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letra de lalala - weiland

[intro]: weiland
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]: weiland
yeah, that choppa sing a melody like lalala
that choppa sing a melody like lalala
yeah i’m so god d-mn high, i think i might die
play round with my money, boy yeah you gon’ die
(shout out bhristo n-gga) yeah, yuh
ooooooh ahhhhhhhhhh
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

[verse]: weiland
uh yeah, turn off my phone i’m going ghost yeah
i miss my home planet, foreign home yeah
yeah i know she hates me but she not alone, yeah
poppin’ pills so i can feel at home, yeah
hop in h-llcat, i’m about to go yeah
yeah she begging me and i told her, walk out the door
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
f-ck this b-tch, inside a mercedes benz
yeah, yuh, yeah
i got the moncler on and it’s not even cold
yeah, that b-tch talkin’ crazy she so bold
uh (yeh, ye yeh)
i walk in louis and i make [?] with their soul
[verse]: yeat
ba, ba, ba, b-tch im [?]
we gon’ f-ck it up like yah, yah, yah
in this building, we might smoke it up like lalala
seen us on that b-tch gon’ turn it up like ha, ha, ha
why i’m laughing to the bank, cause i just f-cked the bands up
up in louis, with my brother and we just brought the bands out
i popped another perc and swear i feel like imma pass out
i’m about to crash out
in that i8, told that ke, ke, ke [?]
and this sh-t just got confusing, all they got is handouts
and he says he does that rapping sh-t, but he dont stand out
and i got two little freaky bad b-tches, with my d-ck up in they mouth
and that boy just told me to get them pink balenci’s for they blouse
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
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, she so [?] she wants racks with me, she wants my cheese now
hm, yeah [?] big ol’ bands not no [?]
i think me and gavin got too fed theirs too many bins now
and we’ve been laughing to the bank, got too many bands so now we stand out

- weiland

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