Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine - Four Door Aventador lyrics

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Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine - Four Door Aventador lyrics

[Intro] Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor [Verse 1] Hit me on the celly, watching Belly God's son, I can see they study Makaveli Peanut bu*ter Benz, got them jelly at the deli If you feeling like a ninja, I got a machete Hell yeah, them girls bad, but I'm f**ing heavy I'mma f** around and have them looking like spaghetti I say some sh**, he be like, "Yo, you so legendary" But he can tell just by my face he ain't getting any [Hook] Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy [Verse 2] Meet me at the Rucker, take the Bruckner It's just me and Young Yucka, taking s**ers For they money and they whips, putting kitten on lips Dividing them dividends, get the money and dip Keys to the n***a's safe, put it under my tits He got ki's of that raw, it could fit in the six Got a UPS connect, so we good on them trips Automatic bottle service so we good in them VIPs, n***a [Hook] Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy [Verse 3] These civilians, what up n***a? Excuse my millions I'm in the V like a widow's peak It's just me and my Rolls Royce pillow seats Why they staring at me? I brung MacLaren with me Yo, matter of fact, I think I'mma bring Donna Karan with me And you my son, I don't know, it's just the parent in me I am the best, I am the queen, it's so apparent in me I'm in Hollywood with Shia Labeouf (shy-and-the-buff) Most of you rappers ain't eating, that diet is rough You want some hot sh**? Send that wire to us I make them change their name to Diddy, retire the puff (Daddy) I'm getting acting money You n***as is Kevin Hart, y'all be acting funny I'mma a keep a linebacker, tell 'em tackle for me Yo, you seen my last pic, go double-tap that for me co*k back, Red octagon, stop that [Hook] Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy