Weiland, Yeat - Lalala lyrics
Yeat [Noah Olivier Smith] Portland, Oregon/Irvine, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Weiland, Yeat - Lalala lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, that Choppa sing a melody like Lalala
That Choppa sing a melody like Lalala
Yeah I'm so god damn high
I think I might die
Play round with my money
boy yeah you gon' die
(Shout out Bhristo, nigga) yeah, yuh
Ooh, aah
On the roof of my car yeah you see the stars
Yeah, and I'm out in LA
Hanging with the stars
Yeah she love that shiny thing
She a stupid broad
Uh yeah, turn my phone off, I'm going ghost
Yeah i miss my home planet, phone home, yeah
Yeah I know she hates me but she not alone
Yeah
Poppin' pills so I can feel at home, yeah
Hop in Hellcat, I'm about to go yeah
Yeah she begging me not to walk out the door
Yeah yeah you love me baby I know
Fill my sorrows with these
Thousand dollar clothes
Yeah you got to pay me fifty for a show, yeah
Yeah, these diamonds they Arabian
Yeah, yuh, yeah
Fuck that bitch in a Mercedes Benz
Yeah, yuh, yeah
I got the Moncler on and It's not even cold
Yeah, that bitch talkin' crazy she so bold
Uh (Yeh, ye yeh)
I walk in Louis and I make with their soul
Ba, ba, ba, bitch I'm ghost
We gon' fuck it up like yah, yah, yah
In this building
We might smoke it up like Lalala
Seen us on that bitch gon' turn
It up like Ha, ha, ha
Why I'm laughing to the bank
Cause I just fucked the bands up
Up in Louis, with my brother and we just
Brought the bands out
I popped another Perc' I feel
Like I'ma pass out i'm about to crash out
In that i8, told that ke, ke, ke
Throw that trash out
And this shit Just got confusing
All they got is handouts
And he says he do that rapping shit
But he don't stand out
And I got two little freaky bad bitches
With my dick up in they mouth
And that boy just asked me to get
Them pink Balenci's for they blouse
And I'm off this perc n' Wock
It got me stuck on to the couch
That Lil boy love talkin' a lot
Until we run inside his house i got
Big ol' rackieses inside these
Amiri's they fallin' out i get way, way
Way too high inside this
Building I'm wildin' out
Yeah, she saw racks, she wants racks with me
She want that cheese now
Big ol' bands not no
I think me and Gavin got too
Fed theirs too many bins now
And we've been laughing to the bank
Got too many bands so now we stand out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, that Choppa sing a melody like Lalala
That Choppa sing a melody like Lalala
Yeah I'm so god damn high
I think I might die
Play round with my money
boy yeah you gon' die
(Shout out Bhristo, nigga) yeah, yuh
Ooh, aah
On the roof of my car yeah you see the stars
Yeah, and I'm out in LA
Hanging with the stars
Yeah she love that shiny thing
She a stupid broad
Uh yeah, turn my phone off, I'm going ghost
Yeah i miss my home planet, phone home, yeah
Yeah I know she hates me but she not alone
Yeah
Poppin' pills so I can feel at home, yeah
Hop in Hellcat, I'm about to go yeah
Yeah she begging me not to walk out the door
Yeah yeah you love me baby I know
Fill my sorrows with these
Thousand dollar clothes
Yeah you got to pay me fifty for a show, yeah
Yeah, these diamonds they Arabian
Yeah, yuh, yeah
Fuck that bitch in a Mercedes Benz
Yeah, yuh, yeah
I got the Moncler on and It's not even cold
Yeah, that bitch talkin' crazy she so bold
Uh (Yeh, ye yeh)
I walk in Louis and I make with their soul
Ba, ba, ba, bitch I'm ghost
We gon' fuck it up like yah, yah, yah
In this building
We might smoke it up like Lalala
Seen us on that bitch gon' turn
It up like Ha, ha, ha
Why I'm laughing to the bank
Cause I just fucked the bands up
Up in Louis, with my brother and we just
Brought the bands out
I popped another Perc' I feel
Like I'ma pass out i'm about to crash out
In that i8, told that ke, ke, ke
Throw that trash out
And this shit Just got confusing
All they got is handouts
And he says he do that rapping shit
But he don't stand out
And I got two little freaky bad bitches
With my dick up in they mouth
And that boy just asked me to get
Them pink Balenci's for they blouse
And I'm off this perc n' Wock
It got me stuck on to the couch
That Lil boy love talkin' a lot
Until we run inside his house i got
Big ol' rackieses inside these
Amiri's they fallin' out i get way, way
Way too high inside this
Building I'm wildin' out
Yeah, she saw racks, she wants racks with me
She want that cheese now
Big ol' bands not no
I think me and Gavin got too
Fed theirs too many bins now
And we've been laughing to the bank
Got too many bands so now we stand out