Da$H & RetcH - La Cienega (Feat. Vince Staples) | Текст песни

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• Da$H & RetcH
• La Cienega (Feat. Vince Staples)

[Verse 1: Retch]
Up on these herbs
Fuck with these birds
For my dead homies pour some on the curb
Head to the strip just to see whats the word
Ran in the store for some dutches and nerds
Last few nights shit was absurd
Had sex with a white bitch in a jacuzzi
She a'int even know me but she fucked me like she knew me
[?]
I'm a wild boy
Been 7:30 for a while boy
Used to trap X to them white boys
And the only thing I fear is them lights boy
Cuz I trap so hard that their tryna find me
[?]
Ranchers in my Sprite got me feeling jolly
Only wore a mink cuz them hoes are [?]
Yeah they feeling me dawg
Booty so fat that its killing me dawg
Get em to the crib and I get in them draws
I be blowin' on dope and she blowin' my balls
Yeah suck that
Suck that like you love that
Fuck that bitch for a half and hour then I'm rolling up that dub sack
Fuck laying with a [?] cause I'm finna' hit the strip
Tell a bitch Imma' hit her cellular
And my taillight out so I'm taking back routes
Nigga I ain't tryna' see them Federals
Just walk up in the store
Oh yeah for sure
2 for 1 swishers at the register
Now I'm posted out in front that 7/11 smokin' weed on La Cienega

[Hook]
I'm riding low
I'm bumping Frankie Beverly
Cruising through LA
I'm swerving through the streets of Beverley
With my white broad and she rolling up that celery
Just was in the hood so it a'int shit that you telling me
So every time you see me I be cheesin' hard
Smoking killa weed right up out the fuckin' jar
High as shit but these hoes think that I'm a star
Catch a nigga on La Cienega Boulevard

[Verse 2: Da$h]
Phantom OG in my swisher sweet
Finna write a opera on this beat
I run into the bitch of your dreams
And we fucking the same night we meet
She kinda famous so we real discreet
Suck me til I fall asleep
They say I'm chasin death just like it owe me money
Sippin prometh like my nose is runny
But the coodeine in it so you know im numb B
I threw the maggie on
Before I jump up in the 'tollah Imma come clean
I can't control it
Lost the remote
Lenses on focus from this potent
Woke up and went in like the door was open
Newport smokin'
She strollin' through my crib with my hoodie on
Do my livin' by the minute next second it could be gone
You lookin' at Tommy Buns in the flesh and blood
The only thing that's on my mind is this money,sex,and drugs
Sittin' at the top you motherfuckers can't stand next to us
Kick you off the top of Everest
H's ho

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Vince Staples]
Nigga name your mission
I'm tryna make a million
Pray to Muhammad this molly move 'fore my momma get here
Pedal to the metal swervin' servin' niggas [?]
Tryna' make my mission 'fore I'm murdered in the ghetto
Northside LB
Niggas can't tell me nothing
I hope the scales be tipping in my favor
When its time to meet my maker
I know I made a lot of mistakes
But for this paper I'll do whatever it takes
I'm stompin nigga
Hold up if its 6 in a 7
It only take 1 shot to send a nigga to heaven
3 to that niggas direction
Know where I come from
The question is where the fuck am I headed?
See that snubnose home made
WorldStar homepage
9 times out of the 10 them niggas gone bang
Black 45 inside [?] the coldchain
The bullets hit his whole frame
He screamin' "leave my brain alone"

[Hook]