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Yamborghini High (feat. Juicy J)
A$AP Mob
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Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these mother****ers fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these mother****ers fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Yeah, I'm gettin' cake, yeah, it's no debate Yeah, I fornicate with foreign hoes that I date, like, every day Yeah, yeah, I rock the Raf, yeah, I bought the Wraith Yeah, I'm out of state, yeah, I like to race Yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I wake up late, yeah, I'm out of shape, yeah, I'm eatin' crêpes Yeah, I'm sippin' wine, yeah, she feed me grapes She make no mistakes, me make no complaints I love how she think she graduated with that brain She go to Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these mother****ers fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these mother****ers fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Tool on my waist, shades on my face Money in the bank, make no mistake Nast does it great Hoes wanna ****, car parked out front Leavin' wit' me 'cause I'm a G Made in the streets, rep for the streets So I keep a piece Mother****ers try to front, act if he want Act like he tough, end up in a box layin' on the side Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these mother****ers fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these mother****ers fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches My mama told me save that money, bank accounts, don't spend that bread Cash out on new necklaces, 14 karat bracelet Dibble dabble with the lean High-tech with the cream, soda As I whipped the yola Lambo red, Coca Cola My bros, Cosa Nostra Ridin' on a speedboat She suckin', lickin', deepthroat Rey Mysterio When I'm jumpin' off the top rope Banana clip with the scope Wearin' all white Like I'm the ****ing Pope I'm on a Yamborghini high, flyin' high through the sky, hey yo Yammy's vision got us rich Catch a mother****er flying by in a Lambo Sippin' the Henny got me gone now I'm gettin' in my zone, hey yo R.I.P. to my mother****er, the gallon goin' to my dome, hey yo This how it feel to be rich, Mother****er' bitches in the mix, yeah Where the chiquitas is at? Yamborghini with the mother****ers, yeah Lil Newport lit, Young Lord with the mother****ers, yeah I ain't with the game, mother****er, she blow my cartridge, yeah My jewelry glistening why I'm always chilly Can't believe a mother****er made a couple milli'Bout to cop the house way up in the hillies With a bad bitch in the Bentley Wood grain with the roof gone Make a mother****er fold like a futon Gettin' bread like a crouton Tell me what the mother****er is you on Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these mother****ers fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these mother****ers fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches (OG, mother****er keep it low key Coolin' in the low ride Tourin' with the Rollies Rollin' cheifin' OG Damn I got the smoke right Let you gain floor seats Foreign hoes, foreign freaks, all that on the boat trip Mother****er I'm a OG Gotta it for the mother****ing fiends, product of the mother****ing game) Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout...
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