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Asap Rocky - Lalala Lyrics

LaLaLa Lyrics[Chorus: Chris Brown, French Montana]
Niggas gassed up, smokin' gas with codeine (Woah)
Slurrin', sippin' syrup, codeine (Woah)
Splashed, brothers passed the whole team (Whole, haan)
We smokin' that la-la-la (La-la)
We smokin' that la-la-la (La-la)
We smokin' that la-la-la (La)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky, Chris Brown, French Montana]
My partner said one day I'd grow to be bumpy, my nigga (La)
My mama told me, "Get a job, don't be bummy, my nigga" (La-la)
So grow the dollars, graduate and get money, my nigga (La-la)
If that don't work, you better grind like you hungry, my nigga (La-la, haan)
You love to love, but I love to hate (Yeah, la)
I love to love, but you love to hate (La-la, haan)
And if you partners, you my partner, you love me, my nigga (La-la, skrrt)
Well, fuck Trump, I'm gon' tеll you I love you, my nigga, yeah (Ayy)

[Verse 2: French Montana, Chris Brown]
Ain't no safety on thе blick
I fear that money, never hate (Bop-bop-bop, grr)
Leanin' over pills, short a liter of that liq' (Skrrt)
Wildin', my dollars shinin' (Bling)
Caught 'em slippin' back in Syria (Ah)
Tek out the window like Kyrie, brrr (Shoot it)
Wait, shit you never heard about (Heart about, ayy)
Fuck them bitches you never heard about (La-la, heard about)
Doin' shit you never heard about (La-la, heard about)
Shit you never heard about (La-la, heard about)

[Chorus: Chris Brown, French Montana, A$AP Rocky]
Niggas gassed up, smokin' gas with codeine (Woah)
Slurrin', sippin' syrup, codeine (Woah, haan)
Splashed, brothers passed the whole team (Whole, haan)
We smokin' that la-la-la (La-la)
We smokin' that la-la-la (La-la-la)
We smokin' that la-la-la (La-la, la-la)
We smokin' that la-la-la (La-la, la-la)
We smokin' that la-la-la (La-la, uh, woo)

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky, French Montana]
Don't ever try to pull up on me and rob me, lil' nigga
That's word to mommy, I'ma catch me a homi', lil' nigga
That's money, father, life or death if you try me, lil' nigga
There's no Beyoncé, I'ma catch me a body, lil' nigga
I love the drugs how you love to hate, ayy
I love the love when you love to hate
Add the drugs, start to fade away, feel that eight away
Take the pain away, you get made away, paid away
Run up on your day-to-day, ayy, ayy (Skrrt), ayy
(Yeah, ah)

[Chorus: Chris Brown, French Montana]
Niggas gassed up, smokin' gas with codeine (Woah)
Slurrin', sippin' syrup, codeine (Woah, haan)
Splashed, brothers passed the whole team (Whole, haan)
We smokin' that la-la-la (La-la)
We smokin' that la-la-la (La-la-la)
We smokin' that la-la-la (La-la, la-la)
We smokin' that la-la-la (La-la, la-la)
We smokin' that la-la-la (Skrrt-skrrt)