Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - La La

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Da... Da... Da... David... Banner

La, la la la, la, la la la la

(Uh!)

Sittin' in a Caddy, bright like Batty

Floatin' up the aisle like a bride and her Daddy

Hip-Hop attic, hip-hop at it

Man I swear I'm on top like the attic

Yea bitch i be with my dog like Shaggy

And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry

Flyer than blue birds cardinals and canaries

Fuck me, I'm all about "WI" like Paris

Hilton presidential suite already

I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a Lion like her Daddy

I'm hotter than the Sunday after Saturday

I swear I'm a savage like Lil Weebie & Randy

Oscar De La Hoya, boxer like a casket

A Diego Coralles, nigga keep jabbin'

See my style it varies, like drugs in an alley

My leather so soft my paint prettier than Halle

Wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody

But I ain't tellin' jokes... apparently

Apparently, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye

You hurt her you kill me and nigga I ain't 'bout to die

See y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky

I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly

4 tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry

I'm richer than all y'all I got a bank full of pride

Ow, started out hustlin', ended up ballin'

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies

Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'

Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

My paint bubbleish, the motor so vicious

The rims the same color as the wrapper of a kisses; Hersey's

I'm hyper, thump it like a piston

And when I'm in Detroit I be ballin' like a Piston

Boy did I mention I fly like a pigeon

Hidin' gas prices, you Vegas trinket

I'm ridin' on the park in the Bentley golf cart

The Polo be cream but the bottle's caviar (yeah!)

Weezy I'm sick from all this tourin'

You told me (sip this,) then call me in the morning (yeah)

And I vow I never trust another woman ('nother woman)

In my life, and then I got horny (ah hah)

Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

Started with my girlfriend, ended where the home is

Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'

Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

See I ain't goin' no where bitch

You know a nigga been home honey

Money fuckin' retarded, called the down syndrome money

My case sick shit, they diagnose sickle cell brain

The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed

Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down to Comstock

These bitches call me bling king I shit when the bomb drop

And sprinkle down into all the niggas flawless in D-Class

Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean Glass

They movin' on a nigga as I'm walkin' the valley, ready?

And Zulu with the cameras like I'm diggin' down Halle Berry

My money help me do things that you nigga's can't believe

Like purchase personal plates on sort of things that you can't conceive

Like interactin' with women, on caliber of Janet

I sit and mater my vision and massacre the planet

I hope you nigga's know just what it is

While I'm countin' my paper nigga's know I'm handlin' my biz

Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies

Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'

Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

Thanks to Lil Loco Da Kid for these lyrics

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