Lyrics:
wannabe in L.A wahahoo)
( I really wannabe in L.A wahahoo)
( I really wannabe in L.A wahahoo)
I take the city in the dead of night
I'm burning gas
dans le clio 2, châtain au yeux marrons sur le siège passager
Là j’suis dans le clio 2, j’roule à 90 sur l’avenue Pierre Jouet
Le flow vient de L.A
buffet!
I miss those late nights L.A style turn it up pump it loud
Gimmie one dance, gimmie one dance, gimmie
Gimmie one dance, gimmie one dance
I need
Maybe Chicago, Probably not L.A
Where will I be tomorrow?
I can not say
I landed in Austin, didn't think I'd stay
Was thinking
Maybe Chicago,
Come from a long way
Nobody wanna walk with me
Why you thinkin' that i'm gay?
I don't wanna be a lame
Girls shake, oh damn
Fly right to L.A
A kid
I dont trust nobody
Everting is confidential
Was Smoking L.A condidantial
When the weed was illegal
Circle smaller then your ring
Don't trust
real fast, like a Mac truck
O
And it carry big weight, like Alaskans tote
I'm in the L.A scene, with the cast on-call
You got L.A dreams and my cast
a Chris
Que traiga weed
Ante' eran millones ahora son trillones
Me cargo 5 phones a varias doy delate
De paseo por l.a en santa moni' parce
A lo lejos wache
Coração quebrado
Castelos em L.A
Me deixou de lado
Vadia eu nem lembrei
Brokes não me atingem
Tracylovatobaby!
Barbies no meu carro
Bitch eu
Man I'm trying to get paid
Man these hoes getting slayed
Took a flight to L.A
Had to make me some plays
Put some food on my plate
Got make sure I
in L.A
Don't worry 'bout me, I'll be okay
As long as we'll be kissing in L.A
For our honeymoon
You took me shopping in New York
I got you a golden
slow it down
Don’t talk to me you clown
L.A’s where I’m bound
Come on go turn up my sound
And I slow it down
Don’t talk to me you clown
L.A’s where I’m
West
Nigga I Feel like Kanye West
Nigga I Feel like Kanye West
Nigga I Feel like Kanye
It's Feels like L.A
It's Feels like L.A
It's Feels like L.A
It's
I'm a texas heartbreaker Not from L.A but I ball just like the lakers
Talking on my name blow my phone Up see you later
Money signs on my hand cause
rolling stones on and let it play
Get lost 200 on a straight-away
On a freeway in L.A
Put all of my thoughts in a paper bag
Press a cigarette against it Ima
Man não meche com a minha gang, ay
Tamo em L.A
Só me perguntando, oque essa bitch tá fazendo
Ela vem pro coachella, mas eu nem chamei
No fundo da
En L.A todo esta mejor
Shawty's que me dan amor
Pago el vuelo de avión
Ganamos el grammy hoy
Ganamos el grammy hoy
Se siente la sensación
Donde piso
Sippin' blueberry Faygo, Bitch from L.A though
Talk on the gang, pull up with a Draco
Fuck Prada, bitch, know the devil wear Fayzos
Scrape
Bailando en L.A
Sin el bobo de tu ex
Explicame
Como se te ve
Bailando en L.A
Sin el bobo de tu ex
Ahora yo sé
Que estas pa' mi
Y yo pa' ti
Ahora yo sé
Que
Charlando con la de L.A salimos y somos la ley
Amigos de fiesta y de barras, amigos que cubren cagadas
Amigos que no veo ni en wassap luego nos vemos y es
underneath she was gentle and kind
Gentle and kind
Since the day you plane flew away
From the streets of Liverpool
To the streets of L.A
I thought about you by
whistle whine
I wanna ride from Chicago to L.A
I'm gonna work on the railroad someday
I ain't gonna sit down in front of a screen
I ain't gonna yes sir, yes
Every time I start to contemplate, yeah
Me and you a beautiful escape, yeah
I don't want it any other way, yeah
We could go leave L.A
I don't care what
Sak pase
Lil Haiti
Aye ye
Don dada
Sak pase
She from Haiti
M.I.A
That's my baby
That's my baby
That's my bae
What I smoke
Come from L.A
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