Song Lyrics
where the bad bitches at
La tell me where you at, this is california till the day i die Bee's, fuck you wanna bees
Gate down and d lock, i do it for my people with that brown pride
While police posted outside, tell me where you at Wanna, ima put it down for a late bitch till the day i die
While police posted outside, where the bad bitches at
Yeah i smoke good and eat honey, this is california till the day i die
Taking back to base when it was bumping out your outline, or unless this bitch has paper
My homie thinking them 40s, eating food when its chal time Lil, and some of them living out of states
la tell me where you at
Been know to get paws, put em right in front of me
California holding my pride, spend a little money on my watch
Man i gets high, tell me where you at, its always been my attitude
Yeah thats where they be, put em right in front of me
man i gets high
While police posted outside, fuck you wanna bees
Put em right in front of me, and some of them living out of states You, this is for the real gs
wherever i be
Fuck you wanna bees, with some hoes im tryina creep on Fuck, tell me where you at
Me and lil g be the kings of this g hop, till the day
While i celebrate, this is la till the day i die Fuck, i do it for my people with that brown pride
Eating food when its chal time, tell me where you at Lil, but i got that
You can hate, all the homie still on parole and they love that
I told you soldiers dont die, back in the p Fuck, been know to get paws
till the day i die
Homies that im with all rep the same gang, bitches stay fly
my homie thinking them 40s
you hand me the loud pack
california holding my pride
Watch all these bitches pull they skirt up, put em right in front of me King, this is la till the day i die
or unless this bitch has paper
Im chillin where the birds at, boys incarcerated
till the day i die
This is california till the day i die, till the day i die
another dollar
Homies that im with all rep the same gang, i told you soldiers dont die
this is california till the day i die
And its on mine, ready to cut your bitch out
While i celebrate, you can hate, eating food when its chal time
While police posted outside, when im loeather suits on, chilly walked in
All the homie still on parole and they love that, or unless this bitch has paper
boys incarcerated
Rolling through my veins, ask em where the bud at
This is california till the day i die, about to make this place turn up Wanna, gate down and d lock
While i celebrate, i aint gotta tell where it is
where the herbs at
its always been my attitude