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Lời bài hát: Lamborghini Doors

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Real talk, so when my nigga Meek called his case, I went to visit him. I'm walking up to the jailhouse, all the niggas start wrecking, beating on the glass, kicking the door and ***. So when I walked through the door, the captain tells me, you can't come in here. Okay, cool. Came back two weeks later, I got access. As soon as I got on the cell block, I heard it all the way from down the hallway. My nigga had on yellow Balenciagas. They gonna love me, they gonna love me now. I bet they tell their friends they wanna *** me now. I bet they say put his niggas on. Now we coming up like the Lamborghini doors. Corners wanna check him like Odell Beckham. I could pin the record or just draw the weapon. She know I'm living reckless, looking at my necklace. I'ma blow this 40 on me, you can say the lectures. Homicides rise as the sun falls. Watch a dog die as my gun bark. It's helicopter flies for the one in charge. If I sent you to die, well that's a hundred shots. Judge banging like a blood, show a nigga love. Caught him with a kilo, so he hit him with a dub. We bulletproof the trucks like the ones in Iraq. Where I'm at, you lock your door and you using the latch. Now with stones on my hands, Roberto Durance. Stood tall in the feds, don't fall on the fam. Try to point me to the money, no hole in my hand. Somebody take me to the bank, cause it open at 10. Poverty stricken, boy, you gotta be kidding. Living like we hit the lottery, nigga. I been tipping since Scottie was pipping, Chad was sipping. And before I had that bag, I used to bag them bitches. I'm so cocky and I'm confident. All these killers in my ambience. Say what I want, nobody stopping it. Get out my dick, nigga. Where you was at when I could've died for this? Or died for that? Where a nigga Roger at? Said I took a loss, but I got it back. Woo! Me and all my dawgs sell a lot of that food. Talking to the Lord, knowing that it's not cool. Made me shoot a rapper like my name was Benny Boom. Started out with a N, now a nigga in a room. Sweeping rich bitches off they feet like a broom. Double M, G, bitch, you know how we move. Whole lot of choppers, nigga, I could never lose. I was a man. Oh, how we turned their heads. I mastered the game. Oh, how they raised their hands like Nebuchadnezzar. We, we're going up. We, we're going up oh so high. Like Nebuchadnezzar. We're going up so high. I sang this years ago. Picasso on the road. Made that game, nigga. Pains on the wall, you never know the cost. You're banging on the boss, that boy'll be a corpse. I'm stepping through the door, my back against the wall. My pocket's fat enough to catch a nigga if I fall. Love to see a pretty bitch rolling a wood leaf. Phone ringing, smiling like I got some gold teeth. I caught a bird jet, smarter on the Maltese. I left for chicken in D.C. out on the Northeast. Such a villain, niggas killing for my poetry. Trying to go back underground, that's once they noticed me. I'm really not the one you want to handle funny. At the Grammys, my lil' homie had the harmony. You niggas out of style with your wedding vows. I still be making rounds like I'm Kevin Lowes. Time to set a date for trial, we never settle out. Them Lamborghini doors, you see me stepping out. Started out poor with plans to own more. The ridin' under stars, the life we live for. Dreaming of things we can't afford. But now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors. Ooh, they gon' love me, they gon' love me now. I bet they tell their friends they wanna *** me now. Yeah, I bet they say put his niggas on. And now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors.

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