan
Showin' off your Burberry, FaceTime with friends
Lowkey, your bitches wanna f*ck me, I ain't playin'
I get the money, power up, like it's Super Saiyan
Christmas on the island, yeah, she just wanna tan
Louis [?], ooh yeah, I'ma need a fan

[Bridge]
Fake it 'til you make it, yeah
That's that shit that hurts
Ice cubes on my neck, yeah
How much is it worth?
In the foreign
And it's pourin'
Listen to your mixtape and it's borin'
Careful on the streets, speedin' while it's snowin'
She a thotty and you copped her not knowin'
I be on the plane, yeah, while you hoein'
Sippin' on that brown, yeah, Kelly Rowland
Baby, I just bought you a flight, where you goin'?
Couple strokes in that p*ssy like a whirlwind (Ooh)

[Outro]
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