La La La

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Chip] Last year, I was in ATL, tryin'a put the UK on (London boy) I'm always covering American beats, so let me do a UK one (Naughty Boy) White girls wanna see me in the charts, black girls say my mixtape's hard I went left for a minute, went right for a minute, now I've got the balance, I be going hard So somebody better cut me a check Name a top rapper, I'll be after his neck I just want the money nigga, and the respect Niggas sayin' they're killing them, but nobody's dead What do I bring? Originality, yes, but they're biting my style 'til there's none of me left Come on, you heard my tape, then you made your tape, so tell me why your CD's dead I'll be covering my ears like la la la, Your words mean nothing I'm like "Blah blah blah" I want baby money, no ga ga ga These rappers are my sons, call me da da da Better yet, they ain't my sons, they're my foster kids I ain't Madeline, nah, they ain't lost the kid See, my Muslim nigga did his whole bird, he said inshallah we don't fuck with pigs No snitching, no snitching, one more time, no snitching Hating ass nigga wanna murder me? Suit yourself, but you better shoot the witness Don't know if you clocked, but times have changed I've been killing spitters since my grimy days The rappers taking notes on my shit, and every penny counts, you can't keep the change [Verse 2: Chip] What goes around, comes around, that's true So she can fuck the whole crew before she fucks you Girls on the jam with some young fly niggas Star Jazz Sean got Ithala smiling My white man Chris, he my real nigga too And Jerimiah made the real nigga churn Still getting cake, call it belated plus I got shit to celebrate too "Reload" hit the chart bup bup bu London Boy get around me, wanted bup bup bu I don't want no trouble, trust me If you wanna trouble me, trust me, you can get it how you want it bup bu A.R. be the crew bup bup, 30g watch to 22 bup bu To anyone sleeping on me, I'll catch you in your dreams Hey, this is for you bup bu [Hook: Sam Smith, Chip] I'm covering my ears like a kid When your words mean nothing, I go la la la (Yeah, and I'm knowing this one's massive) I'm turning up the volume when you speak Cause if my heart can't stop it, I find a way to block it, I go La la, la la la... La la, la la la... (Ay, is he the little kid in the video nodding his head to this bit?) La la, la la la... (I swear, I'm against all negativity, trust) La la, la la la... Ay, Team Tip, I swear, I'm coming I'm taking my time, but I'm coming [Outro: Chip, Sam Smith] I found a way to block it, oh I found a way to block it, I go (I feel like I'm finally having fun again) Oh Team Tip, I'm coming I promise, I'm coming I'm taking my time, I'm coming