Ya Boy

Ya Boy - We Run L.A. lyrics

rate me

One for da money two for da show

Hit the Louis store right on Rodeo

White SL the color of yayo

Pass the cup to my girl and told her to sip slow

This my show watch me baby

The way I go can't stop me baby

Seatbelt beside me baby

L.A. just drive me crazy (ooh)

We can float through the city night

I'm drunk and you looking real pretty right

Make love I ain't for the fight

Not once we can go till we get it right

What they cost I can fit the price

Got a house in the hills you can spend the night

And when they ask who turns you out

She came from all the seas

To be a star on the boulevard

She wants sex on the beach

We can share it's only fair

I got paradise on call

It's ours it's ours

She got a little taste and she wants more

Some more

We run L.A.

Yeah

Cut a lot of girls cut a lot of checks

That's the life here on sunset

Rich and famous I am success

Man I'm out late doing she do love sex

I'm a set this you do the rest

You know what you do you do the best

Do me a favor lose the dress

It's nice by the way Chanel I guess

Glam hand bags I know where they sell those

Maybe later on we can hit melrose

All you gotta do is hit me on my cell phone

Baby girl you and me can kick it like a field goal

Know who I be call me * y.b.

Red carpet I don't need the I.D.

Cause L's on my face you don't see what I see

What

Girl you know where I be

Where

Hollywood swinging

That's right

Hollywood swinging

That's right

Hollywood swinging

What

Girl you know where I be

Where

Hollywood swinging

That's right

Hollywood swinging

That's right

Hollywood swinging

She came from all the seas

To be a star on the boulevard

She wants sex on the beach

We can share it's only fair

I got paradise on call

It's ours it's ours

She got a little taste and she wants more

Some more

We run L.A.

Thanks to PEREZ for correcting these lyrics

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