Lalagirls* lyrics

(zxtr)
1, 2, 3, Hit it!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Jump in that bih!)
LaLaGirl, yeah
LaLaGirl, L A L A

One f*cking reason I left you is cause you too broke
Another f*ckin' reason cause you use 3-in-1 Soap

Huh, run up a check with me, yeah
Keeping up 223s, huh
f*ck that ARPs, yeah
Fist fight f*ckin' me, huh
Leave you bloody clean, yeah
Flee the f*cking scene, yeah
Feel like Hollis, how I got two f*cking jeans, woah
She a f*cking fiend
He be sippin' lean
But they just teens
(What the f*ck?)

(Austiverse)
Got my photocards, huh, hop into the car
We got tickets for NewJeans and we gotta drive so far, huh (so far)
f*cking b*tches there, huh, f*cking b*tches where?
We got b*tches in the motel and we do not give a care, huh
Roll another blunt, yeah, roll another blunt, yeah
Even when I'm drunk I can f*ckin' stunt (let me show 'ya)
I'ma eat her c*nt, huh, while I'm serving c*nt, huh (I'm like that b*tch)
She gon' f*ckin' grunt, when I eat her from the front, yeah
(zxtr & Austiverse)
Posted up with Astin, got some b*tches and they rollin' blunts
Flexin' that you f*ckin' my ex like I give a f*ck
Yeah, I've been eating up yo pus*y for f*cking lunch
Spread her legs open and I'm bouta f*ckin' munch

(zxtr)
(I don't really care about you, no, no, no, no)
(I don't really care about you)
(1, 2, 3, Hit it!)

Got this b*tch, yeah, she sucking my feet, yeah
Choppa make you dance like goddamn Selena
b*tch I f*cked you, hit 'yo femur
Posted up in goddamn Lima
I never cared 'bout you
But I never said it well
I don't really care 'bout your brother or your sister
Oh well (oh well, oh well)

Now I'm sending f*cking bullets
9mm, f*cking pellets, I don't care
I'm sending you to hell
I don't care about you anyways
Ima f*ck your, f*ck your friend in the f*cking staircase
LaLaGirls, yeah
LaLaGirls, yeah they rock the world
LaLaGirls, yeah they the queens, yeah
We rocking with the sample or nah?
I don't care 'bout your prob'
I don't care 'bout your dog
I don't care, I don't care bout your job

(Austiverse)
Russian mothaf*ckin' roulette
Hope you bite the bullet
Hope you got a full set
Or you'll f*ckin' regret
Or you'll f*ckin', huh huh
f*ckin' regret, huh huh huh

And I got a few picks, huh, made a few licks
Got this b*tch in the back, and she's gonna suck my di*k
F.P.Journe on my wrist, huh, go throw a fit
Cause your b*tch only likes, when I hit her clit
ARP's on me, huh, gonna get green
Yeah we act like a Fein, leaving you on the scene
I don't care about needs, huh, I just want trees
Put your hands on your knees, or I'll be a thief, huh

(Wait who are you again?)
(I'd rather be dead than go back, he's a creep, you're b*tch, and you won't deserve each other)
(Give it a rest Ramona, this a league game!)
(Meaning?)