Slow Down Turbo (Explicit)
Rich Brian"Slow Down Turbo (Explicit)" is a song by Rich Brian, released in 2019 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:17 long and contains 52 lines and 481 words.
Lyrics
0:00(Red Lamborghini, red Lamborghini)
0:03(Autumn, Autumn)
0:06(Light, light, light, light)
0:20I ain't got no red Lamborghini and I ain't a model
0:28Stars on my TV, I ain't got in color
0:34I ain't got no red Lamborghini, no bubbles in my bottle
0:42Damn, this is easy, but baby, I'm gon' run 'em
0:58Let me, uh, shoot my shit real quick
1:01When I shoot, ayy, they gon' get a top fade, ooh
1:04She bad, and she always tryna rendezvous
1:07Speak the truth, keep it 3K like I'm Andre
1:10Can't relate to this, guess we grew 'round different things, man
1:13When I shoot, ayy, they gon' get a top fade
1:16This ain't horizontal, why you lookin' at me sideways?
1:18Told the venue pay me stocks, I'm feelin' like Beyoncé
1:21I won't ever quit, I was born to be the shit, ayy
1:25Uh, how's it feel?
1:27Been through ups and downs and they still ask me, "How's it feel?"
1:30Face is hurtin' from the smiles, it's time to keep it real
1:33I been in the booth like, "Who the fuck I gotta kill?"
1:36Slow down, 'cause you're movin' too fast for the world
1:43You're gonna miss out
1:48Slow down, 'cause you're movin' too fast for the world
1:55You're gonna miss out
2:08Winter jacket on me, I love when it's cold out
2:10Act so tough, tell me what you really know 'bout
2:12Closed-eyed chronicles, slow ride carnivals, no lines audible
2:15Your girl, my girl, it's all the same when she swallowin'
2:18Aim my dick and I shoot her abdominals
2:20My shit dope, always get people wonderin'
2:22Your mirror broke 'cause it saw what's in front of it
2:25Walkin' 'round, I'm feelin' like a fully-loaded weapon
2:26I just gave you dick, girl, why do you keep askin' for a present?
2:29Actin' hella fed up, bitch, I'm never givin' no more credits
2:31And my credit card ain't set up, send me money through the FedEx
2:33Everybody sleepin' on me, ain't nobody tryna get up
2:35I just bought another mirror, hope I see somebody better
2:37I don't wanna play no game, lil' bitch, I'm on another level
2:39See me at the bakery, I'm tryna get my fuckin' bread up
2:41Serve it with some mozzarella, drippin' on you mothafuckas
2:43You gon' need to buy umbrellas, you gon' see me at Coachella
2:45Fuck your mothafuckin' head up, she lookin' like Cinderella
2:46Man, your girl is gettin' wetter, we about to go meta
2:53(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
2:55Hold 50 bands, been on road like 50 days
2:58I got hella songs inside the vault that I already made
3:01Yeah, we gon' deliver this in five business days
3:04I sell shows like my fuckin' name Billy Mays
3:08These hoes all around me fake, they all Vinny Chase
3:11Your girl already know the Wi-Fi at my place
3:14I called her December, she drove in the rain
3:17She got banned from Uber, she drove the minivan
(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 Damn, this is easy, but baby, I'm gon' run 'em Let me, uh, shoot my shit real quick 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 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 Beyoncé I won't ever quit, I was born to be the shit, 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 fuck 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 dick and I shoot her abdominals My shit 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 dick, girl, why do you keep askin' for a present? Actin' hella fed up, bitch, 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' bitch, 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 Fuck your mothafuckin' head up, she lookin' like Cinderella Man, your girl is gettin' wetter, we about to go meta (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) 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 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
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