Lullaby Songtext
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Lullaby Songtext
La-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
Let′s go
And I ain't gotta tell y′all who I be
Because these 100 dollar bills are like baller ID
And I get under niggas skin
They should call me IV
But if you try me nigger
I will be your caller ID
And that means I got your number
Please don't make me dial it
That could land your fly ass on the ground just like a pilot
So just do me a solid
Y'all stay in pocket like wallets
′Cause you can′t see me
Close eye-lids
Huh, nitey nite
I'm with a model chick
Tyrah thick, Heidi′s height
Body suits, body tight
Yeah, I clean up nice
Catch me on a tidy night
Might be gucchi'd down to the tidy whites
Ok it′s Loso
Everybody knows so
My son is the heir to the thrown
Prince Joso
So daddy need money
Mummy need new true-ies
Baby needs new shoes
Preferably the new lueys
The swaggers in his jeans
He was born fly
Them Phily bitches say the ball keep his jaunt fly
That Reggie Kush outta Southern California
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Rock-a-by baby
Rock-a-by baby
Rock-a-by baby
Rock-a-by baby
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
Hush little lame niggas don't say a word
Y′all don't know the half, not even a third
Put a dick in your ear and fuck what you heard
She tried to pull my fly south
I aint want the bird
Because I been killin' these hoes
These niggas just drop dead
In the drop head
All we do is bop heads
To the side
Like Busta in the Pepsi add
With my Columbiana mamma
Yep she bad (she Bad)
She in the lastest shoe that Guiseppe had
Blow game like the late dizzy Gillespie had
That′s some good jaw
Pop quiz
Good score
She call her pussy mediene
That good raw
For you little cheap fucks
Hood whores
You niggas soft in the middle
Call them hood smalls
Everybody on the block going cuckoo
Phantom doors open like the clock that goes cuckoo
Birds poppin′ out
Sittin on the hood
Check my bird droppings out
Im shittin' on the hood
Sleepin′ time, niggas
The hand that rocks the cradle for you nursery rhyme niggas
Its bed time
Nice
La-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La
La
La
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby (la-la-la)
Rock-a-by baby
Rock-a-by baby
Rock-a-by baby
Rock-a-by baby
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
Let′s go
And I ain't gotta tell y′all who I be
Because these 100 dollar bills are like baller ID
And I get under niggas skin
They should call me IV
But if you try me nigger
I will be your caller ID
And that means I got your number
Please don't make me dial it
That could land your fly ass on the ground just like a pilot
So just do me a solid
Y'all stay in pocket like wallets
′Cause you can′t see me
Close eye-lids
Huh, nitey nite
I'm with a model chick
Tyrah thick, Heidi′s height
Body suits, body tight
Yeah, I clean up nice
Catch me on a tidy night
Might be gucchi'd down to the tidy whites
Ok it′s Loso
Everybody knows so
My son is the heir to the thrown
Prince Joso
So daddy need money
Mummy need new true-ies
Baby needs new shoes
Preferably the new lueys
The swaggers in his jeans
He was born fly
Them Phily bitches say the ball keep his jaunt fly
That Reggie Kush outta Southern California
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Rock-a-by baby
Rock-a-by baby
Rock-a-by baby
Rock-a-by baby
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
Hush little lame niggas don't say a word
Y′all don't know the half, not even a third
Put a dick in your ear and fuck what you heard
She tried to pull my fly south
I aint want the bird
Because I been killin' these hoes
These niggas just drop dead
In the drop head
All we do is bop heads
To the side
Like Busta in the Pepsi add
With my Columbiana mamma
Yep she bad (she Bad)
She in the lastest shoe that Guiseppe had
Blow game like the late dizzy Gillespie had
That′s some good jaw
Pop quiz
Good score
She call her pussy mediene
That good raw
For you little cheap fucks
Hood whores
You niggas soft in the middle
Call them hood smalls
Everybody on the block going cuckoo
Phantom doors open like the clock that goes cuckoo
Birds poppin′ out
Sittin on the hood
Check my bird droppings out
Im shittin' on the hood
Sleepin′ time, niggas
The hand that rocks the cradle for you nursery rhyme niggas
Its bed time
Nice
La-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La
La
La
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby (la-la-la)
Rock-a-by baby
Rock-a-by baby
Rock-a-by baby
Rock-a-by baby
Writer(s): Robert James Smith, Laurence Andrew Tolhurst, Roger O'donnell, Boris Williams, Porl Thompson, Simon Johnathon Gallup Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
