• 標題:La La (Feat. Brisco And Busta Rhymes)
  • 歌手:LIl Wayne
  • 專輯:Tha Carter III
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    LIl Wayne - La La (Feat. Brisco And Busta Rhymes)


    Sittin in a Caddy, bright like Batty
    Floatin up the aisle like the bride and her daddy
    Hip-hop addict, hip-hop addict
    Man I swear I'm on top like the attic
    Yeah bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy
    And we stay clean but get dirty like Harry
    Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals and canaries
    Fuck me, I'm all about "Oui" like Paris
    Hilton Presidential Suite already
    I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a Lion like her Daddy
    I'm am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday
    I swear I'm a savage like Lil Webbie and Randy
    Oscar De La Hoya, box you like a casket
    Or Diego Coralles, nigga keep jabbin
    See my style it varies, like drugs in an alley
    My leather so soft my paint prettier than Halle
    Wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody
    But I ain't tellin jokes... apparently
    Apparent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye
    You hurt her, you kill me and nigga I ain't bout to die
    See y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky
    I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly
    Four tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry
    I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride
    Ow, started out hustlin, ended up ballin
    Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
    Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
    Started out hustlin, ended up ballin
    My paint bubbleish, the motor so vicious
    The rims the same color as the wrapper of a kiss
    First some hyphee, thump it like a piston
    And when I'm in Detroit I be ballin like a Piston
    Boy did I mention I fly like a pigeon
    Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin
    I'm 9 under par in the Bentley golf cart
    The Polo be cream but the bottle's Caviar (yeah! )
    Weezy I'm sick from all this tourin
    You told me (sip this) then call me in the morning (yeah)
    And I vow I never trust another one (another woman)
    In my life, and then I got horny (ah hah)
    See I ain't goin no where bitch
    You know a nigga been home honey
    Money fuckin retarded, call it down syndrome money
    My cake sick shit, been diagnosed sickle cell brain
    The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed
    Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down to Comstock
    These bitches call me bling king I shit when the bomb drop
    And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas flawless in D-Class
    Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass
    They movin on a nigga as I walk through the valley, ready?
    And zoom in with the cameras like I'm thickin' down Halle Berry
    My money help me do things that you nigga's can't believe
    Like purchase persons, places all them things that you can't conceive
    Like interactin with women the caliber of Janet
    I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet
    I hope you nigga's know just what it is
    While I'm countin my paper nigga's know I'm handlin my biz