Song: Lambo
Artist:  Young Cooley
Year: 2021
Viewed: 58 - Published at: 8 years ago

Lambo got him mad as fuck
His daddy was a duck
I’m a self made nigga
I could never self-destruct

I’m a self made millionaire
Got millions in the tuck
I know real plug niggas
They got chickens you can pluck

Say you wanna see me win
Why we not winning then
You miss the one you suppose to hit that mean go spin again
Don’t need no friendly friends

This FN flip many vans
This Glock got a 50 on it
Fuck you many men
Mannn we flying Lears again

Poppin all year again
I got diamonds like Iverson
Inside my ears again
New Ferrari which the the gears again
Yo bitch I reel em in
When we hear the news
They got his ass
You know we cheer again

Lamborghini bitch I reel em in
Come pop a pill with Ben
When you Poppin
You can pop a friend

And hop inside a Benz
We got options Nîgga we eat lobster
Of that pasta then
Playing wit dat Gwalla you get

Shot by all my Rasta friends
Money on ya head
Head shot won’t even hit the legs
Drive bys got niggas

Sleepin on the floor
They scared of beds
Act & Red
Activist ain’t dead

You niggas broke just said it
Load & spray it
You niggas can’t box wit me I sugar ray it
Niggas round here actin like
They sippin boy that Sudafed
Niggas round here acting like they real
But they true to feds
Fuck a newly wed

Bitch I’m married to the game
I want some juicy head
Heard what Cooley said
Say you wanna see me win

Why we not winning then
You miss the one you suppose to hit that go spin again
Don’t need no friendly friends
This FN flip many vans

This Glock got a 50 on it
Fuck you many men
Mannn we flying lears again
Poppin all year again

I got diamonds like Iverson
Inside my ears again
New Ferrari switch the gears again
Yo bitch I reel em in

When we hear the news
They got his ass
You know we cheer again
Spot his ass, got his ass
He went from bumpin Gotti
To a bodybag, I gotta brag
I’m popping tags
I got it bad,I pull up in that shhhh
Mannn I got em mad
Fuck it mannn I told em It’s ok
Told dat hoe come my way
Told that bitch you gotta eat my dick

Just like food on a plate
Told that bitch I’m going great
I got ice on me like lakes
Told that bitch you know I pop my shit

And It ain’no debate
Bitch I’m rolling just like skates
Tony know I’m having flakes
Told that bitch you know we fuckin right

We don’t go on dates
Told that bitch you know we fuckin right
We don’t go on dates
Told that bitch you got to find a ride

Yo house a long way
Say you wanna see me win
Why we not winning then
You miss the one you suppose to hit that mean go spin again

Don’t need no friendly friends
This FN flip many vans
This Glock got a 50 on it
Fuck you many men

Mann we flying lears again
Poppin all year again
I got diamonds like Iverson
Inside my ears again

New Ferrai switch the gears again
Yo bitch I reel em in
When we hear the news
They got his ass
You know we cheer again

( Young Cooley )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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