Lamborghini
Wow you're sticking it out
If you ever want my drip then bitch
Don't run your fucking mouth
Glasses get broken don't talk when not spoken to
Running around being blinded by dummies
Spotify wrapping the fakes like some mummies
I'm being real and still where is my money at?
looking at kids that don't have any specialties
I guess raw talent got left in the 70's
Giving your money to abandoned charities
While humming some stupid-ass off the key melodies
You don't know where the road goes
Stay spikey like the dead rose on you dirty white counter
Take seven pills before all the big shows
The voices in your head will only moan louder
My new Lamborghini matches the color of my clit
You tryna rub on me when my joint ain't even lit
Shit
Eating you out like I'm back at my parents' house
When mommy made dinner and daddy was passed out
I don't have issues I smoke them away
I fake all my love and I love all my fake
My doctor says that I need a break
From what, doc?
I ain't doing shit and I am fucking messed up
Is it because you found blood in my hot tub?
You couldn't believe that it was from my body scrub
You know I like to rub my
Body in circles
I know that it makes you sweat
I don't care though
I ain't the only one who's wet
You're doing drugs without me
All the other bitches are free
Remember, you got quality
And she likes fucking honesty
You don't know where the road goes
Stay spikey like the dead rose on you dirty white counter
Take seven pills before all the big shows
The voices in your head will only moan louder
If you ever want my drip then bitch
Don't run your fucking mouth
Glasses get broken don't talk when not spoken to
Running around being blinded by dummies
Spotify wrapping the fakes like some mummies
I'm being real and still where is my money at?
looking at kids that don't have any specialties
I guess raw talent got left in the 70's
Giving your money to abandoned charities
While humming some stupid-ass off the key melodies
You don't know where the road goes
Stay spikey like the dead rose on you dirty white counter
Take seven pills before all the big shows
The voices in your head will only moan louder
My new Lamborghini matches the color of my clit
You tryna rub on me when my joint ain't even lit
Shit
Eating you out like I'm back at my parents' house
When mommy made dinner and daddy was passed out
I don't have issues I smoke them away
I fake all my love and I love all my fake
My doctor says that I need a break
From what, doc?
I ain't doing shit and I am fucking messed up
Is it because you found blood in my hot tub?
You couldn't believe that it was from my body scrub
You know I like to rub my
Body in circles
I know that it makes you sweat
I don't care though
I ain't the only one who's wet
You're doing drugs without me
All the other bitches are free
Remember, you got quality
And she likes fucking honesty
You don't know where the road goes
Stay spikey like the dead rose on you dirty white counter
Take seven pills before all the big shows
The voices in your head will only moan louder
Credits
Writer(s): Maria Vainumäe
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