Lil Wayne – La La (feat. Brisco & Busta Rhymes) Lyrics

La La

Lil Wayne (feat. Brisco & Busta Rhymes)

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"La La." - Lil Wayne (feat. Brisco & Busta Rhymes)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 07:14 pm

Album: Tha Carter III (Deluxe Revised)

Track No: 13

Sitting in a Caddy
White like Betty
Floating up the aisle like the bride and her daddy
Hip hop addict
Hip hop addict
Man I swear I'm on top like the attic
Yeah, bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy
And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry
Flyer than blue birds, cardinals, and canaries
Fuck me I'm all about oui like Paris
Hilton presidential suite already
I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a lion like her daddy
I am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday
I swear I'm a savage like Lil' Web and Randy
Oscar De La Hoya
Box ya like a casket
Or Diego Coralles
****, keep jabbing
See, my style it varies
Like drugs in a alley
My leather so soft
My paint prettier than Halle
Wittier than comedy
****, write a parody
But I ain't telling jokes, apparently
A parent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye
You hurt her, you kill me and, ****, I ain't 'bout to die
See ya'll are at ground, and my daughter is my sky
I swear I look in her face and I just wanna break out and fly
Four tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry
I'm richer than all ya'll
I got a bank full of pride
Ow!
Started out hustling
Ended up balling
****, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend
Ended with her homies
Started out hustling
Ended up balling
Started out hustling
Ended up balling
Started out hustling
Ended up balling
****, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
My paint Bubblicious
Your motor so vicious
The rims the same color as the wrapper of a Kisses
Hershey's, I'm hyping, something like a piston
And when I'm in Detroit, I be balling like a Piston
Oh, and did I mention
I'm fly like a pigeon?
Higher than gas prices
You Las Vegas tricking
I'm nine under par in a Bentley golf cart
The Polo be cream but the Prada's caviar
Yeah, Weezy I'm sick from all this touring
You told me sip this then call me in the morning
Yeah, and I vowed to never trust another woman
In my life, then I got horny
Started out hustling
Ended up balling
****, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend
Ended with her homies
Started out hustling
Ended up balling
Started out hustling
Ended up balling
Started out hustling
Ended up balling
****, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
See I ain't going nowhere bitch, you know a **** been home, honey
Money fucking retarded, call it 'Down syndrome money'
My cake sick, shit, been diagnosed 'sickle cell bread'
My revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed
Like a mattress from Sing Sing or way down in Comstock
These bitches call me Bling King
I shit when the bomb drop
And sprinkle diamonds all over ****, flawless and D-class
Then twinkle like a shine
Just like a sparkle from clean glass
They moving on a **** as I'm walking the valley ready
And zooming with the cameras like I'm dicking down Halle Berry
My money help me do things that you **** can't believe
Like purchase persons, places all them things that you can't conceive
Like interacting with women the caliber of Janet
I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet
Whoa!
I hope you **** know just what it is
While I'm counting my paper
**** know I'm handling my biz
Okay
Started out hustling
Ended up balling
****, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend
Ended with her homies
Started out hustling
Ended up balling
Started out hustling
Ended up balling
Started out hustling
Ended up balling
****, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

Writer(s): D. Carter, L. Crump, B. Mitchell & T. Smith.

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