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Lambo
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Lambo was released on September 4, 2020 by Kill Records as a part of the album Lambo - Single
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Release DateSeptember 4, 2020
LabelKill Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DELTA ARTHUR
DELTA ARTHUR
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arthur Tutaev
Arthur Tutaev
Songwriter

Lyrics

I just made 100 racks, I put 12 on your head
pour me a 4, then I hop outta benz
That’s a coupe, no roof, yeah I’m blessed
This song already made me 10k in advance
This ho already gave a good head in the benz
Now i finna sex her in back of the lamb
Flexing on my ex with an M in the bank
When I'm hitting lick I'm Wearing a mask
Glock by my side, for the night, for the drive-by
Pop an opp, do the dash in the rarri
Then I get high as fuck in the lobby
With a thick thotti she sipping on Bacardi
Make her pop Molly, now she really naughty
I pop out at your city, call me Tsunami
Gang pull up to the party, make it bloody
We ain’t playing games, this aint no Atari
I get the bag, still humble
Murked the boy, then I pray on the Bible
Hurt that girl knees, we do not flirt
Ima make her squirt, put her in Burberry skirt
Smoking herb in vert with an uzi
Ima Put you on the shirt, in the dirt, in the news
You say you work hard in hood
But you ain’t no plug, lying is no good
My bitch really bad
My bitch really bad
My bitch really bad
She wanna party, yes she wanna
My bitch really bad
Your bitch really sad
Your bitch really sad
You ain’t got no money, you ain’t got no money
My bitch really bad
My bitch really bad
My bitch really bad
She wanna party, yes she wanna
My bitch really bad
Your bitch really sad
Your bitch really sad
You ain’t got no money, you ain’t got no money
King of the drill in the hood (pow)
Bitch im gon shoot (pow pow)
Getting loot cause Im on the boot
My goons leave wounds, they do
With my dawgs, no scooby-doo
They let off that 42
They gon screw you like we in the zoo (gorillaz)
You got no clue whole crew fucked your boo
Whole crew really fucked your boo
She was getting gnarly
She was on a motherfucking perc (Percocet)
On a fucking Molly
I still sip fucing Wok
Then I go berserk
Call me Yung Trap Lord
Trappin’ outta church
My bitch really bad
My bitch really bad
My bitch really bad
She wanna party, yes she wanna
My bitch really bad
Your bitch really sad
Your bitch really sad
You ain’t got no money, you ain’t got no money
My bitch really bad
My bitch really bad
My bitch really bad
She wanna party, yes she wanna
My bitch really bad
Your bitch really sad
Your bitch really sad
You ain’t got no money, you ain’t got no money
Written by: Arthur Tutaev
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