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chip – la la la كلمات اغاني

last year, i was in atl, tryin’a put the uk on (london boy)
i’m always covering american beats, so let me do a uk one (naughty boy)
white girls wanna see me in the charts, black girls say my mixtape’s hard
i went left for a minute, went right for a minute, now i’ve got the balance, i be going hard
so somebody better cut me a cheque, name a top rapper, i’ll be after his neck
i just want the money n-gga, and the respect
n-ggas sayin’ they’re k!lling them but n0body’s dead
what do i bring? originality, yes, but they’re biting my style ’til there’s none of me left
come on, you heard my tape, then you made your tape, so tell me why your cd’s dead
i’ll be covering my ears like la la la
your words mean nothing like blah blah blah
i want baby money, no ga ga ga
these rappers are my sons, call me da da da
better yet, they ain’t my sons, they’re my foster kids
i ain’t madeline, nah, they ain’t lost the kid
see my muslim n-gga did his whole bird, he said inshallah we don’t f-ck with pigs
no snitching, no snitching, one more time, no snitching
hating -ss n-gga wanna murder me?
suit yourself, but you better shoot the witness
don’t know if you clocked, but times have changed
i’ve been k!lling spitters since my grimy days
the rappers taking notes on my sh-t and every penny counts, you can’t keep the change
what goes around, comes around, that’s true
so she can f-ck the whole crew, before she f-cks you
girls on the jam with some young fly n-ggas
star jazz sean got [?] smiling
my white man chris, he my real n-gga too
and jerimiah made the real n-gga [?]
still getting cake, call it belated plus i got sh-t to celebrate too
“reload” hit the chart bup bup bu
london boy getting around wanted bup bup bu
i don’t want no trouble trust me if you wanna trouble me trust me you can get it how you want it bup bu
a.r. be the crew bup bup
30g watch to 22 bup bu
to anyone sleeping on me i’ll catch you in your dreams
hey this is for you bup bu

[hook]
i’m covering my ears like a kid
when your words mean nothing, i go la la la
i’m turning up the volume when you speak
cause if my heart can’t stop it, i find a way to block it
i go
la la, la la la…
la la, la la la…
i find a way to block it
i go
la la, la la la…
la la, la la la…

- chip

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