MurcieLago by Lilsix6 Lyrics
[Intro]
Enigma (Enigma)
Skrrt, skrrt
[Verse]
This (Woah) is not a 'rari (No, no), this be a Murciélago
Yeah, she like my tires, I pull up in Forgiato
Don't pass me no stupid weed, I only smoke gelato
Bitch, my diamonds wet, wet, wet
Got 'em off the bottle (I got 'em off the bottle)
I don't want no smoke with you (No), but do I got the hollows (I got the hollows)
I pray for my opps and my conscience they will not bother (Not bother)
I be fresh to death, I put Marc Jacob on my goggles (Up on my-)
Bitch, you fuck with me? You gotta deal with my semi-auto
I'm a fiend on Qualitest, you know that I stay sippin'
I be on the drugs, the snow, so I be heavy trippin'
Pistol got a long nose, so (Ooh) I call it Scotty Pippen
I move with the blue hunnids, so you would think I'm crippin'
Fuck your ho, fuck your ho (Woah), your shirt, it just be drippin'
She said that she like me (No, no) 'cause she said that I be different
Pull up, 454 (Woah, woah, woah, woah), I'm movin' weight, I'm movin' 50 (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, she don't want you, she said, "You, boy, you be jus' bitchin'"
Yeah, my money long, it got longer and I just mend it
Bitch, my money long, so dressing room got extended (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm ballin' heavy, hoe (Woah)
Yeah, I'm balin' head to toe
Yeah, she like the way I go (Woah)
Yeah, she like the way I stroke (Woah)
Yeah, she like the way I boast
My pockets, my pockets
My pockets head to toe, oh
Smoking gas, backwood, pass it to my dawg (To my dawg)
I just fucked another hoe, yeah, she said she want my dough (Yeah, she want my dough)
No, no
My pockets full of dough (Woah, full of dough)
I kick her out, she go (Bye, bye)
My money gon' explode
[Outro]
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Enigma (Enigma)
Skrrt, skrrt
[Verse]
This (Woah) is not a 'rari (No, no), this be a Murciélago
Yeah, she like my tires, I pull up in Forgiato
Don't pass me no stupid weed, I only smoke gelato
Bitch, my diamonds wet, wet, wet
Got 'em off the bottle (I got 'em off the bottle)
I don't want no smoke with you (No), but do I got the hollows (I got the hollows)
I pray for my opps and my conscience they will not bother (Not bother)
I be fresh to death, I put Marc Jacob on my goggles (Up on my-)
Bitch, you fuck with me? You gotta deal with my semi-auto
I'm a fiend on Qualitest, you know that I stay sippin'
I be on the drugs, the snow, so I be heavy trippin'
Pistol got a long nose, so (Ooh) I call it Scotty Pippen
I move with the blue hunnids, so you would think I'm crippin'
Fuck your ho, fuck your ho (Woah), your shirt, it just be drippin'
She said that she like me (No, no) 'cause she said that I be different
Pull up, 454 (Woah, woah, woah, woah), I'm movin' weight, I'm movin' 50 (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, she don't want you, she said, "You, boy, you be jus' bitchin'"
Yeah, my money long, it got longer and I just mend it
Bitch, my money long, so dressing room got extended (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm ballin' heavy, hoe (Woah)
Yeah, I'm balin' head to toe
Yeah, she like the way I go (Woah)
Yeah, she like the way I stroke (Woah)
Yeah, she like the way I boast
My pockets, my pockets
My pockets head to toe, oh
Smoking gas, backwood, pass it to my dawg (To my dawg)
I just fucked another hoe, yeah, she said she want my dough (Yeah, she want my dough)
No, no
My pockets full of dough (Woah, full of dough)
I kick her out, she go (Bye, bye)
My money gon' explode
[Outro]
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh