lala歌词

In lala-land, right, right
In lala-land, ooh, right
In lala-land, ooh
In lala-land, land
Bad ***** from New Orleans, ride **** in her Jordans
Walls pink like it Melrose, got rich of her stories
Bad ***** lookin' foreign, six inch in her closet
Drive stick in a sport, miss jets in the morn'
Ooh, she got me tired mixin' up Sprite, uh
She pull up to the city late at night, uh
She like the band and the spotlight, uh
She like to slide but she not mine
In lala-land, right, right
In lala-land, ooh, right
In lala-land, ooh
In lala-land, land, ah
She want a Balenciaga
Sushi, and wasabi
Wax off like Myagi
Nonfat in her coffee
She wanna **** at the party, lonely in her apartment
******* be hatin', they salty, goat cheese for your wine and
Roll out the molly medicinal, cold sweat when you coming
You wanna know why I'm cynical, messed up, and exhausted?
Ooh, she got me tired mixin' up Sprite, uh
She pull up to the city late at night, uh
She like the band and the spotlight, uh
She like to slide but she not mine
In lala-land, right, right
In lala-land, ooh, right
In lala-land, ooh
In lala-land, land
Coppin', Gucci, Harry, ice
Hop on my ****, yo, **** tight
Testarossa, 'Rari, vice
(******* be fallin' behind)
Got a feeling that my girl is moving 'round
Moving through the city, girl, you got your ride
Moving through the city
I know them guys, they be talking to me
I know them guys, they be talking
In lala-land, right, right
In lala-land, ooh, right
In lala-land, ooh
In lala-land, land
In lala-land
In lala-land
In lala-land
In lala-land