Lambo (Pt. 1) - Duckwrth, The Kickdrums

Uh, mercy me

Crusing in that Murcielago

Mercy mercy me

(Lambo)

I said mercy mercy me

I said mercy

I’ve been searching for a real type lover

Draped in red dress pull up on the scene

You’ve got hostess for your chariot

And suicide doors

Before you take off

Baby spread your wings

Lord have mercy

That Murcielago

On the highway watch her bob and weave

I know it’s late

And you want me to see you

Please, turn off your high beams

Now wait a minute it was all a dream

Cause God knows I can’t afford you

This minimum wage dreams

Getting paid six figures for a nigga getting laid

It was all a dream

And I can’t support you

Fuck all the models

That Murcielago

Spend my energy some other way

Hook:

Crusing down the high way

Chasing those pipe dreams

Lamborghini drop top the blocks hot

Tell me what you need

Fronting all your divends

Spend your advance at the dealership

Got a garage full of goods

A heart made of wood

Come chopping down your tree

I’ve been searching for a real type of lover

Can you show me where she might be

Ain’t looking for a Lamborghini

That girl’s too obvious

A name doesn’t make you luxury

So sit down

Crenshaw Boulevard

Next to Churches Chicken

Posted in the parking lot I see

A mothership

I think I must have found myself a queen