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letra de lambo' speed - skewhooa

[intro]
yo, imma’ do a sad song after this
kinda’ crazy in my mind right now so-
yeah
huh, haha

[chorus]
b-tch, i got these diamonds on my wrist
hol’ up, this song is normal but it’s gonna’ have a lil’ twist
i’m gonna’ really, really freestyle all of this
one verse on here, quickly, quickly, let’s do this
that boy talking down on me but he was down bad for evil ass hoes
you know i don’t f-ck wit’ them hoes, they want my cash flow
they’re obsessed wit’ my blue bands, tryna’ steal my f-ckin’ clothes
b-tch, you cold? hope you get colder ’cause you made my heart froze. (ha, ha, ha)
i love my b-tch all around, get a .40 on me so i can protect her
sip on my death cup, death cup, spеak wit’ a slur
then i get lost and confused on why my feelings bе on the stir
‘member back in the days, found fake love and it made my vision blur? (funny, funny)
lambo’ speed, speed away from my demons, they all in my ear
time is paused, pretty sure the end of me is kinda’ near
am i manifesting it? no, i’m in my thoughts, makes my heart tear
but that girl numbs me, stops me, convincing me sayin’ i shouldn’t be in the air
okay, baby girl, let’s chill and vibe, lemme’ touch your hair
let’s wear the ricks together, oh, we got way more than a pair. (ha, ha, ha)
[verse]
i got my money machine, got my chopper a money hunter
you be on the run, that boy got outdone
chopper got the clips, bet the next boy gonna’ stutter
p-ssy, i’m never the one, gonna’ watch you run
gonna’ laugh so hard, gonna’ be wheezing on the floor. (haha)
why these boys b-tchin’ on my name, can’t they find the right door?
they’re hopping on my d-ck, next thing you know, they’ll all end up on the floor
my .40 has it’s own talking, bullet to yo’ skull, oh, imma’ do one more
i’m a crazy motherf-cker wit’ the crazy sh-t, oh, death cup really needs a pour
songs i do, i express me but i do the moves like bruce lee. (hah, hoo!)
my moves unpredictable, moves can’t be translated
you actin’ tough? i’ll pull a tekken on you, oh, you’ll see
love my slatts, love my fans, love everyone, keep em’ motivated
play wit’ my guns like this sh-t is call of duty. (baow, baow, baow!)
i’ll learn from my mistakes but i’m too busy reflecting
twisting my hair is a hobby, but i also do it when i’m nervous
social anxiety crackin’ up, really been effecting
i don’t start conversations, sorry, i’m just a really different person. (oh)
remember that time where andi wanted 9k replies? i just came in, doing it
then i needed to do a song, she was like, “thank you for your service.” (ha, ha, ha)
i don’t really f-ck wit’ rubber bullets, need some blue tips
count up my dough while reloadin’, oh, all blues
vvs on my ap like the sun, gonna’ cause some solar eclipse
that boy wanna’ test me, leave him wit’ a couple of bruise
leave him to watch his favourites, ayy, blue clues
gonna’ take a pill, then do a real’ quick snooze
don’t test me, i’m like the karate kid, i know the kung fu. (ha, ya’!)
living lavish, rich life, oh, i got nothing to lose
[chorus]
b-tch, i got these diamonds on my wrist
hol’ up, this song is normal but it’s gonna’ have a lil’ twist
i’m gonna’ really, really freestyle all of this
one verse on here, quicky, quickly, let’s do this
that boy talking down on me but he was down bad for evil ass hoes
you know i don’t f-ck wit’ them hoes, they want my cash flow
they’re obsessed wit’ my blue bands, tryna’ steal my f-ckin’ clothes
b-tch, you cold? hope you get colder ’cause you made my heart froze. (ha, ha, ha)
i love my b-tch all around, get a .40 on me so i can protect her
sip on my death cup, death cup, speak wit’ a slur
then i get lost and confused on why my feelings be on the stir
‘member back in the days, found fake love and it made my vision blur? (funny, funny)
lambo’ speed, speed away from my demons, they all in my ear
time is paused, pretty sure the end of me is kinda’ near
am i manifesting it? no, i’m in my thoughts, makes my heart tear
but that girl numbs me, stops me, convincing me sayin’ i shouldn’t be in the air
okay, baby girl, let’s chill and vibe, lemme’ touch your hair
let’s wear the ricks together, oh, we got way more than a pair. (ha, ha, ha)

- skewhooa

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