Video 1985 White Lamborghini Countach de Aaronya 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aaronya - 1985 White Lamborghini Countach Lyrics

Verse 1: Aaronya]

I will never switch up on my gang

I will never turn back on my bro’s

I will never put limits on my goals

I will never clique up with my foes

I will never put rings on no hoe

I will never throw dirt on my name

I’m real till the core till they put me in the floor

Nigga I will never change put that on gang

24 racks on chains

Look at that get a couple stacks just to rap on thangs

Niggas on crack cocaine

If niggas really think they can match how I act on thangs
Talking bout black owned thangs

No cds in the trunk nigga that propane

I wear my gold on when I pray to God

Y’all pussy niggas keep doing ya job



[Verse 2: Joey Alves]

On the same tune that my momma told me

Back to the thoughts wеre my father told me

My niggas told mе the world told me put it all together that's a larger story like

Think smart and don't act up

Take her down than you wrap up

This is the hood there's gorillas, lions and hyenas here so you strap up

Judge told me I could lose it all
In a prison cell trying to hold bravado

Girls worth me as a loser yall

I showed the girls that I'm worth the lotto

In a white tiger that white Gallardo

Black passenger looking like a model

Gold spade pouring with broads

Live like I'm gone tomorrow on god



[Verse 3: Blaque Alex]



Look at ya now

Look at ya now

Nigga look at ya now
Slept on the team of king supremes and Elohims

Delivered on the dream

Reepers of the cream

Nigga like, how?

Nigga like, ugh

Nigga I’m like, wow

Niggas are carrying the geeks and rappin to the streets Stacking up the streams

You just beat ya meat

Told em

Told em

Told em

Nigga we

Told em told em

Niggas are nasty with the pen and nastier with decisiveness

Niggas really ain’t as nice as this

Nigga just look at ya

Put that on god

I would send the whole squad wit a napalm bomb

But, nigga just look at ya





[Verse 4: ML]



Energy switch’s while bringing up my name

It’s the same when you bringing up my gang

Different kinda nigga don’t fuck with gold bottles

Wrote the game in cursive niggas can’t follow

When they do it’s on Twitter and IG

Haters acknowledge when they see me wanna shoot the breeze

COG’s running things yo we here

Celebrate brown liquor and craft beer

Global style got infinite radius

We the future up in here Navadius

I’m the master like woods, got it on lock

Paid too many got damn dues just to get this spot

Ready for the smoke leave niggas 2 knots

Pull up like doors on the Lamborghini Countach

With a gold rope an bucket yo that 80’s swag

Sometimes I low key want the 80’s back

You checking out a new nigga rebirth

Unionizing the game it’s how we work

Leave your chest a mess go question our worth

Now that’s what I call a graphic tee shirt

No controlling the broad when she see the squad

Shits about to get real yo oh lord

Fo hundred for these niggas gotta go hard

Never turning out my light yo that’s on God