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rick ross - gallardo lyrics

{maybach music}

[chorus 2x: female]
i only f-ck with n-ggas in them lambos (gallardo)
i only f-ck with n-ggas in them lambos (murcielago)
doors going up, hoes going ham
doors going up, hoes going ham

[interlude: female]
n-ggas buyin p-ssy, n-ggas buyin p-ssy
n-ggas buyin p-ssy, n-ggas buyin p-ssy

[rick ross]
huh! yeah…
gucci, liberace, dope boy and versace (whoo)
came from beefaroni, all i see is lobster (ha)
lamborghini lover, keep my b-tches 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, b-tches know i’m drivin one
n-ggas buyin p-ssy, boss buyin p-ssy
i could buy the club, boss buyin toosies
diamonds on my neck, call me k.o.d
i just want it for a n-gga, so i pay the fee

[chorus] + [interlude]
[yo gotti]
chea! yeah, yeah
when i bought my lamborghini i paid cash n-gga
crack money, got it out the stash n-gga
i got a need for speed, i’m in the sport cars
i f-ck with feds just like i did my sport cars
i’mma let you n-ggas buy the p-ssy
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 n-ggas, i bring 200 with me back
b-tch you bad and i know it, been here on the court
you gon be strippin, sellin p-ssy til you make it to the forbes
and my b-tches 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 {maybach music}
then you b-tches cookin up until they ain’t jump hard
b-tch!

[chorus] + [interlude]
[gunplay]
my campaign, sh-t bel air, i smoke til no air there
them monkey n-ggas some care bears, i’m chokin on my tear gas
my muddy look like a hill gl-ss, f-ck 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 b-st-rds
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 f-ckin with me and my sh-t, nah, that’s that vietnam sh-t
f-ck that bmi sh-t, i got me a key, i’m outchea
plus that beemer gotcha, arrivederci
ain’t pleading mercy, just lambo free and mercy
break b-tches, pee in purses, f-ck hoes and they reimburse me

[interlude] + [chorus]

[interlude]

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