Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slow Down Turbo, artist - Rich Brian. Album song The Sailor, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 12tone, 88rising
Song language: English
Slow Down Turbo |
I ain’t got no red Lamborghini and I ain’t a model |
Stars on my TV, I ain’t got in color |
I ain’t got no red Lamborghini, no bubbles in my bottle |
Damn, this is easy, but baby, I’m gon' run 'em |
Let me, uh, shoot my shit real quick |
When I shoot, ayy, they gon' get a top fade, ooh |
She bad, and she always tryna rendezvous |
Speak the truth, keep it 3K like I’m André |
Can’t relate to this, guess we grew 'round different things, man |
When I shoot, ayy, they gon' get a top fade |
This ain’t horizontal, why you lookin' at me sideways? |
Told the venue pay me stocks, I’m feelin' like Beyoncé |
I won’t ever quit, I was born to be the shit, ayy |
Uh, how’s it feel? |
Been through ups and downs and they still ask me, «How's it feel?» |
Face is hurtin' from the smiles, it’s time to keep it real |
I been in the booth like, «Who the fuck I gotta kill?» |
Slow down, 'cause you’re movin' too fast for the world |
You’re gonna miss out |
Slow down, 'cause you’re movin' too fast for the world |
You’re gonna miss out |
Winter jacket on me, I love when it’s cold out |
Act so tough, tell me what you really know 'bout |
Closed-eyed chronicles, slow ride carnivals, no lines audible |
Your girl, my girl, it’s all the same when she swallowin' |
Aim my dick and I shoot her abdominals |
My shit dope, always get people wonderin' |
Your mirror broke 'cause it saw what’s in front of it |
Walkin' 'round, I’m feelin' like a fully-loaded weapon |
I just gave you dick, girl, why do you keep askin' for a present? |
Actin' hella fed up, bitch, I’m never givin' no more credits |
And my credit card ain’t set up, send me money through the FedEx |
Everybody sleepin' on me, ain’t nobody tryna get up |
I just bought another mirror, hope I see somebody better |
I don’t wanna play no game, lil' bitch, I’m on another level |
See me at the bakery, I’m tryna get my fuckin' bread up |
Serve it with some mozzarella, drippin' on you mothafuckas |
You gon' need to buy umbrellas, you gon' see me at Coachella |
Fuck your mothafuckin' head up, she lookin' like Cinderella |
Man, your girl is gettin' wetter, we about to go meta |
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) |
Hold 50 bands, been on road like 50 days |
I got hella songs inside the vault that I already made |
Yeah, we gon' deliver this in five business days |
I sell shows like my fuckin' name Billy Mays |
These hoes all around me fake, they all Vinny Chase |
Your girl already know the Wi-Fi at my place |
I called her December, she drove in the rain |
She got banned from Uber, she drove the minivan |