Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lamborghini Music, artist - Ralo. Date of issue: 08.02.2018
Song language: English
Lamborghini Music |
| I feel like hoppin' out the Lamb, them haters know who I am |
| I know them people don’t like me, I really don’t give a damn |
| I still take care of the fam, and tell my mama yes ma’am |
| My niggas know that I’m solid, and I will never betray 'em |
| I bought your favorite car, ain’t this what you saving for? |
| I’m Mr. Dog Food, who the fuck you take me for? |
| Come make a movie 'bout me, my niggas don’t move without me |
| I told my dog I’m on my way, you better not shoot without me |
| We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke |
| You think the opps ain’t bout that shit, you must be smokin' dope |
| You better not book me with them folks, we might shoot up the show |
| You better not look in my Lambo, I might be with your ho |
| I feel like hoppin' out the Lambo (hoppin' out the Lambo) |
| Hoppin' out the Lambo (and hoppin' out the Lambo) |
| I feel like hoppin' out the Lambo (hoppin' out the Lambo) |
| I feel like hoppin' out the Lambo (and hoppin' out the Lambo) |
| I feel like hoppin' out the Lamb, them haters know who I am |
| I know them people don’t like me, I really don’t give a damn |
| I still take care of the fam, and tell my mama yes ma’am |
| My niggas know that I’m solid, and I will never betray 'em |
| Lamborghini, Lamborghini, you so much to me |
| I never let a bitch get in if that bitch ugly |
| You ain’t gotta fall in love with me, bitch you love the car |
| We ain’t gotta fuck inside a room, we fuckin' in the car |
| I swear that pussy get real wet, every day I gotta feel that |
| I’ma pay that girl monthly rent, please tell me where the bills at |
| You can be Keyshia, I will be Gucci |
| I won’t be stupid, long as we stupid |
| Long as we stupid for each other |
| Hop in the Lamb and burn rubber |
| I feel like hoppin' out the Lambo (hoppin' out the Lambo) |
| Hoppin' out the Lambo (and hoppin' out the Lambo) |
| I feel like hoppin' out the Lambo (hoppin' out the Lambo) |
| I feel like hoppin' out the Lambo (and hoppin' out the Lambo) |
| I feel like hoppin' out the Lamb, them haters know who I am |
| I know them people don’t like me, I really don’t give a damn |
| I still take care of the fam, and tell my mama yes ma’am |
| My niggas know that I’m solid, and I will never betray 'em |
| I just pulled up on a barbie, candy red Ferrari |
| Non-apologetic, I’m not really really sorry |
| My neck look like a Fiji (brr), face look like graffiti |
| All on these people TV, I know you see me (it's Gucci) |
| Jumpin' out the genie, my wrist look like it’s freezin' |
| My ears look like they blinkin', it looks so easy |
| Park right in front of Neimans, still can’t believe it |
| This brand new Lamborghini, she showin' cleavage |
| I feel like hoppin' out the Lambo (hoppin' out the Lambo) |
| Hoppin' out the Lambo (and hoppin' out the Lambo) |
| I feel like hoppin' out the Lambo (hoppin' out the Lambo) |
| I feel like hoppin' out the Lambo (and hoppin' out the Lambo) |
| I feel like hoppin' out the Lamb, them haters know who I am |
| I know them people don’t like me, I really don’t give a damn |
| I still take care of the fam, and tell my mama yes ma’am |
| My niggas know that I’m solid, and I will never betray 'em |