La Vida Loca - Neako, BXB

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