busta rhymes - la la (feat. tity boy) lyrics
david, david, david, david, david banner
sittin’ in the caddy, wright like betty
floatin’ up the aisle like the bride and her daddy
hip hop addict, hip hop addict
man i swear i’m on top like the attic
yeah b-tch, i be with my dog like sh-ggy
and we stay clean but we get dirty like harry
flyer than bluebirds, cardinals and canaries
f-ck me, i’m all about oui like paris
hilton presidential suite already
i’m richer than nicole and i’m a lion like her daddy
i’m am hotter than the sunday after sat-rday
i swear i’m a savage like lil’ webbie and randy
oscar de la hoya, box you like a casket
or diego coralles, n-gga keep jabbin’
see my style it varies, like drugs in an alley
my leather so soft my paint prettier than halle
wittier than comedy, n-gga write a parody
but i ain’t tellin’ jokes apparently
a parent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye
you hurt her you k!ll me and n-gga i ain’t ’bout to die
see y’all are at ground and my daughter is my sky
i swear i look in her face and i just want to break out and fly
4 tears in my face and you ain’t never heard me cry
i’m richer than all y’all, i got a bank full of pride
ow, started out hustlin’, ended up ballin’
n-gga i’m the sh-t, get the f-ck up out my toilet
started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
started out hustlin’, ended up ballin’
started out hustlin’, ended up ballin’
started out hustlin’, ended up ballin’
n-gga i’m the sh-t, get the f-ck up out my toilet
my paint bubbleish, the motor so vicious
the rims the same color as the wrapper of a kiss
first some hyphee, thump it like a piston
and when i’m in detroit, i’ll be ballin’ like a piston
boy, and did i mention i fly like a pigeon
higher than gas prices, you las vegas trickin’
i’m 9 under par in the bentley golf cart
the polo be cream but the bottle’s caviar
weezy, i’m sick from all this tourin’
you told me sip this then call me in the morning
and i vow i never trust another one
in my life and then i got h-rny
started out hustlin’, ended up ballin’
n-gga i’m the sh-t, get the f-ck up out my toilet
started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
started out hustlin’, ended up ballin’
started out hustlin’, ended up ballin’
started out hustlin’, ended up ballin’
n-gga i’m the sh-t, get the f-ck up out my toilet
see i ain’t goin’ nowhere, b-tch
you know a n-gga been home honey
money f-ckin’ r-t-rded, called it down syndrome money
my cake sick sh-t, been diagnosed sickle cell brain
my revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed
like a mattress from sing sing or way down to comstock
these b-tches call me bling king, i sh-t when the bomb drop
and sprinkle diamonds all over n-ggas flawless in d-cl-ss
then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean gl-ss
they movin’ on a n-gga as i walk through the valley, ready?
and zoom in with the cameras like i’m d-ckin’ down halle berry
my money help me do things that you n-gga’s can’t believe
like purchase persons, places all them things that you can’t conceive
like interactin’ with women the caliber of janet
i sit and master my vision and m-ssacre the planet
i hope you n-gga’s know just what it is
while i’m countin’ my paper, n-gga’s know i’m handlin’ my biz
started out hustlin’, ended up ballin’
n-gga i’m the sh-t, get the f-ck up out my toilet
started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
started out hustlin’, ended up ballin’
started out hustlin’, ended up ballin’
started out hustlin’, ended up ballin’
n-gga i’m the sh-t, get the f-ck up out my toilet
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