Lalala - Y2K & Bbno$

Lalala – Y2K & Bbno$

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Lalala – Y2K & Bbno$

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Lalala – Y2K & Bbno$
Did I really just forget that melody?
Naw, na, na, banana-na-na
Alright, da, da da-da-da-da
When I popped off, then your girl gave me just a little bit of lockjaw
Baby so cold, he from the north, he from the Canada
Bankroll so low, I got nothing else that I can withdraw
Ran out the door
I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha
I got your bitch singing, “Lalalala, lalala”
I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha
I got your bitch singing, “Lalalala, lalala”
How I stride like that?
Amex, no cap, eight hundred score
They wonder how, how I guap like that
I rap my lyrics when I perform
They wonder how, how I stride like that
Married to the grind, I brought my ring
I’m corny but your girly want the dick
Modest with my jewels but check the bank
Finally got the money, say my thanks
When I popped off, then your girl gave me just a little bit of lockjaw
Baby so cold, he from the north, he from the Canada
Bankroll so low, I got nothing else that I can withdraw
Ran out the door
I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha
I got your bitch singing, “Lalalala, lalala”
I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha
I got your bitch singing, “Lalalala, lalala”
How I stride like that?
Ha-ha, I’m at the bank again
They wonder how, how I guap like that
Pink whip with flames all on the sideThey wonder how, how I stride like that
Got that Gucci on my body, now she tryna pipe me, woo
Popped a Lucy loosey goosey, sussy boy, I keep you cool
Got the paper, went to school, be careful who you callin’ a fool
Ayy, ha, ayy
When I popped off, then your girl gave me just a little bit of lockjaw
Baby so cold, he from the north, he from the Canada
Bankroll so low, I got nothing else that I can withdraw
Ran out the door
I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha
I got your bitch singing, “Lalalala, lalala”
I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha
I got your bitch singing, “Lalalala, lalala”
How I stride like that?
Composer: Ari Starace / Alexander Gumuchian

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