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lirik lagu rich brian - slow down turbo

[intro]
(red lamborghini, red lamborghini)
(autumn, autumn)
(light, light, light, light)
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
d-mn, this is easy, but baby, i’m gon’ run ’em
let me, uh, shoot my sh-t real quick

[verse 1: rich brian]
when i shoot, ayy, they gon’ get a top fade, ooh
she bad, and she always tryna rendezvous
speak the truth, keep it 3k like i’m andré
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 beyoncé
i won’t ever quit, i was born to be the sh-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-ck i gotta k!ll?”

[bridge: bēkon]
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

[verse 2: rich brian]
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-ck and i shoot her abdominals
my sh-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-ck, girl, why do you keep askin’ for a present?
actin’ h-lla fed up, b-tch, 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 n-body tryna get up
i just bought another mirror, hope i see somebody better
i don’t wanna play no game, lil’ b-tch, i’m on another level
see me at the bakery, i’m tryna get my f-ckin’ bread up
serve it with some mozzarella, drippin’ on you mothaf-ckas
you gon’ need to buy umbrellas, you gon’ see me at coach-lla
f-ck your mothaf-ckin’ head up, she lookin’ like cinderella
man, your girl is gettin’ wetter, we about to go meta

[interlude: rich brian]
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[verse 3: rich brian]
hold 50 bands, been on road like 50 days
i got h-lla songs inside the vault that i already made
yeah, we gon’ deliver this in five business days
i sell shows like my f-ckin’ name billy mays
these hoes 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 minivan

[non-lyrical outro: bēkon]

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