Yelawolf - Daddy's Lambo (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Yelawolf - Daddy's Lambo (en) Lyrics
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Hold up, damn rich, peanut butter
guts in the Lamborghini, woah
You must have white bread,
lets make a sandwich
No I ain't never seen
money like you got
Nobody got that kind of
money in the boondocks
So if you take me up and show
me the balcony looking over
The Hollywood valley I'll
make your balloon pop
Popstars like you need a dude like me
To appreciate your wealth
I know you got a elevator
in your house
But with me you'll appreciate
the steps
Act like you don't wanna see
how much of this Jack
Daniels you can handle
You wanna drink and get
cut like Rambo?
And let me drive your Daddy's Lambo
Take me up to Beverly Hills
To your Daddy's mansion
Let me see Hollywood for real
Lights, camera, action
I've seen you partying with Kim
Entertainment Channels
One thing I gotta know
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Your Daddy's Lambo?
Your Daddy's Lambo
You're young and reckless, nice
little diamond necklace
Gotta pint-sized vodka drink
and you're pretty in pink
Wanna go get breakfast?
But you ain't never been
to Waffle House
Always hanging in Guys and Dolls
If you came to the South, I'd
put you in the Chevrolet
And we'd slide to the mall
Yeah I came to the club in a pair
of Famous jeans and a DTA hoody
But I'm walking through the party
with Rogue Status looking
for Beverly Hill goodies
Yelawolf and I'm an Alabama boy
Got more bounce than a salamander boy
Need a rich girl like
I need a headache
But I'll take it if I can
drive your Daddy's toy
What you got in that tote bag
That one of a kind Prada
That beautiful behind inspires me
Makes one of my rhymes harder
Your daddy made a fine daughter
Make me wanna turn this
wine from water
Keep the party going in the 808
blowing cause Drama made a beat
that'll climb the chart up
Money, money, money, money, money
Ain't it funny what a honey
in a Lamborghini will do
Some will run into a
hundred dollar bill
And drill a dick on any Tom and
Harry with a 24 inch shoes
But come and explore this dude
Analyze my swing
It's Slick Rick E. Bobby, baby
Gotta let me drive that thing, come on
Just whip it around you know
Up the hills
I ain't gon wreck it, I promise
Just sit yo' drunk ass back
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