Chip - La La La lyrics
[Chip - La La La lyrics]
Last year, I was in ATL
Tryin'a put the UK on (London boy)
I'm always covering American beats
So let me do a UK one (Naughty Boy)
White girls wanna see me in the charts
Black girls say my mixtape's hard
I went left for a minute, went right for
A minute, now I've got the balance
I be going hard so somebody better cut me a
Cheque, name a top rapper
I'll be after his neck
I just want the money nigga, and the respect
Niggas sayin' they're killing them
But nobody's dead
What do I bring? Originality, yes
But they're biting my style 'til
There's none of me left
Come on, you heard my tape
Then you made your tape
So tell me why your CD's dead
I'll be covering my ears like la la la
Your words mean nothing like blah blah blah
I want baby money, no ga ga ga
These rappers are my sons, call me da da da
Better yet, they ain't my sons
They're my foster kids
I ain't Madeline, nah
They ain't lost the kid
See my Muslim nigga did his whole bird
He said inshallah we don't fuck with pigs
No snitching, no snitching, one more time
No snitching
Hating ass nigga wanna murder me?
Suit yourself
But you better shoot the witness
Don't know if you clocked
But times have changed
I've been killing spitters since
My grimy days the rappers taking notes on my
Shit and every penny counts
You can't keep the change
What goes around, comes around, that's true
So she can fuck the whole crew
Before she fucks you
Girls on the jam with some young fly niggas
Star Jazz Sean got smiling
My white man Chris, he my real nigga too
And Jerimiah made the real nigga
Still getting cake
Call it belated plus I got
Shit to celebrate too
"Reload" hit the chart bup bup bu
London Boy getting around wanted bup bup bu
I don't want no trouble trust me
If you wanna trouble me trust
Me you can get it how you want it bup bu
AR be the crew bup bup
30g watch to 22 bup bu
To anyone sleeping on me I'll
Catch you in your dreams
Hey this is for you bup bu
I'm covering my ears like a kid
When your words mean nothing, I go la la la
I'm turning up the volume when you speak
Cause if my heart can't stop it
I find a way to block it i go
La la, la la la la la, la la la
I find a way to block it i go
La la, la la la la la, la la la
Tryin'a put the UK on (London boy)
I'm always covering American beats
So let me do a UK one (Naughty Boy)
White girls wanna see me in the charts
Black girls say my mixtape's hard
I went left for a minute, went right for
A minute, now I've got the balance
I be going hard so somebody better cut me a
Cheque, name a top rapper
I'll be after his neck
I just want the money nigga, and the respect
Niggas sayin' they're killing them
But nobody's dead
What do I bring? Originality, yes
But they're biting my style 'til
There's none of me left
Come on, you heard my tape
Then you made your tape
So tell me why your CD's dead
I'll be covering my ears like la la la
Your words mean nothing like blah blah blah
I want baby money, no ga ga ga
These rappers are my sons, call me da da da
Better yet, they ain't my sons
They're my foster kids
I ain't Madeline, nah
They ain't lost the kid
See my Muslim nigga did his whole bird
He said inshallah we don't fuck with pigs
No snitching, no snitching, one more time
No snitching
Hating ass nigga wanna murder me?
Suit yourself
But you better shoot the witness
Don't know if you clocked
But times have changed
I've been killing spitters since
My grimy days the rappers taking notes on my
Shit and every penny counts
You can't keep the change
What goes around, comes around, that's true
So she can fuck the whole crew
Before she fucks you
Girls on the jam with some young fly niggas
Star Jazz Sean got smiling
My white man Chris, he my real nigga too
And Jerimiah made the real nigga
Still getting cake
Call it belated plus I got
Shit to celebrate too
"Reload" hit the chart bup bup bu
London Boy getting around wanted bup bup bu
I don't want no trouble trust me
If you wanna trouble me trust
Me you can get it how you want it bup bu
AR be the crew bup bup
30g watch to 22 bup bu
To anyone sleeping on me I'll
Catch you in your dreams
Hey this is for you bup bu
I'm covering my ears like a kid
When your words mean nothing, I go la la la
I'm turning up the volume when you speak
Cause if my heart can't stop it
I find a way to block it i go
La la, la la la la la, la la la
I find a way to block it i go
La la, la la la la la, la la la