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3AM In LA
Lil Kayla
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I'm on the road again
City to city, state to state, another show again
Just met some bad ass lil' bitches outta Oregon
If she ain't whorin', then I get to playin' her like she a organ
Ain't no nigga workin' me, I put these niggas straight to work
Niggas know what's up with me, he speakin' down, I guess he hurt
If you broke, it ain't gon' work, my shoes'll fit ya brand new purse
Don't like no ho all in my face, spin her around and make her twerk
Matter fact, since you all on me, can you fly these pounds for me?
I can really turn you up, but is you gon' be down for me?
I get everything I want, this nigga keep a smile on me
He hold it down for me, on vacay fuckin' on the balcony
Her nigga blew a bag on me, and now she hella mad at me
Drop that nigga happily, 'cause I don't fuck up families
What hoes do on special occasions, bitch, I do it casually
And niggas know they play around with me, gon' be a casualty
And I'm a rich dick bandit, these bitches can't stand it
A nigga know don't come in my direction empty handed
My way, I'm really havin', these hoes can't understand it
Lil' bae, I'm in yo' city for a minute, I just landed
I keep these niggas fucked up in the head (They fucked up in the head)
I talk big shit, and I back it up in the bed (I back it up in the bed)
If a nigga ever think I'm finna fuck without head
Then that nigga must be hella fucked
Up in the head (Fucked up in the head)
I need to let these niggas know this
Know this), I'm a cold bitch (Cold bitch)
When I cut a nigga off, it ain't no notice
Bitch, I been gettin' to the bag, I been focused
I never been a follower, I always did my own shit
And my name good in the hood, I don't owe shit
Never did no ho shit, and I still be posted
A real city bitch, keep a nigga outta Oakland
These Casablanca shorts got my little ass pokin'
Louis cyclones on, I can't see nobody
All my diamonds dancin', I ain't tuckin' shit for nobody
Why the fuck you actin' like that, girl? You's a nobody
Hoes be actin' bougie on the low, they be on go probably
I'm on the road again, city to city
State to state, another show again
Just met some bad ass lil' bitches outta Oregon
If she ain't whorin', then I get to playin' her like she a organ
Turn me up, don't turn me down, I'm in my zone again
Fuckin' in the presidential suite on the forty-seventh floor again
Slidin' up and down this nigga pole again
I ain't gon' lie, this nigga what I like
He fucked me down and took my soul again
Fuck just dropped a thousand dollar cup, I'm finna pour again
I'm stuck on why the fuck this nigga blowin' up my phone again
Phone again
Fucked me to my songs again
Did him wrong again, it's over with