Slow down turbo – Rich Brian lyrics

Lyrics Slow down turbo – Rich Brian

Slow down turbo lyrics
I ain’t got no red Lamborghini and I ain’t a model
Stars on my tv I ain’t got in color
I ain’t got no red Lamborghini no bubbles in my bottle
Damn this is easy but baby I am gonna run them
Let me shoot my s**t real quick

When I shoot they gonna get a top fade
She bad and she always tryna rendezvous
Speak the truth keep it 3K like I’m Andre
Can’t relate to this guess we grew ’round different things man
When I shoot ayy they gon’ get a top fade
This ain’t horizontal why you lookin’ at me sideways?
Told the venue pay me stocks I’m feelin’ like Beyonc√©
I won’t ever quit I was born to be the s**t ayy
Uh how’s it feel?
Been through ups and downs and they still ask me “How’s it feel?”
Face is hurtin’ from the smiles it’s time to keep it real
I been in the booth like “Who the f**k I gotta kill?”

Slow down ’cause you’re movin’ too fast for the world
You’re gonna miss out
Slow down ’cause you’re movin’ too fast for the world
You’re gonna miss out

Winter jacket on me I love when it’s cold out
Act so tough tell me what you really know ’bout
Closed-eyed chronicles slow ride carnivals no lines audible
Your girl my girl it’s all the same when she swallowin’
Aim my d**k and I shoot her abdominals
My s**t dope always get people wonderin’
Your mirror broke ’cause it saw what’s in front of it
Walkin’ ’round I’m feelin’ like a fully-loaded weapon
I just gave you d**k girl why do you keep askin’ for a present?
Actin’ hella fed up b***h I’m never givin’ no more credits
And my credit card ain’t set up send me money through the FedEx
Everybody sleepin’ on me ain’t nobody tryna get up
I just bought another mirror hope I see somebody better
I don’t wanna play no game lil’ b***h I’m on another level
See me at the bakery I’m tryna get my fuckin’ bread up
Serve it with some mozzarella drippin’ on you mothafuckas
You gon’ need to buy umbrellas you gon’ see me at Coachella
F**k your mothafuckin’ head up she lookin’ like Cinderella
Man your girl is gettin’ wetter we about to go meta

Hold 50 bands been on road like 50 days
I got hella songs inside the vault that I already made
Yeah we gon’ deliver this in five business days
I sell shows like my fuckin’ name Billy Mays
These h**s all around me fake they all Vinny Chase
Your girl already know the Wi-Fi at my place
I called her December she drove in the rain
She got banned from Uber she drove the minivannn

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