La La Lyrics - Lil Wayne

Uh! 

Sitting in a Caddy, Wright like Betty 

Floating 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 bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy 

And we stay clean but get dirty like Harry 

Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals and canaries 

Fuck 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 Saturday 

I swear I'm a savage like Lil Webbie and Randy 

Oscar De La Hoya, box you like a casket 

Or Diego Coralles, nigga keep jabbin' 

See my style it varies, like drugs in an alley 

My leather so soft my paint prettier than Halle 

Wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody 

But I ain't tellin' jokes... apparently 

Apparent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye 

You hurt her, you kill me and nigga 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 

Four 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 

Oww! 

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Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' 

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck 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' 

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck 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 be ballin' like a Piston 

Boy did I mention I'm 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 (yeah!) 

Weezy I'm sick from all this tourin' 

You told me (sip this) then call me in the morning (yeah) 

And I vow I never trust another one (another woman) 

In my life, and then I got horny (ah hah) 

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Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' 

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck 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' 

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet 

See I ain't goin' no where bitch 

You know a nigga been home honey 

Money fucking retarded, call it down syndrome money 

My cake sick shit, been diagnosed sickle cell brain 

The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed 

Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down to Comstock 

These bitches call me bling king I shit when the bomb drop 

And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas flawless in D-Class 

Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass 

They movin' on a nigga as I walk through the valley, ready? 

And zoom in with the cameras like I'm thickin' down Halle Berry 

My money help me do things that you nigga'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 massacre the planet 

I hope you nigga's know just what it is 

While I'm countin' my paper nigga's know I'm handlin' my biz 

Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' 

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck 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' 

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet