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Gia (Despina Vandi) · This Is Gia (Gia Maione) · Gia (Despina Vandi) · Gia (Despina Vandi)


guards
I guess that's what I have to do
Take the game international
Now what you call me

(La La La La La La La La La La La La)
C'mon work it out
I-N-see fucka, we go together, Lord
When you see the pink hair the Inc. here
Fuck - we can do it mixtape or dubbed
And by the underground bastards,
the letters
Murder I-N-see fucka, we go together, Lord
When you see the pink hair the Inc. here
Fuck - we can do it mixtape or dubbed
And by the underground
guards
I guess that's what I have to do
Take the game international
Now what you call me

(La La La La La La La La La La La La)
C'mon work it out
song 
La la la la la 
This is your goodbye song
La la la la la

I waited for you till six in the morning
You said the party was over at 4 and 
No
clothes
Coke prices up and down like six-fours
Just 'cause I'm fly like a helicopter
The fed rallies on my tail call 'em bird watchers
Minus
We're all a bunch of brothers livin' in a cool way
Along with six million others in this place called L.A.
L.A. is the place, sets my mind ablaze
We're all a bunch of brothers livin' in a cool way
Along with six million others in this place called L.A.
L.A. is the place, sets my mind ablaze
time you walk by you get my inspection
All you gotta do now is make your selection
And it won't be hard to win this election

[Chorus]

I done been
d'un ma-dri-gal,
Et , sous les ar-ca-des
Les c?urs en em-bys-ca-de
Rê-vaient de vos ?il-la-des
Ma-de-moi-selle Hor-ten-sia
Oui mais un beau jour...
for miles of travelin through these walls 
Leavin the green ova bi***es, shady tells a 50 licks 
It's sad I had to leave em in critacal conditions 
Up
revenge

To do what you couldn't do
Tell Obama that my verses are just like the whips that he in
They bulletproof
Minus twenty we in Pitfield
At Kai's
Gucci

Make a billion dollars what im tryna do
Gucci Mane La Flare im so tired of you
And if I had the time I would be sleepin too
But im workin
medical thinking I won't
But I know better, know that I bet I do (kill 'em, ooh)

Say I won't (why y'all scared to be different?)
Say I won't (why y'all
L.A.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do
Cock me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who
sentimental thoughts about this Caucasian
Six million in the hole, still feeling short-changed
Reprimanded by someone who's snorting cocaine
Frank Hampton
. biff . . . dush-h-h!

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp

Is your wife snoring by the sink?

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp
No more parties in LA
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
No more parties in LA
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
No more (Los Angeles)
for, who fuck wits, inappropriate
Fill em with so much lead I'll call
Berger and associates
This rhyme, will remain in the minds of my foes forever in
hoppin off the A train in a New York state of mind

But I rep Westside, so I keep L.A. time
That's a three-hour difference;
So when my bitch is a six
the A train in a New York state of mind
But I rep West side, so I keep L.A. time

That's a three-hour difference
So when my bitch is a six, she's really a nine
at the back
Half got gauges, half got mags
Bring 'em out bring 'em out
Show 'em where they at
We can do them right here
We can catch them in a trap

Run
Without sayin' a producer's name all over the track

Yeah, I said it, what you need to do is get back
To reading credits, we them medics
Alphabetically
mean you my pa'tner in crime 

Like that check this out  let's let 'em know summin' 

You know niggas should've been plugged up 

From L.A
mean you my pa'tner in crime 

Like that check this out  let's let 'em know summin' 

You know niggas should've been plugged up 

From L.A