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Brandon Amato
Brandon Amato
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Cause I need the vroom, what you call that Ventador in all black Forgiato's all that Had posters on my wall Said gimme some room, she ain't call back Can't wait to see you crawl back Gon dub the bitch, fall back And stack it till it's tall Bitch I'm off the X with a model (Gang) In the Model X She want the Prada (Yeah) That designer flex D hit the throttle (Ok) Know they kinda pressed Hakuna matata, ain't no kinda stress (Let's go) She like my vibrato, now she tryna sex She know Amato (Uh huh) Count a lotta checks I hit the lotto (That's right) Bitch I'm feeling blessed Make that thing wobble, you can be my guest (Yes sir) Oh he that's my rider I see the type of time you niggas on I hate to tell you I been in your crib I'm all in your fridge yeah I'm up in your home (Yeah) Said I need the one like Em Rata (Whew) Go tell the lady to send out the bottle (On god) I'm in CT I stay at the apostle (Yeah) She fuck with me cause the bank roll colossal (Yeah) Cause I need the vroom, what you call that Ventador in all black Forgiato's all that Had posters on my wall Said gimme some room, she ain't call back Can't wait to see you crawl back Gon dub the bitch, fall back And stack it till it's Hold on I got your boo in the back (Whew) Said woah thats a whole lot of cash (Yeah) Amiri the jeans on my ass (On god) Gon work through the night for the plaque (Yeah) I'm off of the bean and I'm smacked (Smacked) I just landed I gotta unpack (On road) 22 been all over the map (Let's go) Member I was just skipping on class Slow it down nigga Cut gon light the pack (Woah) Plug got me right no cap (Ok) Said you uptight relax (Relax) The 42 help with that (Ooo) We been on demon time Need that four season time She said she need a line And what she seek she find What she seek she find Yeah She said she need a line What you call that Vroom, what you call that Oh my god Said throw them hands up Moving like a dancer No I can't stand her Want me to romance her Only money I answer Matte black like a panther This Alexander, wang Had to get them bands up Said throw them deads up We applying pressure We young forever This that new Ricchezza It's fuck the feds, yeah Diamonds on McGregor Mouth look like treasure I'm better than ever (Yeah) Cause I need the vroom, what you call that Ventador in all black Forgiato's all that Had posters on my wall Said gimme some room, she ain't call back Can't wait to see you crawl back Gon dub the bitch, fall back And stack it till it's tall
Writer(s): Donte Moore, Brandon Amato Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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