La Cienega Luxor

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Roll me a blunt, and I might just chill Bring your girl to the show, and we might just pill Do you like flights and dice? I can write that will Right hook to your mean mug, ice that [?] Similar to other niggas, but we twice that real Ain't no shit for the cameras, I don't like that feel But y'all baby caff meat, damn right, that's veel If I'm shocking in electric, damn right, I'm eel With a broad [?] smoking off the heavy dinner Steady gwopping, [?] waps, my set ajenda It's close to 4, I close the door, like Teddy Pender She's 5/2, and by you, [?] let me bend her Reporting live from the [?] Fuck with other niggas [?] [?] it ain't part time [?] calling niggas [?] [?] I'm a player Tripplе my paper, [?] got me trippled [?] I mеan [?] might hit them with flavors And got the silver screen [?] I'm clean, what? [?] [Verse 2] Kill the pussy, kill the pussy Now I got her boyfriend out here looking for me Like a bitch from [?], she was hella goofy Niggas sip your drink, while I tell the story Had a bitch named Keesha, knew she was a keeper Had a stolen visa, and she bought me Gucci sneakers Pistol in my pants, pocket full of rocks Designer shoes on, running from the cops I cannot stop Stepping in the game, toes first You rapping for the love, then you probably never sold work Ride with me while I soul search Through Los Angeles, times are scandelous, my soul hurt [Verse 3] Fucking with my old work, [?] You mad that her phone ring at 1:00 AM You know she lost her nose ring, fucking round with him That's like a hoover [?] she fucking round with [?] [Verse 4] You know that type of beauty that when eyes lock, time stops Enough to blind you like cyclops, gon' need eye drops You sexy in heels, plus high tops Five star meals, Beverly Hills, but love IHop I gots to know a little more about you If your Spirit is cool, as your elegant perfume [?] around you, gracefulness [?] out you [?] my soul, like you belong in the first ten pages of Vogue I be pacing myself, tryna stay in control Had a whole team of queens, gotta place [?] You struck me, Cupid's aro through the heart of [?] fellow No fancy harps and chellos, maybe a simple hello Usually mello, cool, calm, collected, composed You done knocked the player off of his chose Like Ali, and I be wondering why we Ain't elope yet Just when it's right, [?] goes left And I don't know