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Slow Down Turbo
(专辑: The Sailor - 2019)
(Red Lamborghini, red Lamborghini) (Autumn, Autumn) (Light, light, light, light) 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 Andre 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 looking at me sideways? Told the
venue pay me stocks, I'm feeling 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 hurting 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 moving too fast for the
world You're gonna miss out Slow down, 'cause you're moving 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 swallowing Aim my dick and I
shoot her abdominals My shit dope, always get people wondering Your mirror broke 'cause it saw what's in front of it Walking 'round, I'm feeling like a
fully-loaded weapon I
just gave you dick, girl, why do you keep asking for a
present? Acting hella fed up, bitch, I'm never giving no more credits And my credit card ain't set up, send me money through the
FedEx Everybody sleeping 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 fucking bread up Serve it with some mozzarella, dripping on you mothafuckas You gon' need to buy umbrellas, you gon' see me at Coachella Fuck your mothafucking head up, she looking like Cinderella Man, your girl is getting 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 fucking 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
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