Rick Ross - Lamborghini Doors (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Rick Ross - Lamborghini Doors (en) Lyrics
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Real talk, so when my nigga Meek caught
his case I went to visit him
I'm walking up to the jail, all
the niggas start repping
Beating on glass, kicking
the doors, and shit
So when I walk through the
door, the captain tell me
you can't come in here
Ok, cool
Came back two weeks later,
I got access
Soon as I got on the cell block
I heard it all the way
from down the hallway
My nigga had on yellow
Balenciagas, ha ha ha
Dreaming of things we can't afford
But now we coming up like them
Lamborghini doors, ooh
They gon' love me, they
gon' love me now
I bet they tell they friends
they wanna fuck me now
I bet they say, "He put his niggas on"
Now we coming up like them
Lamborghini doors, ooh
Corners wanna check him
like Odell Beckham
I could play a record or
just draw the weapon
She know I'm living reckless
looking at my necklace
I'mma blow this forty on me,
you can save the lectures
Homicides rise as the sun falls
Watch your dog die as my gun bark
These helicopters rise
for the one in charge
If I sentence you to die well
that's a hundred shots
Judge banging like a blood,
show a nigga love
Caught him with a kilo so
he hit him with a dub
We bulletproof the trucks
like the ones in Iraq
Where I'm at you lock your door
and you using a latch
Now it's stones on my hands,
Roberto Durans
Stood tall in the feds,
don't fold on the fam
Tryna point me to the money,
no holding my hand
Somebody take me to the bank
'cause it open at ten
Poverty stricken, boy
you gotta be kidding
Living like we hit the lottery nigga
I been tippin' since Scottie was
Pippen, Chad was sippin'
And before I had that bag I
used to bag them bitches
I'm so cocky and I'm confident
All these killers in my ambiance
Say what I want, nobody's stoping it
Get off my dick nigga
Where you was at when I could've
died for this?
Or die for that, real nigga roger that
Said I took a loss but
I got it back, woo
Me and all my dogs sell
a lot of that food
Talking to the law, knowing
that it's not cool
Make me shoot a rapper like
my name was Bennie Boom
Started out with nothing,
now a nigga in a room
Sweeping rich bitches off
they feet like a broom
Double-M G bitch, you know how we move
Whole lot of choppers nigga,
I could never lose
I was amazed
Oh how it turned their heads
I mastered the game
Oh how they raised their hands
Like Lamborghini doors
We, we're going up
Oh so high
I seen this years ago
Picasso on the wall
Paintings on the wall, you
never know the cost
You banging on the boss,
the boy'll be a corpse
I'm stepping through the door,
my back against the wall
My pockets fat enough to
catch a nigga if I fall
Love to see a pretty bitch
rolling a wood leaf
Phone ringing, smiling like
I got some gold teeth
I caught a bird, jet smarter
on the Maltese
I left a chick in NBC
out on the NorthEast
Such a feeling, niggas
killing for my poetry
Tryna go back underground, that's
once they notice me
I'm really not the one you
wanna handle funny
At the Grammys, my lil' homie
had the hammer on him
You niggas out of style
with your wedding vows
I still be making rounds
like I'm Kevin Liles
Time to set a date for trial,
we never settle out
Them Lamborghini doors, you
see me stepping out
Started off poor with
plans to own more
To riding under stars,
the life we lived for
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