Lyrics La Vida Loca - Neako, BXB

La Vida Loca

Yeah
You should already know what it is
Yeah
Always felt I was the nigga, I just never knew
Tell that bitch to get a nigga with some revenue
Wit' my bitch bendin' corners in a Pepsi blue, Camaro nigga
Who the fuck are you?
Cat got your tongue, nigga don’t hold your breath
Unless you smokin' kill and you feel it in your chest
Feel I’m the best?
I agree wit' you bro
I agree wit' you girl, come and fuck wit' the world
L-V-L-Y-S-L, go ‘head, yell
L-V-L-Y-S-L, go ‘head, yell
L-V-L-Y-S-L, go ‘head, yell
L-V-L-Y-S-L, go ‘head, yell
Over in France I hear they say that your boy is the coldest
I never been and still felt so the love was unnoticed
I see it now more than ever, we growin' in soldiers
And bad bitches who keep weed, and they know how to roll it
Pardon my motions, but I been sippin' on potion
And smokin' some shit that’s makin' it harder to focus
Hermes leather goods, they just do me no justice
I’m just wasting my money, I just buy ‘em for nothin'
I sag anyway, so really I buy ‘em for stuntin'
I copped a condo for the most valuable woman
And put her up, and now she good, retired and chillin'
When you quiet, I’m killin'
When you tired I’m willin'
My mother want a grandchild, she cryin' for children
I get rid of ‘em every night inside condoms, I fill ‘em
On the top of these buildin’s, chillin' with models and women
Below is my whip and, and valee the attendants go get it
L-V-L-Y-S-L, go ‘head, yell
L-V-L-Y-S-L, go ‘head, yell
L-V-L-Y-S-L, go ‘head, yell
L-V-L-Y-S-L, go ‘head, yell
Yeah
It’s funny how nigga’s act
They don’t get involved wit' this rap shit
Unless you came up, and you know the survival tactics
I’m way too real to be chillin' wit' all these rappers
That be fuckin' all these bitches, who tellin' me all they actions
In a hotel suite, I’m fuckin' her and she laughin', screamin'
«This is so amazing,» the feeling was so classic
All these scrimmage game nigga’s, I use them for target practice
You ain’t like me if you think that, you thinkin' backwards
I swear to god my father heard me on the radio
He dead now, but he took that up, wit' his soul
I shut his eyes and got right back to getting money
No time for cryin', time to fuck ‘em till they love me
That was 2 years ago and now you motherfucka’s love me
I gave her room keys now she up there waitin' for me
She waitin' up cause she know it’s goin' down
She know the deal, straight kill, what you know about?
L-V-L-Y-S-L, go ‘head, yell
L-V-L-Y-S-L, go ‘head, yell
L-V-L-Y-S-L, go ‘head, yell
L-V-L-Y-S-L, go ‘head, yell