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City of Angeles Video (MV)




Performed By: Saint Frm LA
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Jordan Palmer




Saint Frm LA - City of Angeles Lyrics




Batter up plenty swingers in the limelight
Bring a background check if you can't decide, I
Hit the boulevard in Hollywood to get my mind right
Seen so much crazy you would think it was a bar fight
Alright, homies say what you on tonight
Place where the ladies skirts shorter than the stoplight
When you on your way to work, and see the metro pass
The driver don't wait, you flick 'em off and watch him laugh

Ahh
LA
That's just LA
Place I love to say I hate on the daily
Fakes , above ya, and behind ya and that way
You'll get used to it in the city
That's just LA

I hit this girl up
Know she knows somebody that I know because the world sucks
Was lurking on her Instagram page didn't find much
All that I can gage is that her daddy doesn't try much
Ask her where she stay she lives on Obama, which used to be Rodeo, told her we could hit Rodeo
You ride me like a Rodeo
I knock women like dominoes
Now she knocking unannounced, asking if my momma home
Ain't replied since last week, and outside we don't speak
My homies smoking in the front seat I'm chillin the back
Baiting on money used to be waiting on licks to attack
I got a job and stop finessing but the way this music pressing
I might run up on Fax, snatch all the Supreme bags
Sell 'em back for a rack
Remember partying on highland that shit was a trip
Was in the room with Tayler heard the sirens then I had to dip
It was my niggas wildin', we split up, got out the mix, then hid all of the evidence
Relevance only based on your pay grade
Valley kids got relatives that keep their bank straight
I hit Calabasas and feel like a broke nigga
They think I'll rob their assets I can't even joke with em

Ahh
LA
That's just LA
Place I love to say I hate on the daily
Fakes , above ya and behind ya and that way
You'll get used to it in the city
That's just LA

That's just LA
That's just LA
That's just LA
The City of Angels
Better take a pic all angles

Trapped in the belly of the beast hope that nigga don't eat much
Hope that he spits like a week bitch, school til 6 used to wait in line for free lunch, and save what I packed for the late bus
Roman and Jonathan used to ask me for my food, I used to tell them know and watch them double up with attitude
Now both of them my dudes 'til the death of me, when I set the table they get spoon and fork especially
Hoping that I'm able to bring full support my pedigree, my heart too big it burdens me I've gotta have assurity, that nobody will switch
Hard in the city that will snatch your confidence, and nobody gon' love you if you lack accomplishments in

LA
That's just LA
Place I love to say I hate on the daily
Fakes , above ya and behind ya and that way
You'll get used to it in the city
Cause that's just LA

That's just LA
That's just LA
That's just LA
The City of Angels
Better take a pic all angles
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English

Batter up plenty swingers in the limelight
Bring a background check if you can't decide, I
Hit the boulevard in Hollywood to get my mind right
Seen so much crazy you would think it was a bar fight
Alright, homies say what you on tonight
Place where the ladies skirts shorter than the stoplight
When you on your way to work, and see the metro pass
The driver don't wait, you flick 'em off and watch him laugh

Ahh
LA
That's just LA
Place I love to say I hate on the daily
Fakes , above ya, and behind ya and that way
You'll get used to it in the city
That's just LA

I hit this girl up
Know she knows somebody that I know because the world sucks
Was lurking on her Instagram page didn't find much
All that I can gage is that her daddy doesn't try much
Ask her where she stay she lives on Obama, which used to be Rodeo, told her we could hit Rodeo
You ride me like a Rodeo
I knock women like dominoes
Now she knocking unannounced, asking if my momma home
Ain't replied since last week, and outside we don't speak
My homies smoking in the front seat I'm chillin the back
Baiting on money used to be waiting on licks to attack
I got a job and stop finessing but the way this music pressing
I might run up on Fax, snatch all the Supreme bags
Sell 'em back for a rack
Remember partying on highland that shit was a trip
Was in the room with Tayler heard the sirens then I had to dip
It was my niggas wildin', we split up, got out the mix, then hid all of the evidence
Relevance only based on your pay grade
Valley kids got relatives that keep their bank straight
I hit Calabasas and feel like a broke nigga
They think I'll rob their assets I can't even joke with em

Ahh
LA
That's just LA
Place I love to say I hate on the daily
Fakes , above ya and behind ya and that way
You'll get used to it in the city
That's just LA

That's just LA
That's just LA
That's just LA
The City of Angels
Better take a pic all angles

Trapped in the belly of the beast hope that nigga don't eat much
Hope that he spits like a week bitch, school til 6 used to wait in line for free lunch, and save what I packed for the late bus
Roman and Jonathan used to ask me for my food, I used to tell them know and watch them double up with attitude
Now both of them my dudes 'til the death of me, when I set the table they get spoon and fork especially
Hoping that I'm able to bring full support my pedigree, my heart too big it burdens me I've gotta have assurity, that nobody will switch
Hard in the city that will snatch your confidence, and nobody gon' love you if you lack accomplishments in

LA
That's just LA
Place I love to say I hate on the daily
Fakes , above ya and behind ya and that way
You'll get used to it in the city
Cause that's just LA

That's just LA
That's just LA
That's just LA
The City of Angels
Better take a pic all angles
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Writer: Jordan Palmer
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