LA LA
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LA LA
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La-la-la (huh)
La-la-la-la (huh)
La-la-a, la-la-la
Oh my God, ronny!
Stupid
Like a quarter pounder, I found her
She want a boy dick game ned flanders
She said that, really nice
With my ice, I drown her
I found her soul in the night
She's a salamander, cold-blooded the type
Yuh! This ain't that, bitch (yuh!), that ain't this (yuh!), yuh (yuh!)
This ain't that, bitch (yuh!), that ain't this (yuh!), yuh (water!)
This ain't that, bitch (yuh!), that ain't this (yuh!), yuh (bitch!)
Is that him that's talking shit?
Bend him like a blimp (yuh!)
I know she gon' swallow like the bitch can't swim, yuh!
Hit 'em with a follow when a bitch can't tip, yuh!
Who the fuck the reaper? Fuck that nigga named grim yuh!
I am the one with light inside the darkness of the den, yuh!
I'm a God but I'm still praising God, too
Know a nigga know dogs, sell dog food
Know my game on point, no harpoon
Know a nigga said I'm fry, so I told 'em get fist
'Cause these niggas too old, too broke too (ayy, ayy)
Cut em' off my frequency, no pro tools (ayy)
Blue cheese and blue jeans and you know they're balmains
So they come with the wrinkles like a pug do (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Yuh! This ain't that, bitch, that ain't this, yuh!
This ain't that, bitch (yeah!), that ain't this, yuh! (woo!)
This ain't that, bitch (ha-ah!), that ain't this, yuh! (bitch!)
Is that him that's talking shit?
Bend him like a blimp (let's go! Yuh!)
Gucci on my body feel like water, I can't swim (yuh!)
So I bought a Gucci rubber ducky with the fins (yuh!)
When I was a youngin', hid at home, I was 10 (yuh!)
Told my dad, "I'm selling molly," ninth grade in (yuh!)
You are now inside of my mind
It is very black and white, no mime
I put diamonds up on my time, mmm
Laid back sipping fiji with the lime, do
She an animal, eat me like bamboo
Young nigga, and I'm sly like cantu
Yuh! This ain't that, bitch (yuh!), that ain't this (yuh!), yuh (bitch!)
This ain't that, bitch (yuh!), that ain't this, yuh (woo!)
This ain't that, bitch, that ain't this, yuh (water!)
This that him that's talking shit (bitch!)
Bend him like a blimp (bitch!)
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
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