(In lalaland) (In lalaland) (In lalaland) (In lalaland)
Bad bitch from new orleans Rides dick in her jordans Walls pink like its melrose Got rich of her stories Bad bitch lookin foreign Six inch in her closet Drive stick in a sport Miss jets-in-the-morning Uh she got me tired Mixin up sprite uh She pull up to the city Late at night uh She likes the band And the spotlight She likes to slide But she’s not mine
In lala land In lala land In lala land In lala land
She want a balanciaga Sushi and wasabi Wax off like myagi Nonfat in her coffe She wanna fuck at the party Lonely in her apartment Bitches be hatin they salty G.o.a.t cheese For your winin? Roll out the molly medicinal Coldsweat when we cumming You wanna know Why I’m cynical, Messed up and exhausted? Uh she got me tired Mixin up sprite uh She pull up to the city Late at night uh She likes the band And the spotlight She likes to slide But she’s not mine
In lala land In lala land In lala land In lala land
Coppin gucci harry ice Hop on my shit yo shit tight Testarossa rarri vice (Bitches be fallin’ behind) Got a feeling that my girl Is moving round movin’ Thru the city girl! You got your ride Movin thru the city I know them guys They be talkin to I know them guys They be talkin
In lala land In lala land In lala land In lala land In lala land In lala land In lala land In lala land