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young cooley - lambo lyrics

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lambo got him mad as f_ck
his daddy was a duck
i’m a self made n_gga
i could never self_destruct

i’m a self made millionaire
got millions in the tuck
i know real plug n_ggas
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 ass
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_ggas

sleepin on the floor
they scared of beds
act & red
activist ain’t dead

you n_ggas broke just said it
load & spray it
you n_ggas can’t box wit me i sugar ray it
n_ggas round here actin like

they sippin boy that sudafed
n_ggas 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 ass
you know we cheer again
spot his ass, got his ass
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 d_ck

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 ass
you know we cheer again

- young cooley

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