Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song New LA , by - SiR. Song from the album Her Too, in the genre СоулRelease date: 09.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Top Dawg Entertainment
Song language: English
New LA |
| Queen of the cabaret |
| Dancin' the night away |
| You can tell this is her favorite song |
| Where she’s from is hard to say |
| Haitian born in Montego Bay |
| Hopped the plane and never made it back home |
| Found a way to new LA |
| Cause she’s attracted to to bright lights and foreign cars |
| She never planned to fall in love |
| No she just plannin' on findin' a movie star |
| Playin' a part |
| Well tonight she got her eyes on me |
| She know I like what I see |
| I need to quit before I’m in too deep |
| But I’m right where she wants me to be |
| She don’t even wanna know my name |
| These new LA girls are all the same |
| Paakaveli in this |
| Sun settin' by and sweet fries and grilled fish, yeah |
| You say you wanna stay for a little while |
| But tell me how long I’ll front you |
| You say «we got the best weather year round» |
| Well tell me something that I don’t know |
| You tryna match your face to the music |
| You just preoccupied with the baseline groovin' |
| You’d rather run around for a nigga with a fluke hit |
| But when I press play you be like «hold up that’s yo shit?» |
| I got melodies, I’m Teddy P with the kettlebells |
| Never had no promethazine |
| Born and raised in the city where they built yo dreams around dont front and |
| keep it real |
| Tonight she got her eyes on me |
| She know I like what I see |
| I need to quit before I’m in too deep |
| But I’m right where she wants me to be |
| She don’t even wanna know my name |
| These new LA girls are all the same |
| Woah |
| Fed up with these LA bitches only lookin' for the cheddar and cheese |
| There be so many bad ones |
| I’m honest I had me one |
| But then she started tweakin' |
| So like Bella Hadid |
| I Had to stop fuckin' on the weekend |
| Speakin' of the other broads that runnin' behind cars |
| And brothers who mothers is hopin' soon they gon' be stars |
| These chickens want grey poupon and tar tars |
| Like that shit make you different |
| You was who you was fo' you got here word to Jay |
| I’m just a little Carolina nigga who don’t play |
| They only hard on the top layer creme brulee |
| So please dog don’t pretend today, we’ll win today |
| Cause if my niggas double back and pull a Mac-10 you like |
| Ummm, How the Hindu’s pray |
| Cause a nigga came to play |
| Came to play today |
| Please don’t fuck around |
| Man why we take the murder route |
| Shouldn’t we be worried bout |
| Niggas dyin', niggas dyin' |
| Or we could just not say shit |
| And take the Cam Newton scary route |
| But girl you could be the one who takin' me by surprise |
| «LA might not be all that bad» replies the thighs |
| I got a position I thought maybe you could fit it |
| Tell me if you wit it don’t stop get it get it |
| She don’t even wanna know my name |
| These new LA girls are all the same |