Lala - WIINSTON

Bad bitch from new orleans

Rides dick in her jordans

Walls pink like its melrose

Got rich of her stories

Bad bitch lookin foreign

Six inch in her closet

Drive stick in a sport

Miss jets-in-the-morning

Uh she got me tired

Mixin up sprite uh

She pull up to the city

Late at night uh

She likes the band

And the spotlight

She likes to slide

But she’s not mine

In lala land

In lala land

In lala land

In lala land

She want a balanciaga

Sushi and wasabi

Wax off like myagi

Nonfat in her coffe

She wanna fuck at the party

Lonely in her apartment

Bitches be hatin they salty

G.o.a.t cheese

For your winin?

Roll out the molly medicinal

Coldsweat when we cumming

You wanna know

Why I’m cynical,

Messed up and exhausted?

Uh she got me tired

Mixin up sprite uh

She pull up to the city

Late at night uh

She likes the band

And the spotlight

She likes to slide

But she’s not mine

In lala land

In lala land

In lala land

In lala land

Coppin gucci harry ice

Hop on my shit yo shit tight

Testarossa rarri vice

(Bitches be fallin' behind)

Got a feeling that my girl

Is moving round movin'

Thru the city girl!

You got your ride

Movin thru the city

I know them guys

They be talkin to

I know them guys

They be talkin

In lala land

In lala land

In lala land

In lala land

In lala land

In lala land

In lala land

In lala land

(In lala land)

(In lala land)

(In lala land)