Lyrics

Popped a pill, now it feel right You know how to make it feel right, yeah LAX for the flight California dreamin' for the night, yeah She's 'bout to party in L.A. She's got the molly in her drink She can hardly hear me when I say "Please, no more parties in L.A.", yeah She gon' have this shit her way Always at the party, that's the play Wonder if she hear me when I say "Please, no more parties in L.A." Cash drippin' out the Range truck Got some change and then you changed up Talkin' to me like you can't be fucked with You fucked me once, you still the same fuck You be running 'round the city wildin' Shit be goin' down, don't care to hide it Got me running 'round the city toxic (I hope you don't notice me) Me in V.I.P. got me wildin' Phone on DND, don't fuck the vibe up Party TNT, there's no survivors She done lots of tea, got no attire She came in for molly, X and Oxy' But she wants to top me hella sloppy Pussy fire as hot than the tropic She don't get acknowledged when she top me off Never acknowledge fuck shit a fake Faded top, I wouldn't boss up, great All that talking shit is for the jakes In L.A. it's drugs to the face She done took a couple to the face How much more drugs do it take To never hit another party out in L.A. I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more Yeah, bass Pretty bad bitch with the face Shawty, right there, I need a case Case of the 'Migo, case of the '42 Shawty, right there, I need the Ace Wild out time when you like that, uh Sex too good just to type that I don't condone doin' no pills But you do it with a thrill every time that you bite back Cali, the valley, the scores in Italy The pure lookin' hoes still fuck like hoes in the alley I take 'em to the function and send 'em to the bros for the alley I'm gettin' down in the bathroom, someone knock, knock at the door Nigga, stop cockblockin' We in Beverly Hills, somebody party I'm fuckin' me a white bitch at the hot topic One thing that a young nigga know, is these bitches they come, they go Monday through Sunday, Friday, Friday through Sunday, yo She tellin' me she want some of my pocket I must be lookin' like I'm one day old The bitch said she would never give a threesome I told you, I'll get it one day, hoe I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more
Writer(s): Daystar Peterson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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