SIMBA - california girl 2 Lyrics

My bitch tryna go to college, she tryna go LA
My bitch got no place, man, she got nowhere else to stay
All my f*cking weed, bitch, I got up in LA
All them rich niggas, they said catch up, I said okay
If you see me pulling up to your side, stay out the way
I got bitches that want come in this ride, I said no way
Remember back then, when they said I ain't fine, now they in my way
Bitch, now I got motion, what's up? Diamonds on me, now they choking
For real, play with my money, bitch, I come to kill
Zooted of the drug, man, I cannot feel, vision so f*cked, man, this shit ain't real
Put on 35, cause I hate O'neil
Open up the wock, open up the seal
I be off the woods, you be off the pills
Damn she broke your heart, tell me how you feel
Another bitch again, Simba can you chill?
Bitch, I'm outside, not at Dr. Phil
Damn it's been a year, can I get a mill? Not superstar, you ain't got no skill
You ain't got no bodies, you ain't do no drill
Someone grab the juice, damn it's boutta spill
Hold on, baby, Slimey boutta come and spill
Tossin and turnin up in her bed, this bitch been up all night
She said she confused, don't know what she wanna do with her life
I ain't tryna be rude, tryna let you know that I'd pay the price
And tell me what to do, I'll swear you could do anything that you like
Lil' bitch, we could do everything that you want, you just gotta slide
California, that's where I found this girl, she's down to ride
In this big body, I'm hugging the curve, we ain't gon' die
Just let me know what's on your mind
My, my, my bitch tryna go to college, she tryna go to LA
My bitch got no place, man she got nowhere else to stay
All my f*cking weed, bitch, I got up in LA
All the rich niggas, they said, catch up, I said, okay
My bitch, she tryna go to college, she tryna go to LA
My bitch, she tryna go to college, she tryna go to LA