La La 创作者：
Lil Wayne

N/A

调：A minor

Verse 1
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Uh!
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Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
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A A 
 
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Sitting in a Caddy, Wright like Betty
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Bbm Bbm 
 
B B 
 
Float ing up the aisle like
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the bride and her daddy
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A A 
 
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B B 
 
Hip Hop   ad dict, Hip Hop ad    dict
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Man   I swear I'm on top
like the attic
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Yeah bitch, I be with my dog   like Shaggy
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Bbm Bbm 
 
E E 
 
Am Am 
 
And   we stay  clean but
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Bm Bm 
 
Am Am 
 
get dirty like Harry
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Bbm Bbm 
 
Flyer than bluebirds,
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cardinals and canaries
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Fuck  me, I'm all about
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"Oui" like  Paris
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Bbm Bbm 
 
B B 
 
Hilton Presidential Suite already
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I'm richer than Nicole and I'm
a Lion like her Daddy
A A 
 
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I'm am    hotter than the
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Sunday after Saturday
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I swear I'm a savage like
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Lil Webbie and Randy
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Oscar De La Hoya,
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box you like a casket
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Or Diego Coralles, nigga
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B B 
 
keep  jabbin'
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See my style it varies,
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like  drugs in an alley
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F# F# 
 
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My    leather so soft my    paint
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A A 
 
prettier than Halle
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Wittier than  comedy,
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B B 
 
nigga write a parody
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B B 
 
A A 
 
But   I ain't tellin' jokes...
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apparently
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Apparent, yeah my daughter be
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the twinkle of my eye
You hurt her,
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you kill me    and nigga I     ain't bout to die
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See y'all are at ground,
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and my daughter is my sky
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I swear I look in her face and I just want to
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break out and fly
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Four tears in my face and you
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ain't never heard me cry
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I'm richer than all y'all,
I got a bank full of pride
Oww!

Verse 2
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Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
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E E 
 
Nigga I'm the shit,
Am Am 
 
B B 
 
C#m C#m 
 
get the fuck up out my toilet
A A 
 
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Started with my girlfriend,
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ended with her homies
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A A 
 
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Started out hustlin',
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ended up ballin'
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Started out hustlin',
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A A 
 
ended up ballin'
E E 
 
Started out hustlin',
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E E 
 
ended up ballin'
Am Am 
 
Bbm Bbm 
 
Nigga I'm the shit,
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B B 
 
Bbm Bbm 
 
Bb Bb 
 
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get the   fuck up out my toilet
Bb Bb 
 
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My  paint bubbleish, the motor

Verse 3
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so vicious
The rims the same color as
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the wrapper of a kiss
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Bbm Bbm 
 
First some  hyphee, thump
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B B 
 
Bm Bm 
 
it like a piston
B B 
 
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And when I'm in Detroit I
be ballin' like a Piston
Boy did I mention I'm fly like a pigeon
Higher than gas prices,
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you Las Vegas trickin'
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B B 
 
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B B 
 
Bm Bm 
 
I'm 9 under par   in the Bentley golf cart
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Bbm Bbm 
 
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The Polo be    cream but   the bottle's
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Caviar (yeah!)
Weezy I'm sick from all this tourin'
E E 
 
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You told me (sip this) then call
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B B 
 
E E 
 
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me in the morning (yeah)
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B B 
 
Bm Bm 
 
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And I vow I never trust another one
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(another woman)
In my life, and then I got horny
(ah hah)

Verse 4
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Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
A A 
 
C#m C#m 
 
Nigga I'm the shit,
Am Am 
 
B B 
 
C#m C#m 
 
get the fuck up out my toilet
A A 
 
C#m C#m 
 
Started with my girlfriend,
B B 
 
ended with her homies
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A A 
 
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E E 
 
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
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Bbm Bbm 
 
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Star  ted   out   hustlin',
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A A 
 
ended up ballin'
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E E 
 
Started out hustlin',
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
ended up ballin'
A A 
 
Bbm Bbm 
 
Nigga I'm the shit,
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Bbm Bbm 
 
get the fuck up out my toilet

Verse 5
F# F# 
 
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See I ain't goin' no where bitch
You know a nigga been home
honey
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B B 
 
Money fucking retarded,
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call it down syn   drome money
My cake sick shit,
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E E 
 
been diagnosed sickle cell brain
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The revenue stream
got a disease like a jail bed
Like a mattress from Sing- Sing or
way down to Comstock
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Em Em 
 
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These bitches call me bling king I shit
A A 
 
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when the bomb drop
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And sprinkle diamonds all over
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niggas flaw  less in D- Class
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Then twinkle like  a shine,
just like a sparkle from clean glass
They movin' on a nigga as I walk through the valley,
ready?
Em Em 
 
B B 
 
And zoom in  with the cameras like I'm
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thickin' down Halle Berry
My money help me do things that you
nigga's can't believe
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B B 
 
Like purchase persons, places all
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them things that you can't conceive
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A A 
 
Am Am 
 
Like  interactin' with women
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the caliber of Janet
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I sit and master my vision
and massacre the planet
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I hope you nigga's
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know just what it is
While I'm countin' my paper nigga's
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know I'm handlin' my biz

Verse 6
C#m C#m 
 
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit,
get the fuck up out my toilet
A A 
 
Started with my girlfriend,
B B 
 
ended with her homies
A A 
 
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Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
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Started out   hustlin',
E E 
 
ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit,
get the fuck up out my toilet