| Lambo doors, she ain’t ever seen before
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| Top floor in condos, pull up wearin' red rose gold
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| Pourin' lean by the 4, bad bitches at my show
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| Turn up, turn up, turn up every time you see the Migos
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| Yeah, Lambo doors, top floor condo
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| Wearin' red rose gold, fuckin' foreign hoes
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| Every time you see me, them Feds lookin' where I go
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| Gotta keep my hand clean, keep a lawyer on my phone
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| And you know the trap, it be boomin' all night long
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| And you know it, like Michael Jordan, 23, I’m in my zone
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| I might go cop official True Religion so I have to take a flight to Hong Kong
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| I’m walkin' around with a cone, when you see the goon y’all better go home
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| Steven Spielberg, bring your camera out
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| VVS shinin' so turn the lights out
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| We the youngest niggas in the street that everybody be talkin' 'bout
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| , smokin' on the mild
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| I’m in the Lam, she ain’t ever seen before
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| I’m in the 'rari she ain’t ever seen before
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| Turn up when you see the Migos
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| I got your bitch 'bout to send me her soul
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| I’m all about the head like a pillow
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| I got an eskimo in my earlobe
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| Red VV’s 'round my collarbone
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| Red Actavis in my Styrofoam
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| Black Lambo, with the butterfly doors
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| Spaceship UFO, my whip ain’t even in the store
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| I’m in the kitchen water whippin' on the stove
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| get you where you wanna go
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| I’m in the backseat coolin' in the Rolls
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| Shawty mad, couldn’t open up the doors
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| Young nigga try to out the recipe
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| The money gettin' the best of me
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| The baking soda is the recipe
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| When I was broke, rescue me
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| I know you ain’t seen it
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| Young nigga walkin' with the Louis on the beanie
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| young nigga schemin'
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| Had to pull the Lam out, shawty ain’t believe me
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| Oh she bad, but I don’t need her
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| Drop my top, I got Mazi fever
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| What’s that in your long, bad blunt? |
| I’m smokin' on Keisha
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| What’s that in your bottle? |
| Sippin' on lean by the liter
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| God damn Quavo, you movin' too slow, what the lean go for?
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| We can chop it up in the bando, I ship a pack anywhere they wanna go
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| Top floor coolin' in the condo, look out, see the ocean view
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| Make y’all niggas watch this movie, young nigga actin' like Tom Cruise
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| I got Louis V on my shoes, I got your mortgage in my jewels
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| I got a Corvette in my jeans, you broke, you don’t know what that means
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| I’m just a young nigga gettin' trap money, invest it into the rap money
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| Back then, shawty you were actin' funny, I’m a still smash, you ain’t gettin'
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| nothin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lambo Doors , by - Migos. Song from the album No Label, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп