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lalala
Yeat, 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
That Choppa sing a melody like Lalala
Yeah I'm so god damn high, I think I might die
Play round with my money, boy yeah you gon' die
(Shout out Bhristo, nigga) Yeah, yuh
Ooh, aah
On the roof of my car, Yeah you see the stars
Yeah, and I'm out in LA hanging with the stars
Yeah she love that shiny thing, she a 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
Poppin' pills so I can feel at home, yeah
Hop in Hellcat, I'm about to go yeah
Yeah she begging me not to walk out the door, yeah
Yeah you love me baby, I know
Fill my sorrows with these thousand-dollar clothes
Yeah you got to pay me fifty for a show, yeah
Yeah, these diamonds they Arabian
Yeah, yuh, yeah
Fuck that bitch in a Mercedes Benz
Yeah, yuh, yeah
I got a Moncler on and It's not even cold
Yeah, that bitch talkin' crazy she so bold
Uh (Yeh, ye yeh)
I walk in Louis and I make all colors with their soul
Bop , Bop, Bop bitch we goats
We gon' fuck it up like yah, yah, yah
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
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
I'm about to crash out
In that i8, told that 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
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
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
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
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
And we've been laughing to the bank (haha), got too many bands so now we stand out