konichiwa lyrics – tory lanez


konichiwa b*tches from beijing to saigon
beijing to saigon, beijing to saigon
konichiwa b*tches from beijing to saigon
beijing to saigon, beijing to saigon

[verse 1:]
say konichiwa umm, all you n*gg*s know who i am
i rock diamond wooden? threw some pieces on my timing
i’m in everything that’s fresh and fantastic, yes it gets spastic
and all my measures is drastic like rocking leather in afri- ca
ha, i’m laughing at you dumb*ss n*gg*s
b*tch, hiking *ss gotta give you thumb *ss n*gg*s
i ain’t throw it away, i’m no b*m-*ss n*gg*
give me jordans and j’s, just a young *ss n*gg*
i wear levis that be hot as the streets out in hialeah
i’m watching eli in the hummer, i’m screaming “andele e.i”
it’s funny i got your honey, told her welcome to the beehive
i can see why, i can be why the reason you n*gg*s hate
i’m a grinder, that’s just a reminder
you can look around for your girl, you won’t find her
telling me to chill, i don’t really have the time to
ohhh where your girl from? uh, japan or china
and i’m just

konichiwa b*tches, b*tches, b*tches, b*tches
konichiwa b*tches, b*tches, b*tches, b*tches
(we don’t talk no more, we make statements)
konichiwa b*tches
konichiwa b*tches

konichiwa b*tches from beijing to saigon
beijing to saigon, beijing to saigon
konichiwa b*tches from beijing to saigon
beijing to saigon, beijing to saigon

[verse 2:]
say konichiwale, uchi wale, uzzi bang bang
mami from japan, and probably on your rang-a-lang
and you n*gg*s won’t bang-a-thing
i’m wally? wipe your gang-and-them
so if you haters hate me you can lollipop my gang-i-lang
i’m banging like the motherflucking b*ss up on the treble
i swear i eat these beats and i can taste the instrumental
your girl says i’m running through the mazes of her mental
she give me brain she don’t wanna keep the taste up in her dental
man i know chicks, i got more chicks
i got fast chicks, i got slow chicks
i know flexible chicks that can do gymnastics and aerobics
i know that chick, i know your chick
and i do my singing for chicks
i know more tricks than a magician who know tricks
she say ‘oh sh*t’, cause i better get her wetter than the ocean
if you say no to lanez then p*ssy n*gg* you don’t know sh*t
i’m so dope that you can smoke this out in alleyways and porches
i be balling like i’m bowling, but hit strike like it’s a protest in the poaches


[verse 3:]
uh, last verse but the n*gg* back first
with a billi and a milli and i’m really back for firmly rappers, or silly actors
and i’m going for a bong and i’m on a ladder
and i got a couple women that be living in my city and they can’t talk with me unless they really looking pretty
and the n*gg*s call their phone cause they really is pity cause they really give me dome in a tele in a tele
and i’m getting in their belly, really getting ready
hot like a chilli pepper sitting in the middle of a dessert
i’m a give ya’ll what ya b*tches de-nali?
and i be getting blown out when i’m sipping cavalli
i keep it dirty like bad black chick in an alley
but i be clean like a wiped white chick in a valley
i got a girl in miami, a chick up in cali
i do b*tch hoes i should be rowdy
wait, hold the phone, i’m on the phone
the young soldier, the boy known to hold his own
i make an atlanta b*tch give me georgia dome
and if i ever am rich i am more than known
the type of balling you gotta put jordan on
and no, this alcohol got me more than gone
and if you ain’t heard i’m balling then your source is wrong
and i’ve been looking for a grill like a scorching own
escort your own to the porsche owned
and i run this sh*t like a course baton
my bag is louis and of course vuitton
in the air n*gg* and i ain’t got my forces on
i eat rappers and get a full coursing on
lame, ya’ll n*gg*s get a full torching on
and if you ain’t doing right then of course it’s wrong
but i’m a kill them dr. kevorkian
konichiwa b*tches

/ tory lanez lyrics