K-POP Lyrics Song

Action BronsonLa Luna

Yo, yo, I need a car I have to go to the garden I'm gonna be late I need one right now Can we please call La Luna
Alright
Phone ringing Hello You've reached La Luna Luxury Car Unlimited Services If you need a ride to the airport call 1 800 airport Please hold
Yo, what beat is that, huh Oh, that is funky, what is that Yo, what beat is that
It's from the phone
Could rhyme on this Oh, hell yeah, haha, yeah

Came out the pussy wearing Timbs
Oh, my lord, it's him
Time to put the toys back in the bin
'Cause I'm sick of this shit
Motherfucker sweeter than a licorice stick
And it's rubbing me the wrong way to say the least
I'ma save my peace
And I'ma breeze in the caprice with the gold seats
Bumpin' Boosie on a slow creep
On Collins Ave looking stoned, man, you know me
Asian shooter with the blonde hair
Street Fighter character
Fuck around and suplex 'em through the salad bar
My life is greenlit, no script
And we all know that money be the motive for this whole shit
Bitch, I'm focused like none other than number one Don Dada
Drop top, jokes on the youngster, now look at him
Looking slim in the red '89 Testarossa with the wing
Mind blown

A customer representative will be with you shortly Did you know we can get to you in just seven minutes Seven minutes Call 1 800 80

Your shit lack quality
I'm sittin' right behind my chick makin' pottery
My first joint was like an odyssey
The second joint straight raw like the shaman's feet
Climbed the stairs to the sun
Sacrificed myself for protection of my only son
Keep the bloodline strong while I watch close
To another thousand years, here's a toast clink
Champagne drippin' down the beard hair
Supermodel sucking while I steer the long pink Fleetwood
Roll a big fat blunt so you know I'm gonna sleep good
Now

Uh
Rock a bye baby, yeah
Rock a bye baby, uh huh
Yo, yo, I need a car I have to go to the garden I'm gonna be late I need one right now Can we please call La Luna
Alright
Phone ringing Hello You've reached La Luna Luxury Car Unlimited Services If you need a ride to the airport call 1 800 airport Please hold
Yo, what beat is that, huh Oh, that is funky, what is that Yo, what beat is that
It's from the phone
Could rhyme on this Oh, hell yeah, haha, yeah

Came out the pussy wearing Timbs
Oh, my lord, it's him
Time to put the toys back in the bin
'Cause I'm sick of this shit
Motherfucker sweeter than a licorice stick
And it's rubbing me the wrong way to say the least
I'ma save my peace
And I'ma breeze in the caprice with the gold seats
Bumpin' Boosie on a slow creep
On Collins Ave looking stoned, man, you know me
Asian shooter with the blonde hair
Street Fighter character
Fuck around and suplex 'em through the salad bar
My life is greenlit, no script
And we all know that money be the motive for this whole shit
Bitch, I'm focused like none other than number one Don Dada
Drop top, jokes on the youngster, now look at him
Looking slim in the red '89 Testarossa with the wing
Mind blown

A customer representative will be with you shortly Did you know we can get to you in just seven minutes Seven minutes Call 1 800 80

Your shit lack quality
I'm sittin' right behind my chick makin' pottery
My first joint was like an odyssey
The second joint straight raw like the shaman's feet
Climbed the stairs to the sun
Sacrificed myself for protection of my only son
Keep the bloodline strong while I watch close
To another thousand years, here's a toast clink
Champagne drippin' down the beard hair
Supermodel sucking while I steer the long pink Fleetwood
Roll a big fat blunt so you know I'm gonna sleep good
Now

Uh
Rock a bye baby, yeah
Rock a bye baby, uh huh

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