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Take Me to LA Video (MV)




Performed By: John Vickers
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Paul Reeves, John Vickers




John Vickers - Take Me to LA Lyrics
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She said "take me to L.A."
Diamond in the face, I'm gon' chop-top on the wraith
Gold all on my denim, feel like Flavor Flav
Watch what comes out your mouth, you can get replaced
Keepin' it simple, this off the mental
Diamond my teeth, got my diamond my dental
Act out, quick, put a hole in your temple
Pop your lid like zit, no pimple
Cuttin' shit up, ain't no stencil
Pole with lead, ain't no pencil
DB9, not a rental
I'm all on her mental
He can hate on me
Diamonds look like water, got a lake on me
Fendi jeans, rock D&G, nothing fake on me
5 digits a week, what you make homie?
I'mma need them pesos, asap, like I'm Rocky
She's a fake hoe, so I bought her Masi
Countin' up deposits in that old school Rari
I can't feel my body, called my momma, told her sorry
Walked up in the mall, spent $3k, her ass out
Black AK, like Ca$h Out
If you run up on me, get ashed out
Hundred bands in my stash house
Can't subtract, just add now
Met her sister, no father figure, got the bitch callin' me dad now
Hoppin' out Benz, I'm leanin', ain't no kickstand
Thumbing through hundreds, countin' up cash, got them big bands
Off a thirty, my soda dirty, we ain't poppin' no fake Xans
Gucci lenses, no Ray-Bans
Real hoes, no spray tans
Keep it a buck
Run up on me
Try your luck
Throwin' bullets like Brady,
Make that boy duck
Matte black Mercedes
Tinted my truck
Automatic
Automatic
Seen it in Chanel, gotta have it
Off that perc, get geeked, turned into an addict
All these hundreds on me, we're livin' lavish
"Take me to L.A., she said 'take me to L.A."
Diamond in the face, I'm gon' chop-top on the wraith
Gold all on my denim, feel like Flavor Flav
Watch what comes out your mouth, you can get replaced
Keepin' it simple, this off the mental
Diamond my teeth, got my diamond my dental
Act out, quick, put a hole in your temple
Pop your lid like zit, no pimple
Cuttin' shit up, ain't no stencil
Pole with lead, ain't no pencil
DB9, not a rental
I'm all on her mental
He can hate on me
Diamonds look like water, got a lake on me
Fendi jeans, rock D&G, nothing fake on me
5 digits a week, what you make homie?
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She said "take me to L.A."
Diamond in the face, I'm gon' chop-top on the wraith
Gold all on my denim, feel like Flavor Flav
Watch what comes out your mouth, you can get replaced
Keepin' it simple, this off the mental
Diamond my teeth, got my diamond my dental
Act out, quick, put a hole in your temple
Pop your lid like zit, no pimple
Cuttin' shit up, ain't no stencil
Pole with lead, ain't no pencil
DB9, not a rental
I'm all on her mental
He can hate on me
Diamonds look like water, got a lake on me
Fendi jeans, rock D&G, nothing fake on me
5 digits a week, what you make homie?
I'mma need them pesos, asap, like I'm Rocky
She's a fake hoe, so I bought her Masi
Countin' up deposits in that old school Rari
I can't feel my body, called my momma, told her sorry
Walked up in the mall, spent $3k, her ass out
Black AK, like Ca$h Out
If you run up on me, get ashed out
Hundred bands in my stash house
Can't subtract, just add now
Met her sister, no father figure, got the bitch callin' me dad now
Hoppin' out Benz, I'm leanin', ain't no kickstand
Thumbing through hundreds, countin' up cash, got them big bands
Off a thirty, my soda dirty, we ain't poppin' no fake Xans
Gucci lenses, no Ray-Bans
Real hoes, no spray tans
Keep it a buck
Run up on me
Try your luck
Throwin' bullets like Brady,
Make that boy duck
Matte black Mercedes
Tinted my truck
Automatic
Automatic
Seen it in Chanel, gotta have it
Off that perc, get geeked, turned into an addict
All these hundreds on me, we're livin' lavish
"Take me to L.A., she said 'take me to L.A."
Diamond in the face, I'm gon' chop-top on the wraith
Gold all on my denim, feel like Flavor Flav
Watch what comes out your mouth, you can get replaced
Keepin' it simple, this off the mental
Diamond my teeth, got my diamond my dental
Act out, quick, put a hole in your temple
Pop your lid like zit, no pimple
Cuttin' shit up, ain't no stencil
Pole with lead, ain't no pencil
DB9, not a rental
I'm all on her mental
He can hate on me
Diamonds look like water, got a lake on me
Fendi jeans, rock D&G, nothing fake on me
5 digits a week, what you make homie?
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Writer: Paul Reeves, John Vickers
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