La La La Lyrics - Singles - Lil Fizz

Fizz- Yea.yea whooo. Such a beautiful thang 

Come in my crib u sweet and sexy succulent thang (lol) 

Sit on my couch ma, uh, kick ya feet up 

Roll dat weed up... 

I don't smoke but u blaze if u want 2 

U have now entered a Fizzle party 

Dis is for my hood chicks, model chicks, stripper girls holla 4 me 

Lift up ya ronzay, stronjay Mami show me 

(Strange' - From Movie Boomer-Rang) 

Natural braids, weaves, and blonde streaks 

U all look good so tell me who wanna freak? 

I'm hot me wanna leak on da streets like 50 

Down low whateva, dub girl whateva 

Tell a friend, tell her friend, to tell friend.... 

I'm here with Chrissy 

You should bring some Pull-ups 'cause u might get pissy 

Smooch smooch, Kiss kissy, touchy touch 

Fizz with a flock of freaks 

I'm so lucky 

Absolutely she's afro-centric 

Her friends a bugaboo 

And d**n she's relentless 

Staggering titti poppin out her blouse 

Loud shoutin through my house 

Hurlin all over my couch 

Take her upstairs 

Lay her in my guest room 

Come show me Luv ma 

Let the party resume 

(yea, yea we here) 

Boog n Fizz (Chorus) 

Uh, To all my thug misses 

My bust slug misses 

Yo, my hold a dub misses 

Uh, my push drug misses 

To all my thug misses 

My bust slug misses 

Yo, my hold a dub misses 

Uh, yo my push drug misses 

yea, yea, yea, yea...uh uh uh 

I'm da science behind mackin it's evident 

I'm selling records besides rappin, it's evident 

I'm workin chickens to da hottest caliber women 

I see you eye screwin 

U hate seeing me grinning 

And its a pain in da ass to walk through the mall 

In footlocker, tryin to buy a shoes 

Chicks shocked and appalled 

Living my life like a Jackson or an Osborne 

The way they interact with me is like watchin soft porn 

I'm throwin lingerie parties in my condo now 

And these broads hold a bottle now 

I invite more than models now 

I bring da projects 2 

My edge mar (or Ang Mar as in Angie M.) chicks hold me down, Jea! 

Im the perfect example of Robin Hood 

Sold a million 

But I'm not a product of Hollywood 

Six packs uh, Stretch marks yea 

U still a queen me 

U on my team ma 

Chorus 2X 

If I hate on u, I give u some fame 

If I remain silent, you smother in shame 

Why should I bring beef, To a vegetable 

U just another tax write off 

Next 2 go 

Ya label got u gased up like Texaco 

I got fans from Asia to Mexico 

Uh, Women makin a hundred thou (thousand) a year 

Wit game so sincere, spittin in my young ear 

Tellin my this, tellin me that 

But they really wanna know if our incomes match 

That's how it is homie 

They cant do nuttin fo me 

U luv me long time 

U do da best to show me 

'cause everyday is an audition 

U on a mission wishin 

We go beyond cheek 2 cheek kissin 

But imagination stimulates the mind 

We see who your are with time 

Slow ya roll gurlhhhh