So L.A.

[Hook x2]
She's so L.A, she's so L.A
(Oh my god)
She's so L.A, she's so L.A
(Like, that's hot)

[Verse 1]
She got a purse full of pills and a nose full of yay
(she's so L.A.)
She on 91210 and [?] (She's so L.A.)
She's sitting court side at the Laker game
On a blackberry and she don't know who they playing
Got a sugar daddy but don't know his name
But she know he pays, so she letting him bang
All night into the day
[?] doing the walk of shame
She chasing the fame, ain't it a shame
Suck a man vain, for a fake gold chain

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
She ordered lobster and steak but don't touch the plate
(She's so L.A, she's so L.A.)
No job but she got work done on her face
She got a glove box full of parking tickets
All she gotta do is suck cocks to fix it
L.A. bitches won't do your dished
But they do your best friend in the kitchen
[?]
Now her tits got a small [?] entourage
Take her to the club and she'll vanish
End up in a Brody Jenner, Joe Francis sandwich

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
She ain't fooling nobody with that tanning spray
On Perez Hilton like everyday
She got new boobs on lay away
I seen a bitch at the Roosevelt
On her iPhone, she was trying to Google herself
L.A. girls are so damn lame
Unless you give 'em blow or the champagne

[Hook]