Shawn Harris - Somewhere In LA lyrics

(Intro) Yeah I be somewhere in L.A. (Los Angeles) Yeah Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! (Verse 1) I pick up that table that went over for 5k In the V.I.P., I’m trying to find Rihanna Heard she got a thing for them dope boys And I’m known for movin’ that Columbiana But I’m off that Gettin’ legal money, and it’s all rap Them mob ties, I forever have ’em Let them n***as talk, I get ’em all whacked In that all black, that’s a 7 Series Big body on the chrome midgets And my dog Steve, he just f**in’ duck ’em Yeah I’m takin’ down all the phone digits Cause I get to know ’em and I can’t help I make these hoes fall in love with me I let your hoe do these d** with me Got Jack boys and the thugs with me Cause them my brothers and they stuck with me Through the hard times, now y’all rich I made twenty bands in as many days To make it off the bock it ain’t too many ways We was shootin’ J’s over (?) And Lord knows I ain’t a ball player Still I’m in the section with the ball players And the pretty b**hes, got ’em all sayin’ I’m that n***a Fine a** young trap n***a Seen the sh** I do is for the b**hes But I still straight out-rap n***as when I feel like it I ain’t signed yet, but it feel like it When I’m in the vert and the top down With a freak b**h gettin’ top down Had to tell little mamma pull the top down Cause I’m back to business See them devil juice like: “dear Lord let me ask forgiveness” (oh Lord) Cause I’m k**in’ n***as with success Tryin’ to make a mil and reinvest Thirty for sure and nothin’ less I’ve been workin’ n***a, I deserve it Spillin’ Ace of Spades on purpose (Chorus) I see too many bad b**hes in my section My b**h ride for me, die for me, ain’t no question She’ll do what I want, when I want and how I want it So if I see a b**h I tell my b**h to get up on it I don’t know, I don’t know what’s going on right now But I know that she goin’ choose if you let her go right now Cause she heard, she heard That I was next up, ’bout to run the check up I didn’t (?) Now they know what’s up I be somewhere in L.A Puffin’ on that OG, stayin’ low key About four b**hes deep And they all freeze, do it (Verse 2) I got these b**hes on the Molly and the Percs I got these b**hes on the Xannies and the ‘ye I got these b**hes on the Memphis city blues I got them b**hes on the Dade County digits (305) I got them b**hes eatin’ out each other p**y I jumped up out the streets and said it ain’t no second lookin’ Remember in the penthouse, in the kitchen had it cookin’ I told my big bro Hefe: “Man I don’t like how it’s lookin'” I came out to Miami, I was only seventeen And f**in’ with them Haitians, witness sh** I never seen So shout out to them ‘Zos and them Migos, them my n***as And shout out to Lil’ Rocket and Lil’ Beezy, them my hitters The finest I done live in Versace, put Margielas on the table And that Ace up to the ceiling Thank the Lord that I’m still able Plus we poppin’ and the b**hes all f**in’ with us We leave the club and the b**hes all comin’ with us Oh oh oh