Shawn Harris - Somewhere in LA (feat. TYuS) Lyrics

[Intro]YeahI be somewhere in L.A. (Los Angeles)YeahWoo! Woo! Woo! Woo![Verse 1: Shawn Harris]I pick up that table that went over for 5kIn the V.I.P., I'm trying to find RihannaHeard she got a thing for them dope boysAnd I'm known for movin' that ColumbianaBut I'm off thatGettin' legal money, and it's off rapThem mob ties, I forever have 'emLet them niggas talk, I get 'em all whackedIn that all black, that's a 7 SeriesBig body on the chrome midgetsAnd my dog Steve, he just fuckin' duck 'emYeah I'm takin' down all the phone digitsCause I get to know 'em and I can't helpI make these hoes fall in love with meI let your hoe do these drugs with meGot Jack boys and the thugs with meCause they my brothers and they stuck with meThrough the hard times, now we all richI made twenty bands in as many daysTo make it off the bock it ain't too many waysWe was shootin' J's over [?]And Lord knows I ain't a ball playerStill I'm in the section with the ball playersAnd the pretty bitches, got 'em all sayin'I'm that niggaFine ass young trap niggaSeen the shit I do is for the bitchesBut I still straight out-rap niggas when I feel like itI ain't signed yet, but it feel like itWhen I'm in the vert and the top downWith a freak bitch gettin' top downHad to tell little mamma pull the top downCause I'm back to businessSee them devil juice like: "dear Lord let me ask forgiveness" (oh Lord)Cause I'm killin' niggas with successTryin' to make a mil and reinvestThirty for sure and nothin' lessI've been workin' nigga, I deserve itSpillin' Ace of Spades on purpose[Chorus: TYuS]I see too many bad bitches in my sectionMy bitch ride for me, die for me, ain't no questionShe'll do what I want, when I want and how I want itSo if I see a bitch I tell my bitch to get up on itI don't know, I don't know what's going on right nowBut I know that she goin' choose if you let her go right nowCause she heard, she heardThat I was next up, 'bout to run the check upI done glo'd upNow they know what's upI be somewhere in L.APuffin' on that OG, stayin' low keyAbout four bitches deepAnd they all freeze, do it[Verse 2: TYus]I got these bitches on the Molly and the PercsI got these bitches on the Xannies and the 'yeI got these bitches on the Memphis city bluesI got them bitches on the Dade County digits (305)I got them bitches eatin' out each other pussyI jumped up out the streets and said it ain't no second lookin'Remember in the penthouse, in the kitchen had it cookin'I told my big bro Hefe: "Man I don't like how it's lookin'"I came out to Miami, I was only seventeenAnd fuckin' with them Haitians, witness shit I never seenSo shout out to them 'Zos and them Migos, them my niggasAnd shout out to Lil' Rocket and Lil' Beezy, them my hittersThe finest I done live in Versace, put Margielas on the tableAnd that Ace up to the ceilingThank the Lord that I'm still ablePlus we poppin' and the bitches all fuckin' with usWe leave the club and the bitches all comin' with usOh oh oh