Lamborghini Doors (feat. Meek Mill & Anthony Hamilton)

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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 in 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 him 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 plan 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
 Yeah, uh
 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 lord, 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
 We, we're going up
 We, we're going up
 Oh so high
 Like Lamborghini doors
 Like Lamborghini doors
 We, we're going up
 We, we're going up
 We, we're going up
 Oh so high)
 Like Lamborghini doors
 Ugh
 Paintings on the wall, you never know the cost
 You banging on the boss, that 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
 The writing in the stars, the life we lived for
 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
 

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Duration
04:23
Key
6
Tempo
113 BPM

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