La La is the 2nd single released from Smokey's Project "Live From Ya Mom's Crib" On this track Smokey takes the audience high in the skies with her seasoned flow and mellow demeanor over the summer-tinged hazy backdrop courtesy of Loud Noises Dynasty.
Lyrics By Smokey Smothers
Beat By Div3rs3, Mr. GreatWorks, Rico & Smokey Smothers
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Creeping through these streets
Like creepin in your girl sheets
I’m a giant to these peas
you ain’t even ain’t my feet
Smoking Badu by the window
With a bottle, henn and hypno
Haters bitter like pickles
Pockets on a hippo
Keep the crystals like a pistol
That’s for friend or foe
If your vibration is high, you better fucking know
Oh my, goodness
Can I get a witness
Shorty raised on rice and cabbage
She heard I’m about my spinach
All my pleasure come from business
It’s a dollar then I’m with it
Can’t even knock how I’m living
Can’t talk if it involve limits
My reach is past the ceiling, the moon the stars
I’m infinite
It’s definite that I’m a fucking god
Too cool for your mirage
Im hip to your facade
Lipstick from ya broad
All over my draws
Digression is a weapon
Bet I leave your mind blown
Ain’t a thing to a Queen, microphone
Be my throne
A goddess with the pen
I can not commit to trends
I want money that extends
Milk and honey for my friends
Not the ones who showed that I’m expendable to them
But the ones who rode hard with me in the gym
I am high above the rim
Blow extendo with my migo
We all working for the dream like some ordinary people
But far from ordinary all this energy is regal
Holier than any of them churches with the steeple
Squad full of Gods give a fuck about a Judas
Y’all move a lil odd it’s ok I’m seeing through it
Say you down for real you a fraud til you prove it
You know how the saying go you are who you fool with
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