Lalagirls*
(zxtr)
1, 2, 3, Hit it!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Jump in that bih!)
LaLaGirl, yeah
LaLaGirl, L A L A
One fucking reason I left you is cause you too broke
Another fuckin' reason cause you use 3-in-1 Soap
Huh, run up a check with me, yeah
Keeping up 223s, huh
Fuck that ARPs, yeah
Fist fight fuckin' me, huh
Leave you bloody clean, yeah
Flee the fucking scene, yeah
Feel like Hollis, how I got two fucking jeans, woah
She a fucking fiend
He be sippin' lean
But they just teens
(What the fuck?)
(Austiverse)
Got my photocards, huh, hop into the car
We got tickets for NewJeans and we gotta drive so far, huh (so far)
Fucking bitches there, huh, fucking bitches where?
We got bitches in the motel and we do not give a care, huh
Roll another blunt, yeah, roll another blunt, yeah
Even when I'm drunk I can fuckin' stunt (let me show 'ya)
I'ma eat her cunt, huh, while I'm serving cunt, huh (I'm like that bitch)
She gon' fuckin' grunt, when I eat her from the front, yeah
(zxtr & Austiverse)
Posted up with Astin, got some bitches and they rollin' blunts
Flexin' that you fuckin' my ex like I give a fuck
Yeah, I've been eating up yo pussy for fucking lunch
Spread her legs open and I'm bouta fuckin' munch
(zxtr)
(I don't really care about you, no, no, no, no)
(I don't really care about you)
(1, 2, 3, Hit it!)
Got this bitch, yeah, she sucking my feet, yeah
Choppa make you dance like goddamn Selena
Bitch I fucked you, hit 'yo femur
Posted up in goddamn Lima
I never cared 'bout you
But I never said it well
I don't really care 'bout your brother or your sister
Oh well (oh well, oh well)
Now I'm sending fucking bullets
9mm, fucking pellets, I don't care
I'm sending you to hell
I don't care about you anyways
Ima fuck your, fuck your friend in the fucking staircase
LaLaGirls, yeah
LaLaGirls, yeah they rock the world
LaLaGirls, yeah they the queens, yeah
We rocking with the sample or nah?
I don't care 'bout your prob'
I don't care 'bout your dog
I don't care, I don't care bout your job
(Austiverse)
Russian mothafuckin' roulette
Hope you bite the bullet
Hope you got a full set
Or you'll fuckin' regret
Or you'll fuckin', huh huh
Fuckin' regret, huh huh huh
And I got a few picks, huh, made a few licks
Got this bitch in the back, and she's gonna suck my dick
F.P.Journe on my wrist, huh, go throw a fit
Cause your bitch only likes, when I hit her clit
ARP's on me, huh, gonna get green
Yeah we act like a Fein, leaving you on the scene
I don't care about needs, huh, I just want trees
Put your hands on your knees, or I'll be a thief, huh
(Wait who are you again?)
(I'd rather be dead than go back, he's a creep, you're bitch, and you won't deserve each other)
(Give it a rest Ramona, this a league game!)
(Meaning?)
1, 2, 3, Hit it!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Jump in that bih!)
LaLaGirl, yeah
LaLaGirl, L A L A
One fucking reason I left you is cause you too broke
Another fuckin' reason cause you use 3-in-1 Soap
Huh, run up a check with me, yeah
Keeping up 223s, huh
Fuck that ARPs, yeah
Fist fight fuckin' me, huh
Leave you bloody clean, yeah
Flee the fucking scene, yeah
Feel like Hollis, how I got two fucking jeans, woah
She a fucking fiend
He be sippin' lean
But they just teens
(What the fuck?)
(Austiverse)
Got my photocards, huh, hop into the car
We got tickets for NewJeans and we gotta drive so far, huh (so far)
Fucking bitches there, huh, fucking bitches where?
We got bitches in the motel and we do not give a care, huh
Roll another blunt, yeah, roll another blunt, yeah
Even when I'm drunk I can fuckin' stunt (let me show 'ya)
I'ma eat her cunt, huh, while I'm serving cunt, huh (I'm like that bitch)
She gon' fuckin' grunt, when I eat her from the front, yeah
(zxtr & Austiverse)
Posted up with Astin, got some bitches and they rollin' blunts
Flexin' that you fuckin' my ex like I give a fuck
Yeah, I've been eating up yo pussy for fucking lunch
Spread her legs open and I'm bouta fuckin' munch
(zxtr)
(I don't really care about you, no, no, no, no)
(I don't really care about you)
(1, 2, 3, Hit it!)
Got this bitch, yeah, she sucking my feet, yeah
Choppa make you dance like goddamn Selena
Bitch I fucked you, hit 'yo femur
Posted up in goddamn Lima
I never cared 'bout you
But I never said it well
I don't really care 'bout your brother or your sister
Oh well (oh well, oh well)
Now I'm sending fucking bullets
9mm, fucking pellets, I don't care
I'm sending you to hell
I don't care about you anyways
Ima fuck your, fuck your friend in the fucking staircase
LaLaGirls, yeah
LaLaGirls, yeah they rock the world
LaLaGirls, yeah they the queens, yeah
We rocking with the sample or nah?
I don't care 'bout your prob'
I don't care 'bout your dog
I don't care, I don't care bout your job
(Austiverse)
Russian mothafuckin' roulette
Hope you bite the bullet
Hope you got a full set
Or you'll fuckin' regret
Or you'll fuckin', huh huh
Fuckin' regret, huh huh huh
And I got a few picks, huh, made a few licks
Got this bitch in the back, and she's gonna suck my dick
F.P.Journe on my wrist, huh, go throw a fit
Cause your bitch only likes, when I hit her clit
ARP's on me, huh, gonna get green
Yeah we act like a Fein, leaving you on the scene
I don't care about needs, huh, I just want trees
Put your hands on your knees, or I'll be a thief, huh
(Wait who are you again?)
(I'd rather be dead than go back, he's a creep, you're bitch, and you won't deserve each other)
(Give it a rest Ramona, this a league game!)
(Meaning?)