[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
s** 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 s** co*ks to fix it
L.A. b**hes 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 b**bs on lay away
I seen a b**h 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]