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Lalala
Weiland
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, that Choppa sing a melody like Lalala (Like lalala)
That Choppa sing a melody like Lalala (Like lalala)
Yeah I'm so god damn high, I think I might die, yeah (I might die)
Play 'round with my money, boy yeah you gon' die
(Shout out Bhristo, nigga) Yeah, yuh
Ooh, aah (Aah)
On the roof of my car, Yeah you see the stars (See the stars)
Yeah, and I'm out in LA hanging with the stars (With the stars)
Yeah she love that shiny thing, she a stupid broad (Stupid broad)
Uh yeah, turn my phone off, I'm going ghost, yeah
I miss my home planet, phone home, yeah
Yeah I know she hates me but she not alone, yeah (Not alone)
Poppin' pills so I can feel at home, yeah (Feel at home)
Hop in Hellcat, I'm about to go, yeah (About to go)
Yeah, she begging me not to walk out the door, yeah (Walk out the door)
Yeah, you love me baby, I know (I know)
Fill my sorrows with these thousand-dollar clothes (-dollar clothes)
Yeah you got to pay me fifty for a show, yeah (Ooh)
Yeah, these diamonds they Arabian
Yeah, yuh, yeah, uh
Fuck that bitch in a Mercedes Benz
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, I got a Moncler on and It's not even cold (Not even cold)
Yeah, that bitch talkin' crazy she so bold (Yeah, yeah yeah), yeah
I walk in Louis and I make her fall in love with their soul
Bop, bop, bop, bitch we goats (Ayy)
We gon' fuck it up like yah, yah, yah (Let's go)
In this building, we might smoke it up like la, la, la
Seen us on that bitch gon' turn it up like ha, ha, ha (Yeah)
Why I'm laughing to the bank, cause I just fucked the bands up (Yeah)
Up in Louis with my brother and we just brought the bands out (Bands out)
I popped another Percocet, I feel like I'ma pass out (Woo)
I'm about to crash out
In that i8, told that ke, ke, ke, ke, throw that trash out (Skrr)
And this shit Just got confusing, all they got is handouts
And he says he do that rapping shit, but he don't stand out (Yeah)
And I got two little freaky bad bitches, with my dick up in they mouth (Phew)
And that boy just asked me to get them pink Balenci's for they blouse (Yeah)
And I'm off this perc n' Wock, It got me stuck on to the couch (I swear)
That Lil' boy love talkin' a lot until we run inside his house (Boom)
I got big ol' rackieses inside these Amiri's, they fallin' out (Yeah)
I get way, way, way too high inside this building, I'm wildin' out (Yeah)
Yeah, she saw racks, she wants racks with me, she want that cheese now (Yeah)
Sellin' sex, I want big ol' bands, not no breeze now (Bands)
Think that me and Gavin got too faded, there's too many bins now (Woah)
And we've been laughing to the bank (haha), got too many bands, so now we stand out (Ha, ha, haha)