Lil Wayne - La La (Feat. Brisco And Busta Rhymes) Lyrics:
David, David, David, David, David Banner

Sittin` in the Caddy, Wright like Betty
Floatin` up the aisle like the bride and her Daddy
Hip hop addict, hip hop addict
Man I swear I`m on top like the attic

Yeah bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy
And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry
Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals and canaries
F**k me, I`m all about Oui like Paris

Hilton Presidential Suite already
I`m richer than Nicole and I`m a lion like her daddy
I`m am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday
I swear I`m a savage like Lil` Webbie and Randy

Oscar De La Hoya, box you like a casket
Or Diego Coralles, ni**a keep jabbin`
See my style it varies, like drugs in an alley
My leather so soft my paint prettier than Halle

Wittier than comedy, ni**a write a parody
But I ain`t tellin` jokes apparently
Apparent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye
You hurt her you kill me and ni**a 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`
Ni**a I`m the s**t, get the f**k up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin`, ended up ballin`

Started out hustlin`, ended up ballin`
Started out hustlin`, ended up ballin`
Ni**a I`m the s**t, get the f**k up out my toilet

My paint bubbleish, the motor so vicious
The rims the same color as the wrapper of a kiss
First some hyphee, thump it like a piston
And when I`m in Detroit, I’ll be ballin` like a Piston

Boy, and did I mention I fly like a pigeon
Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin`
I`m 9 under par in the Bentley golf cart
The Polo be cream but the bottle`s Caviar

Weezy, I`m sick from all this tourin`
You told me sip this then call me in the morning
And I vow I never trust another one
In my life and then I got horny

Started out hustlin`, ended up ballin`
Ni**a I`m the s**t, get the f**k up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin`, ended up ballin`

Started out hustlin`, ended up ballin`
Started out hustlin`, ended up ballin`
Ni**a I`m the s**t, get the f**k up out my toilet

See I ain`t goin` nowhere, bitch
You know a ni**a been home honey
Money f**kin` retarded, called it down syndrome money
My cake sick s**t, been diagnosed sickle cell brain
My 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 s**t when the bomb drop
And sprinkle diamonds all over ni**as flawless in D-Class
Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass

They movin` on a ni**a as I walk through the valley, ready?
And zoom in with the cameras like I`m dickin` down Halle Berry
My money help me do things that you ni**a`s can`t believe
Like purchase persons, places all them things that you can`t conceive

Like interactin` with women the caliber of Janet
I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet
I hope you ni**a`s know just what it is
While I`m countin` my paper, ni**a`s know I`m handlin` my biz

Started out hustlin`, ended up ballin`
Ni**a I`m the s**t, get the f**k up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin`, ended up ballin`

Started out hustlin`, ended up ballin`
Started out hustlin`, ended up ballin`
Ni**a I`m the s**t, get the f**k up out my toilet

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