Testo Yamborghini High - A§AP MOB feat. Juicy J
Testo della canzone Yamborghini High (A§AP MOB feat. Juicy J), tratta dall'album A Nous Paris 2017
Yeah, yeah I'm, y'all know what it is
Yeah I'm, yeah I'm, (Shut the fuck up) yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm
Yeah I'm
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas 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 niggas 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 getting cake, yeah, it's no debate
Yeah, I fornicate with foreign hoes that I date, like, every day
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 (You know it)
I wake up late, yeah, I'm out of shape, yeah, I'm eating crêpes
Yeah, I'm sipping wine, yeah, she feed me grapes (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 niggas 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 niggas fake
No, we can't relate (You know it)
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches (Shut the fuck up)
Tool on my waist, shades on my face
Money in the bank, make no mistake
Nast does it great
Yeah, hoes wanna fuck, car parked out front
7:45 on the fucking dot, your bitch down to ride (You know it)
Leaving with me because I'm a G
Made in the streets, rep for the streets
So I keep a piece (Let's get it)
Niggas try to front, act if he want
Act like he tough, end up in a box laying on the side (Magic)
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas 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 (Bitches)
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas 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
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
Hi-Tech with the cream soda
As I whipped the yola
Lambo red, Coca Cola
My bros, Cosa Nostra
Riding on a speedboat
She sucking, licking, deep-throat
Rey Mysterio
When I'm jumping off the top rope
Banana clip with the scope
Wearing all white
Like I'm the motherfucking pope (Alright)
I'm on a Yamborghini high, flying high through the sky, hey, yo
Yammy's vision got us rich, catch a nigga flying by in a Lambo
Sipping the Henny got me gone, now I'm getting in my zone, hey yo
R.I.P. to my nigga, the gallon going to my dome, hey yo
This how it feel to be rich, fucking bitches in the mix, yeah
Where the chiquitas is at? Yamborghini with the shits, yeah
Lil Newport lit, Young Lord with the shits, yeah
I ain't with the game, bitch, she blow my cartridge, yeah
My jewelry glistening why I'm always chilly
Can't believe a nigga made a couple milli'
About to cop the house way up in the hillies
With a bad bitch in the Bentley
Wood grain with the roof gone
Make a bitch fold like a futon
Getting bread like a crouton
Tell me what the fuck is you on
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate (You know it)
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 niggas fake (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
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, nigga keep it low key
Cooling in the low ride
Touring with the Rollies
Rolling, chiefing OG
Damn I got the smoke right
Let you get the floor seats
Foreign hoes, foreign freaks, all that on the boat trip
Nigga I'm an OG
Got it for the dope fiends, product of the dope game
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talking about
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talking about
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talking about
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talking about
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talking about
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talking about
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talking about
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talking about
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Rakim Mayers, Hector Ruben Delgado, Darold D. Brown, Adam Kirkman, Jamel Da'shawn Phillips, Paul D Beauregard, Tariq Devaga
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Disclaimer:
i testi sono forniti da Musixmatch.
Per richieste di variazioni o rimozioni è possibile contattare
direttamente Musixmatch nel caso tu sia
un artista o
un publisher.