Lalala Weiland (Ft. Yeat)

[Intro: Weiland]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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[Verse 1: Weiland]
Yeah, that Choppa sing a melody like Lalala
That Choppa sing a melody like Lalala
Yeah I'm so god damn high, I think I might die
Play round with my money, boy yeah you gon' die
(Shout out Bhristo, nigga) Yeah, yuh
Ooh, aah
On the roof of my car, Yeah you see the stars
Yeah, and I'm out in LA hanging with the stars
Yeah she love that shiny thing, she a stupid broad
Uh yeah, turn my phone off, I'm going ghost, yeah
I miss my home planet, phone home, yeah
Yeah I know she hates me but she not alone, yeah
Poppin' pills so I can feel at home, yeah
Hop in Hellcat, I'm about to go yeah
Yeah she begging me not to walk out the door, yeah
Yeah you love me baby, I know
Fill my sorrows with these thousand-dollar clothes
Yeah you got to pay me fifty for a show, yeah
Yeah, these diamonds they Arabian
Yeah, yuh, yeah
Fuck that bitch in a Mercedes Benz
Yeah, yuh, yeah
I got a Moncler on and It's not even cold
Yeah, that bitch talkin' crazy she so bold
Uh (Yeh, ye yeh)
I walk in Louis and I make [?] with their soul