| I feel like hoppin' out the Lamb, them haters know who I am
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| I know them people don’t like me, I really don’t give a damn
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| I still take care of the fam, and tell my mama yes ma’am
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| My niggas know that I’m solid, and I will never betray 'em
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| I bought your favorite car, ain’t this what you saving for?
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| I’m Mr. Dog Food, who the fuck you take me for?
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| Come make a movie 'bout me, my niggas don’t move without me
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| I told my dog I’m on my way, you better not shoot without me
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| We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
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| You think the opps ain’t bout that shit, you must be smokin' dope
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| You better not book me with them folks, we might shoot up the show
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| You better not look in my Lambo, I might be with your ho
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| I feel like hoppin' out the Lambo (hoppin' out the Lambo)
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| Hoppin' out the Lambo (and hoppin' out the Lambo)
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| I feel like hoppin' out the Lambo (hoppin' out the Lambo)
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| I feel like hoppin' out the Lambo (and hoppin' out the Lambo)
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| I feel like hoppin' out the Lamb, them haters know who I am
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| I know them people don’t like me, I really don’t give a damn
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| I still take care of the fam, and tell my mama yes ma’am
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| My niggas know that I’m solid, and I will never betray 'em
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| Lamborghini, Lamborghini, you so much to me
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| I never let a bitch get in if that bitch ugly
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| You ain’t gotta fall in love with me, bitch you love the car
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| We ain’t gotta fuck inside a room, we fuckin' in the car
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| I swear that pussy get real wet, every day I gotta feel that
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| I’ma pay that girl monthly rent, please tell me where the bills at
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| You can be Keyshia, I will be Gucci
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| I won’t be stupid, long as we stupid
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| Long as we stupid for each other
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| Hop in the Lamb and burn rubber
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| I feel like hoppin' out the Lambo (hoppin' out the Lambo)
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| Hoppin' out the Lambo (and hoppin' out the Lambo)
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| I feel like hoppin' out the Lambo (hoppin' out the Lambo)
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| I feel like hoppin' out the Lambo (and hoppin' out the Lambo)
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| I feel like hoppin' out the Lamb, them haters know who I am
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| I know them people don’t like me, I really don’t give a damn
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| I still take care of the fam, and tell my mama yes ma’am
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| My niggas know that I’m solid, and I will never betray 'em
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| I just pulled up on a barbie, candy red Ferrari
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| Non-apologetic, I’m not really really sorry
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| My neck look like a Fiji (brr), face look like graffiti
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| All on these people TV, I know you see me (it's Gucci)
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| Jumpin' out the genie, my wrist look like it’s freezin'
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| My ears look like they blinkin', it looks so easy
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| Park right in front of Neimans, still can’t believe it
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| This brand new Lamborghini, she showin' cleavage
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| I feel like hoppin' out the Lambo (hoppin' out the Lambo)
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| Hoppin' out the Lambo (and hoppin' out the Lambo)
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| I feel like hoppin' out the Lambo (hoppin' out the Lambo)
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| I feel like hoppin' out the Lambo (and hoppin' out the Lambo)
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| I feel like hoppin' out the Lamb, them haters know who I am
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| I know them people don’t like me, I really don’t give a damn
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| I still take care of the fam, and tell my mama yes ma’am
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| My niggas know that I’m solid, and I will never betray 'em |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lamborghini Music , by - Ralo. Song from the album Diary of the Streets 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп