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VILLA Video (MV)




Performed By: lottydarko
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Jolaade Adeleye




lottydarko - VILLA Lyrics
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Nine times out of ten I'm just living my life
Nine times out of ten I'm just living my life
Yeah
Welcome to the streets where we gotta eat
Oh, what you wanna eat, come and take a seat
Put it on repeat, you can follow me, oh oh oh oh
I could take you on a trip around the galaxy
Tell me what you wanna do and what you wanna see
You know we got some kids around, I gotta keep it PG
I've been going home, a lot of people tryna see me
A lot of people in this life, man, they just want it easy
A lot of people in this life, and they just want it easy
I rode in in a spaceship, we stopping at IHOP
First time on Earth, could someone tell me the Wi-Fi?
You did so much work, but is you really gonna pop out
Or is you gon' slow down?
I know you'd be so down, but we could be sold out
I'm feeling like this really just my Destiny, Soul Child
They barely getting anywhere, they doing it so loud
Arena tour, I'm telling you, it's finna be sold out
I'm feinding just to get up on the track, let my soul out
I'm feinding just to get the private jet, fly the bros out
I'm feinding just to get my girl a Tessie, her toes out
They ain't know how I was getting money, tell them we know now
Now I'm taking the clothes out, we're closing the road now
I'm up in your hometown
I'm up in your old town
We're up in the row house
We called it a roadhouse
They're asking me questions, don't know what they talking 'bout
But I heard a lot about the things I would see
Inside of my dreams, I was blurting out
It must have been criminal
Tell me, is it hitting now? I just seen a hit and run
I be in the here and now, I be sweating up a storm
I just need a paper towel
Tell me, did you love me then?
Tell me, do you hate me now?
Pull up to the bank
And I just go get the money out
You need to make 'em understand, 'cause you got something to run about
You see that the sun is out
You see that the money out
She thought it was Mardi Gras
They havin' a money drought
I bet I could dumb it down, when I was raised I was well-rounded
I still ain't no dummy now
I know that they all doubted you and I'm so proud
But we gotta show now
And now we in the wild wild west to El Dorado
Youngins is feelin' macho
Let me continue up by the villa
My Villa Motto. You be my villa model
I give you many bottles, you wanna do the salsa
I give you many dollars
I give you many conversations and many comments
I give you many cars and I give you many commas
Commas taking the world far
We buyin' it all new, we ain't taking a U-Haul
I went up the staircase and I seen a blue ball
And right in my bare face, it told me the future
Is this an illusion or is it the truth, sir?
I'm losing my mind now, I had me a good run
Didn't answer my questions, he told me to look up
I'm out of my body, he gave me the hook up
Said you're dead, you made it to heaven
I guess it's the good part
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Nine times out of ten I'm just living my life
Nine times out of ten I'm just living my life
Yeah
Welcome to the streets where we gotta eat
Oh, what you wanna eat, come and take a seat
Put it on repeat, you can follow me, oh oh oh oh
I could take you on a trip around the galaxy
Tell me what you wanna do and what you wanna see
You know we got some kids around, I gotta keep it PG
I've been going home, a lot of people tryna see me
A lot of people in this life, man, they just want it easy
A lot of people in this life, and they just want it easy
I rode in in a spaceship, we stopping at IHOP
First time on Earth, could someone tell me the Wi-Fi?
You did so much work, but is you really gonna pop out
Or is you gon' slow down?
I know you'd be so down, but we could be sold out
I'm feeling like this really just my Destiny, Soul Child
They barely getting anywhere, they doing it so loud
Arena tour, I'm telling you, it's finna be sold out
I'm feinding just to get up on the track, let my soul out
I'm feinding just to get the private jet, fly the bros out
I'm feinding just to get my girl a Tessie, her toes out
They ain't know how I was getting money, tell them we know now
Now I'm taking the clothes out, we're closing the road now
I'm up in your hometown
I'm up in your old town
We're up in the row house
We called it a roadhouse
They're asking me questions, don't know what they talking 'bout
But I heard a lot about the things I would see
Inside of my dreams, I was blurting out
It must have been criminal
Tell me, is it hitting now? I just seen a hit and run
I be in the here and now, I be sweating up a storm
I just need a paper towel
Tell me, did you love me then?
Tell me, do you hate me now?
Pull up to the bank
And I just go get the money out
You need to make 'em understand, 'cause you got something to run about
You see that the sun is out
You see that the money out
She thought it was Mardi Gras
They havin' a money drought
I bet I could dumb it down, when I was raised I was well-rounded
I still ain't no dummy now
I know that they all doubted you and I'm so proud
But we gotta show now
And now we in the wild wild west to El Dorado
Youngins is feelin' macho
Let me continue up by the villa
My Villa Motto. You be my villa model
I give you many bottles, you wanna do the salsa
I give you many dollars
I give you many conversations and many comments
I give you many cars and I give you many commas
Commas taking the world far
We buyin' it all new, we ain't taking a U-Haul
I went up the staircase and I seen a blue ball
And right in my bare face, it told me the future
Is this an illusion or is it the truth, sir?
I'm losing my mind now, I had me a good run
Didn't answer my questions, he told me to look up
I'm out of my body, he gave me the hook up
Said you're dead, you made it to heaven
I guess it's the good part
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Writer: Jolaade Adeleye
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music

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