Mimosas
Aye, uh
Lolo & I sippin' on mimosas
Probably out of L.A. being social
Not bilingual, but may be bi-coastal
Vroom!
Aye, we may fly to New York for the thrill
Catch a game at the Garden & chill
Then hit the stu' with SWEEZY4REAL
I damn sure ain't perfect, but this shit I worked for
You know Ima put it in raps
My word isn't worthless, we document all this shit
Just in case you say it's cap
Don't got any good to say? Shhh
Your mom & pops should have at least taught you that
And I'm not tryna hoe you
But yo bitch been peepin' my story, she know that it's facts
That mean, she sees
Lolo & I sippin' on mimosas
Probably out of L.A. being social
Not bilingual, but may be bi-coastal
Yeah!
Aye, then fly back to L.A. for the weather
Ha, the weather
On this coast, man, I swear it feel better
Palm trees and mountains, you know what I'm doing
Drive out to Venice, yeah, this how we moving, look
You see L.A. from the beach
I just need you see what we brewin'
I'm back on my shit like I'm 'posed to
I prepped for this here, you can't test me with shit
There ain't rules that I follow and won't do
As long as I step in this booth and go postal
Nigga
Aye, Lolo & I sippin' on mimosas
Probably out of L.A. being social
Not bilingual, but may be bi-coastal
Vroom!
Gang!
Lolo & I sippin' on mimosas
Probably out of L.A. being social
Not bilingual, but may be bi-coastal
Vroom!
Aye, we may fly to New York for the thrill
Catch a game at the Garden & chill
Then hit the stu' with SWEEZY4REAL
I damn sure ain't perfect, but this shit I worked for
You know Ima put it in raps
My word isn't worthless, we document all this shit
Just in case you say it's cap
Don't got any good to say? Shhh
Your mom & pops should have at least taught you that
And I'm not tryna hoe you
But yo bitch been peepin' my story, she know that it's facts
That mean, she sees
Lolo & I sippin' on mimosas
Probably out of L.A. being social
Not bilingual, but may be bi-coastal
Yeah!
Aye, then fly back to L.A. for the weather
Ha, the weather
On this coast, man, I swear it feel better
Palm trees and mountains, you know what I'm doing
Drive out to Venice, yeah, this how we moving, look
You see L.A. from the beach
I just need you see what we brewin'
I'm back on my shit like I'm 'posed to
I prepped for this here, you can't test me with shit
There ain't rules that I follow and won't do
As long as I step in this booth and go postal
Nigga
Aye, Lolo & I sippin' on mimosas
Probably out of L.A. being social
Not bilingual, but may be bi-coastal
Vroom!
Gang!
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Writer(s): Jamar Brown Core
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