La-La-La

I could change your climate
Put you on an island
I smoke in the private
Fake friends make me violent
Look and smell like money
Got green in my iris
Got gold touch like Midas
Next whip auto pilot
I could change your climate
Take you to an island
I smoke in the private
Fake friends make me vomit
Look and smell like money
Got green in my iris
Got gold touch like Midas
Next whip auto pilot
You just hate on what I do
Me and your bitch is very cool
Bought new shoes to fix my mood
Changed my life to better views
35 Millimeter when I shoot
I teach game no substitute
Vertical is through the roof
I crash shit like bandicoot
I got gang around me
We the same like Siamese
All about that broccoli
She give head need scrunchie
I don't need no title
Black American idol
If you drinking NyQuil
That's a stupid idea

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Life should really sound like
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Make it rain champagne got big dreams
Don't do normal that is so lame
Most these rappers sound the same
Anime anime all on my brain
This last year felt so much pain
Was so sad on Saturdays
I could not go on this way
So I prayed just for some change
Now I'm tryna do better
So my momma stop stressing
I know I hardly check in
And avoid tough questions
I got a fragile mental
Please just treat me gentle
My old girl my next one
Just might pop the question

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Credits
Writer(s): Kendrick Allen
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