Vince Staples - La Cienega lyrics

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Vince Staples - La Cienega lyrics

[Production by Mordecai beats] [Verse 1: RetcH] Up on these herbs, f** with these birds For my dead homies, pour some on the curb Head to the strip just to see whats the word Ran in the store for some dutches and nerds Last few nights, sh** was absurd Had s** with a white b**h in a jacuzzi She ain't even knew me, but she f**ed me like she knew me [?] I'm a wild boy, been 7:30 for a while boy Used to trap X to them white boys And the only thing I fear is them lights boy Cause I trap so hard that their tryna find me Ride around my dolo, I don't need a Bonnie Ranchers in my Sprite got me feeling jolly Only wore a mink cause them hoes on Molly Yeah they feeling me dog, booty so fat that it's k**ing me dog Get 'em to the crib and I get in them draws I been blowing on dope and she blowing my balls, like Yeah s** that, s** that like you love that f** that b**h for a half and hour then I'm rolling up that dub sack f** laying with a dip cause I'm finna hit the strip Tell a b**h I'ma hit her cellular And my taillight out, so I'm taking back routes n***a I ain't tryna see them Federals Just walk up in the store, oh yeah for sure Two for one swishers at the register Now I'm posted in front that 7/11 Smoking weed out on La Cienega [Hook] I'm riding low, I'm bumping Frankie Beverly Cruising through LA, I'm swerving through the streets of Beverley With my white broad and she rolling up that celery Just was in the hood so it ain't sh** that you telling me So every time you see me I be cheesing hard Smoking k**er weed right up out the f**ing jar I ain't sh** but these hoes think that I'm a star Catch a n***a on La Cienega Boulevard [Verse 2: Da$H] Phantom OG in my swisher sweet Finna write a opera on this beat I run into the b**h of your dreams And we f** in the same night we meet She kinda famous so we real discreet s** me 'til I fall asleep They say I'm chasing d**h just like it owe me money Sipping prometh' like my nose is runny But the codeine in it, so you know I'm numb b I threw the maggie on before I jump up in the 'tollah I'ma come clean I can't control it, lost the remote Lenses on focus from this potent Woke up and went in like the door was open, Newport smoking She strolling through my crib with my hoodie on Do my living by the minute next second it could be gone You looking at Tommy Buns in the flesh and blood The only thing that's on my mind is this money, s**, and d** Sitting at the top, you motherf**ers can't stand next to us Kick you off the top of Everest, H'z, hoe [Hook] I'm riding low, I'm bumping Frankie Beverly Cruising through LA, I'm swerving through the streets of Beverley With my white broad and she rolling up that celery Just was in the hood so it ain't sh** that you telling me So every time you see me I be cheesing hard Smoking k**er weed right up out the f**ing jar I ain't sh** but these hoes think that I'm a star Catch a n***a on La Cienega Boulevard [Verse 3: Vince Staples] n***a name your mission, I'm tryna make a million Pray to Muhammad this Molly move 'fore my momma get here Pedal to the metal swerving serving n***as rego' Tryna make my mission 'fore I'm murdered in the ghetto Northside LB, n***as can't tell me nothing I hope the scales be tipping in my favor When it's time to meet my maker, I know I made a lot of mistakes But for this paper I'll do whatever it takes, I'm starving n***a Hold up if it's 6 in the 7 It only take 1 shot to send a n***a to Heaven 3 to that n***as direction, know where I come from The question is where the f** am I headed See that snubnose home made, WorldStar homepage 9 times out of the 10 them n***as gon' bang Black .45 inside [?] the coldchain Bullets hit his whole frame, he screaming leave my brain alone [Hook] I'm riding low, I'm bumping Frankie Beverly Cruising through LA, I'm swerving through the streets of Beverley With my white broad and she rolling up that celery Just was in the hood so it ain't sh** that you telling me So every time you see me I be cheesing hard Smoking k**er weed right up out the f**ing jar I ain't sh** but these hoes think that I'm a star Catch a n***a on La Cienega Boulevard

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