Lyrics WIINSTON – Lala
Text:
(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
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
(In lala land)
(In lala land)
(In lala land)
