Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gallardo , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 12.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gallardo |
| Doors going up, hoes going HAM |
| Doors going up, hoes going HAM |
| Niggas buyin pussy, niggas buyin pussy |
| Niggas buyin pussy, niggas buyin pussy |
| HUH! |
| Yeah… |
| Gucci, Liberace, Dope Boy and Versace (WHOO) |
| Came from beefaroni, all I see is lobster (HA) |
| Lamborghini lover, keep my bitches darkest (HUH) |
| I pay them boys to do it, keep my record flawless |
| May run for state attorney just to free my dogs |
| I chose to run these streets until I was a boss (HUH) |
| Don’t call it yo house until you paid it off |
| I pay up for a mouth just like a round of golf (ha-ha) |
| I try to stay in shape, I’m standing counting ones (what) |
| Red Lamborghini, bitches know I’m drivin one |
| Niggas buyin pussy, boss buyin pussy |
| I could buy the club, boss buyin toosies |
| Diamonds on my neck, call me K.O.D |
| I just want it for a nigga, so I pay the fee |
| Chea! |
| Yeah, yeah |
| When I bought my Lamborghini I paid cash nigga |
| Crack money, got it out the stash nigga |
| I got a Need For Speed, I’m in the sport cars |
| I fuck with feds just like I did my sport cars |
| I’mma let you niggas buy the pussy |
| I may tip her for the head then I keep it pushin |
| Hoes chasin that bag, 200 on my dash |
| I’m 200 with my niggas, I bring 200 with me back |
| Bitch you bad and I know it, been here on the court |
| You gon be strippin, sellin pussy til you make it to the Forbes |
| And my bitches be exotic, I pull up in the hunned |
| So white, so exotic, all set Forgiatis |
| And the man back grindin with my main Brick Squad |
| Then you bitches cookin up until they ain’t jump hard |
| Bitch! |
| My campaign, shit Bel Air, I smoke til no air there |
| Them monkey niggas some care bears, I’m chokin on my tear gas |
| My muddy look like a hill glass, fuck feelings, I feel cash |
| I cut ceilings and build past you, plastic cars are still ratchets |
| Don’t need cuts, real Caspers, double M, real bastards |
| Body count, real caskets, pimpin on them Cleopatras |
| Just money, me and that, just AK, we not just MIA |
| We in action, don’t turn this in a reenactment |
| I’m just tryin to be a real rapper, still swaggin, see about you |
| Try fuckin with me and my shit, nah, that’s that Vietnam shit |
| Fuck that BMI shit, I got me a key, I’m outchea |
| Plus that Beemer gotcha, arrivederci |
| Ain’t pleading mercy, just Lambo free and mercy |
| Break bitches, pee in purses, fuck hoes and they reimburse me |