Laila - サーティーン

Yuh, yuh, yuh

Yuh, yuh, yuh

Been running wild oh

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Oh wow ~

She loves my style oh, from my shoulders to my toes

Been running wild oh, revolvers on the bros

But you keep me chill like my ice, Laila

Tell me what you see in my eyes, Laila

I never thought I’d like anything but money

Or that anyone else but the hood loved me

I put designer on her feet, 'cus I got some bands on me

I thought she came from Puerto Rico, but she’s Moroccan;

she’s Arabic

Salam oh habib

You kinda make me think of momma, momma

Oh na na na na, na na na na

Na na na na ~

She loves my style oh, from my shoulders to my toes

Been running wild oh, revolvers on the bros

But you keep me chill like my ice, Laila

Tell me what you see in my eyes, Laila

I never thought I’d like anything but money

Or that anyone else but the hood loved me

Oh Laila, she’s a rider

I’m a shooter, I’m not a fighter

I’m a writer, I make poetry

Haters all on my D

Oh my days, she got a pokerface

I’m a criminal, Imma close the case

She’s a thief too, she stole my heart

I’m drippin' in designer on the boulevard

Use the car like a UFO

I’m coolin' with my baby, you’re just doing the most

What I’m doing for my baby is what I’m doing for the bros

Kill some haters, shooting the poles

Squeeze the ruger 'til it blows

Gra da da da ~

Squeeze the ruger 'til it blows ~

Gra da da da, na na na na ~

She loves my style oh, from my shoulders to my toes

Been running wild oh, revolvers on the bros

But you keep me chill like my ice, Laila

Tell me what you see in my eyes, Laila

I never thought I’d like anything but money

Or that anyone else but the hood loved me

She loves my style oh, from my shoulders to my toes

Been running wild oh, revolvers on the bros

But you keep me chill like my ice, Laila

Tell me what you see in my eyes, Laila

I never thought I’d like anything but money

Or that anyone else but the hood loved me