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Laila!
Songwriter:in
Letras
Soft serve
I'll serve it to you, nice serve
Drive like GTA bitch, I swerve
Hit you in yo chest, cough syrup
Wassup?
These **** like they cups full of syrup
You can't sit here, it is reserved
You gone get what you deserve, ****
I fuck with bad bitches
You washed up like dishes
Come party crash with us
I drive real fast ****
Just got my permit ****
This bitch dyed her hair, then she permed it ****
So she basically burned it ****
I'm not Tonya but go figure
We cannot be boyfriend and girlfriend!
I don't even like your friends!
They don't know how to listen
To women
That's the problem, **** be tripping
Fathers talk to your children
'Cause I don't wanna talk to them
About shit
I just like to talk in the mirror
I used to dye my hair ginger
Do you remember last winter?
My uber is a sprinter
We ran out of ink in our printer
So we can't print any pictures
I cook good really dinner
The 808 is the kicker
I'm seventeen!
Sometimes it feels the world's falling on me
I'm in a dream
Back in the same place although I'm running
What do I mean?
Don't know how to explain what I'm feeling
It's so extreme
But I just found a 20 in my pocket
All along, oh all along
I just wanna be someone (Just wanna be!)
All along and all along
I know ima be someone!
Written by: Laila Smith