Y2K Y2K, bbno$ - Lalala (Official Video)

🎯 Загружено автоматически через бота: 🚫 Оригинал видео: 📺 Данное видео принадлежит каналу «Y2K» (@Y2KVEVO). Оно представлено в нашем сообществе исключительно в информационных, научных, образовательных или культурных целях. Наше сообщество не утверждает никаких прав на данное видео. Пожалуйста, поддержите автора, посетив его оригинальный канал. ✉️ Если у вас есть претензии к авторским правам на данное видео, пожалуйста, свяжитесь с нами по почте support@, и мы немедленно удалим его. 📃 Оригинальное описание: lalala music video Listen to Y2K & BBNO$ “Lalala“ now: Amazon Music: Apple Music: iTunes: Soundcloud: Spotify: YouTube Music: Follow Y2K: Instagram: Twitter: Facebook: Soundcloud: Follow BBNO$: Instagram: Twitter: Facebook: Soundcloud: Director: Alex Bortz Creative Director: Morgan Freed Producer: Lara Mendizza DP: Wojciech Kielar Production Designer: Sean Genrich Editor: Jon Ryan Colorist: Jacob McKee Lyrics: Did I really just forget that melody? Naw, na, na, banananananana Alright, dada dadadada When I popped off, then your girl gave me just a little bit of lockjaw Baby so cold, he from the north, he from the Canada Bankroll so low, I got nothing else that I can withdraw Ran out the door I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha I got your bitch singing like lalala, lalala I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha I got your bitch singing like lalala, lalala How I stride like that Amex, no cap, eight hundred score They wonder how, how I guap like that I rap my lyrics when I perform They wonder how, how I stride like that Married to the grind, I brought my ring I’m corny, but your girly want the dick Modest with my jewels, but check the bank Finally got the money, say my thanks When I popped off, then your girl gave me just a little bit of lockjaw Baby so cold, he from the north, he from the Canada Bankroll so low, I got nothing else that I can withdraw Ran out the door I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha I got your bitch singing like lalala, lalala I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha I got your bitch singing like lalala, lalala How I stride like that Haha, I’m at the bank again They wonder how, how I guap like that Pink whip with flames all on the side They wonder how, how I stride like that Got that Gucci on my body, now she tryna pipe me, woo Popped a Lucy Loosey Goosey, sussy boy, I keep you cool Got the paper, went to school Be careful who you callin’ a fool Ayy, ha, ayy When I popped off, then your girl gave me just a little bit of lockjaw Baby so cold, he from the north, he from the Canada Bankroll so low, I got nothing else that I can withdraw Ran out the door I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha I got your bitch singing like lalala, lalala I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha I got your bitch singing like lalala, lalala How I stride like that #Y2K #Lalala #bbnomula