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lalagirls* - zxtr lyrics

(zxtr)
1, 2, 3, hit it!
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(jump in that bih!)
lalagirl, yeah
lalagirl, l a l a

one f*cking reason i left you is cause you too broke
another f*ckin’ reason cause you use 3*in*1 soap

huh, run up a check with me, yeah
keeping up 223s, huh
f*ck that arps, yeah
fist fight f*ckin’ me, huh
leave you bl**dy clean, yeah
flee the f*cking scene, yeah
feel like hollis, how i got two f*cking jeans, woah
she a f*cking fiend
he be sippin’ lean
but they just teens
(what the f*ck?)

(austiverse)
got my photocards, huh, hop into the car
we got tickets for newjeans and we gotta drive so far, huh (so far)
f*cking b*tches there, huh, f*cking b*tches where?
we got b*tches in the motel and we do not give a care, huh
roll another blunt, yeah, roll another blunt, yeah
even when i’m drunk i can f*ckin’ stunt (let me show ‘ya)
i’ma eat her c*nt, huh, while i’m serving c*nt, huh (i’m like that b*tch)
she gon’ f*ckin’ grunt, when i eat her from the front, yeah
(zxtr & austiverse)
posted up with astin, got some b*tches and they rollin’ blunts
flexin’ that you f*ckin’ my ex like i give a f*ck
yeah, i’ve been eating up yo p*ssy for f*cking lunch
spread her legs open and i’m bouta f*ckin’ munch

(zxtr)
(i don’t really care about you, no, no, no, no)
(i don’t really care about you)
(1, 2, 3, hit it!)

got this b*tch, yeah, she sucking my feet, yeah
choppa make you dance like godd*mn selena
b*tch i f*cked you, hit ‘yo femur
posted up in godd*mn lima
i never cared ’bout you
but i never said it well
i don’t really care ’bout your brother or your sister
oh well (oh well, oh well)

now i’m sending f*cking bullets
9mm, f*cking pellets, i don’t care
i’m sending you to h*ll
i don’t care about you anyways
ima f*ck your, f*ck your friend in the f*cking staircase
lalagirls, yeah
lalagirls, yeah they rock the world
lalagirls, yeah they the queens, yeah
we rocking with the sample or nah?
i don’t care ’bout your prob’
i don’t care ’bout your dog
i don’t care, i don’t care bout your job

(austiverse)
russian mothaf*ckin’ roulette
hope you bite the bullet
hope you got a full set
or you’ll f*ckin’ regret
or you’ll f*ckin’, huh huh
f*ckin’ regret, huh huh huh

and i got a few picks, huh, made a few l!cks
got this b*tch in the back, and she’s gonna suck my d*ck
f.p.journe on my wrist, huh, go throw a fit
cause your b*tch only likes, when i hit her cl*t
arp’s on me, huh, gonna get green
yeah we act like a fein, leaving you on the scene
i don’t care about needs, huh, i just want trees
put your hands on your knees, or i’ll be a thief, huh

(wait who are you again?)
(i’d rather be dead than go back, he’s a creep, you’re b*tch, and you won’t deserve each other)
(give it a rest ramona, this a league game!)
(meaning?)

- zxtr lyrics

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