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LaLa Salama Video (MV)




Performed By: Jah Jr.
Language: English
Length: 2:07
Written by: Johnny Howard




Jah Jr. - LaLa Salama Lyrics
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Everyday we stunting haters wanna mug me
I be sipping bubbly turns up at the function
Baby why you fronting? you don't wanna love me
You just wanna f*ck me thinking I got money
Why you pocket watching she know I'm the real deal
Better take a chill pill girl you need to stop it
All about the profit no time for the capping
Got to rake that cash in ain't no other option
Tryna cop a bag of that gas what's the cost bro
I can't go out sad gimme cash need it pronto
Handsome and I'm fat. I got swag I got sauce hoe
My baby so bad got her gassed like a Volvo
Niggas on our wave in my face what you want bro
Thinking I got cake don't get played like a console
Don't get played like two k, with my bae gimme top like toupees
Booty soft like soufflé in a loft meditating
I just lit a j burning sage elevated
I be in my bag got them mad they can't take it
See me as a threat because I'm so educated, so myelinated
Four seven eight that's my area code
Dublin GA Ima rep that shit wherever I go
Selling CD's for the low posted up by the store
Running plays for the paper these people hate but they know that
Everyday we stunting haters wanna mug me
I be sipping bubbly turns up at the function
Baby why you fronting? you don't wanna love me
You just wanna f*ck me thinking I got money
Why you pocket watching she know I'm the real deal
Better take a chill pill girl you need to stop it
All about the profit no time for the capping
Got to rake that cash in ain't no other option
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Everyday we stunting haters wanna mug me
I be sipping bubbly turns up at the function
Baby why you fronting? you don't wanna love me
You just wanna f*ck me thinking I got money
Why you pocket watching she know I'm the real deal
Better take a chill pill girl you need to stop it
All about the profit no time for the capping
Got to rake that cash in ain't no other option
Tryna cop a bag of that gas what's the cost bro
I can't go out sad gimme cash need it pronto
Handsome and I'm fat. I got swag I got sauce hoe
My baby so bad got her gassed like a Volvo
Niggas on our wave in my face what you want bro
Thinking I got cake don't get played like a console
Don't get played like two k, with my bae gimme top like toupees
Booty soft like soufflé in a loft meditating
I just lit a j burning sage elevated
I be in my bag got them mad they can't take it
See me as a threat because I'm so educated, so myelinated
Four seven eight that's my area code
Dublin GA Ima rep that shit wherever I go
Selling CD's for the low posted up by the store
Running plays for the paper these people hate but they know that
Everyday we stunting haters wanna mug me
I be sipping bubbly turns up at the function
Baby why you fronting? you don't wanna love me
You just wanna f*ck me thinking I got money
Why you pocket watching she know I'm the real deal
Better take a chill pill girl you need to stop it
All about the profit no time for the capping
Got to rake that cash in ain't no other option
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Writer: Johnny Howard
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