Wynne (Rapper) & Christo - Mary’s Lambo lyrics

[Intro] (That is not dangerous) This sh*t for my big bros I'm back in the city, ayy (its child's play) Might link up with Christo He burn like a CD blank "He say you got high, Wynnie?" No I never smoke, ayy No games if I'm being blunt That's what I call roll play (Christo) [Verse 1] This is the director's cut Punchlines IKEA I set 'em up Makin' moves like the rent went up Do not blink when you mention us (Roadrunner) All of 'em Wiley Coyote, I know you do not want any dust (In your face) We handin' out masks at the start 'cause we know that you're not keepin' up (Wynnie tough) I do not keep it a buck, I only keep it a mil' How does it feel? D'Angelo, chalk on the floor Voodoo, they not on my heels Not on my stilettos, not on my forces, not on my Achilles, Greek like Giannis I am amusеd, you think you just like me, they croak on arrival, go back whеre the pond is You in the back with the horses, I'm in the front of the line where the view is so gorgeous Look at the forest, punches are leavin' their tooth blue, that's why my mic cordless Don't need a chorus, keep it on sight like the sources You can't see me, no warrant Turn 'em Red like Mr. Forman Chew 'em up, spit 'em out, clean it up with Orbit [Chorus] Mary had a little Lamborghini, now we're leaving So just tell 'em they can ring me 'cause we're over it, over it, over and out Over it, over it, over and out Over it, over it, over and out Over it, over it, over and out Over it? over and out [Verse 2] Who ya gonna call, I'm ghost, I go Only talk green like no iPhone (Sex) Gimme that rock that's no typo Need a cut of that paper like Roshambo (I do) I don't keep score, then what are they callin' on me for? Made it to the top but your knees sore The stories they don't tell on freeform (Jeez, Lord) I don't need a reason, dislocation from the reaches Put 'em in a sling, I think they need it They can't keep up 'cause I don't need the weekend Need hoodie in the booth, it's freezin' Tires workin' in all the seasons I'm mad at all of them for sleepin' That's what I call Tempur-Pedic Let the beat rest in peace, give me my check then leave I said that I'm sick of these fleas How come they buggin' my dogs, they better go get that leash then leave That's it, I'm saying my piece, why's your man followin' me? Locked the game up and swallowed my keys, say cheese Picture this face 'fore it's taking the lead, like [Chorus] Mary had a little Lamborghini, now we're leaving So just tell 'em they can ring me 'cause we're over it, over it, over and out Over it, over it, over and out Over it, over it, over and out Over it, over it, over and out Over it? over and out