Lambo Lyrics – Young Cooley
Singer: Young Cooley
Title: Lambo
Lambo got him mad as f#ck
His daddy was a duck
I’m a self made n#gg#
I could never self-destruct
I’m a self made millionaire
Got millions in the tuck
I know real plug n#gg#s
They got chickens you can pluck
Say you wanna see me win
Why we not winning then
You miss the one you suppose to hit that mean go spin again
Don’t need no friendly friends
This FN flip many vans
This Glock got a 50 on it
f#ck you many men
Mannn we flying Lears again
Poppin all year again
I got diamonds like Iverson
Inside my ears again
New Ferrari which the the gears again
Yo b#tch I reel em in
When we hear the news
They got his #ss
You know we cheer again
Lamborghini b#tch I reel em in
Come pop a pill with Ben
When you Poppin
You can pop a friend
And hop inside a Benz
We got options Nîgga we eat lobster
Of that pasta then
Playing wit dat Gwalla you get
Shot by all my Rasta friends
Money on ya head
Head shot won’t even hit the legs
Drive bys got n#gg#s
Sleepin on the floor
They scared of beds
Act & Red
Activist ain’t dead
You n#gg#s broke just said it
Load & spray it
You n#gg#s can’t box wit me I sugar ray it
n#gg#s round here actin like
They sippin boy that Sudafed
n#gg#s round here acting like they real
But they true to feds
f#ck a newly wed
b#tch I’m married to the game
I want some juicy head
Heard what Cooley said
Say you wanna see me win
Why we not winning then
You miss the one you suppose to hit that go spin again
Don’t need no friendly friends
This FN flip many vans
This Glock got a 50 on it
f#ck you many men
Mannn we flying lears again
Poppin all year again
I got diamonds like Iverson
Inside my ears again
New Ferrari switch the gears again
Yo b#tch I reel em in
When we hear the news
They got his #ss
You know we cheer again
Spot his ass, got his #ss
He went from bumpin Gotti
To a bodybag, I gotta brag
I’m popping tags
I got it bad,I pull up in that shhhh
Mannn I got em mad
f#ck it mannn I told em It’s ok
Told dat hoe come my way
Told that b#tch you gotta eat my dick
Just like food on a plate
Told that b#tch I’m going great
I got ice on me like lakes
Told that b#tch you know I pop my sh#t
And It ain’no debate
b#tch I’m rolling just like skates
Tony know I’m having flakes
Told that b#tch you know we f#ckin right
We don’t go on dates
Told that b#tch you know we f#ckin right
We don’t go on dates
Told that b#tch you got to find a ride
Yo house a long way
Say you wanna see me win
Why we not winning then
You miss the one you suppose to hit that mean go spin again
Don’t need no friendly friends
This FN flip many vans
This Glock got a 50 on it
f#ck you many men
Mann we flying lears again
Poppin all year again
I got diamonds like Iverson
Inside my ears again
New Ferrai switch the gears again
Yo b#tch I reel em in
When we hear the news
They got his #ss
You know we cheer again
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