Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La La, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Tha Carter III, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
La La |
| Sittin' in a Caddy, Wright like Betty |
| 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 we get dirty like Harry |
| Flyer than blue birds, 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 am hotter than the Sun-day after Saturday |
| I swear I’m a savage like Lil Webbie and Randy |
| Oscar De La Hoya, box ya like a casket |
| Or Diego Coralles, nigga keep jabbin' |
| See, my style it varies, like drugs in a alley |
| My leather so soft, my paint prettier than Halle |
| Wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody |
| But I ain’t tellin' jokes… apparently |
| A parent, 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 |
| Oww! |
| 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') |
| Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') |
| Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') |
| Nigga I’m the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet |
| My paint Bubblicious, the motor so vicious |
| The rims the same color as the wrapper of a Kisses |
| Hershey’s, I’m hyphy, somethin' like a piston |
| And when I’m in Detroit, I be ballin' like a Piston |
| Oh, and did I mention? |
| I’m fly like a pigeon |
| Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin' |
| I’m nine under par in a Bentley golf cart |
| The Polo be cream but the Prada’s caviar |
| Weezy, I’m sick from all this tourin' |
| He told me, «Sip this, and call me in the morning» |
| Yeah, and I vowed to never trust another woman |
| In my life, then I got horny |
| 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') |
| Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') |
| Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') |
| Nigga I’m the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet |
| See I ain’t goin' nowhere, bitch, you know a nigga been home, honey |
| Money fuckin' retarded, call it Down Syndrome money |
| My cake sick, shit, been diagnosed sickle cell bread |
| My revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed |
| Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down in Comstock |
| These bitches call me Bling King, I shit when the bomb drop |
| And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas, flawless and D-Class |
| Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass |
| They movin' on a nigga as I’m walkin' the valley, ready |
| And zoomin' with the cameras like I’m dickin' down Halle Berry |
| My money help me do things that you niggas can’t believe |
| Like purchase purses 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 (Whoa!) |
| I hope you niggas know just what it is |
| While I’m countin' my paper, niggas know I’m handlin' my biz |
| (Okay) |
| 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') |
| Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') |
| Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') |
| Nigga I’m the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet |