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LAVA LAMP
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Hip-Hop/Rap
LAVA LAMP was released on August 4, 2025 by MoThoro LLC / LFTFLD as a part of the album COAST 2 COAST 2
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Release DateAugust 4, 2025
LabelMoThoro LLC / LFTFLD
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MoThoro
MoThoro
Rap
Hutchthegift
Hutchthegift
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Morris Imhotep Taylor
Morris Imhotep Taylor
Songwriter
Christopher Franklin
Christopher Franklin
Songwriter
Walter Griffin
Walter Griffin
Songwriter
Rocco. Roy
Rocco. Roy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MoThoro
MoThoro
Mixing Engineer
DJ Young Heard
DJ Young Heard
Engineer
Walt Mansa
Walt Mansa
Producer
Rocco. Roy
Rocco. Roy
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Turn me up, ayy, turn me up Walt
Ohya, ayy, ayy, Ohya, ayy
Thoro how I keep it with them
We ain't worried about the opps
Almost forgot, we beefin' with them
It's some fine shit in this party, best believe I'm leavin' with them
Dark skin, brown skin, light skin, can't be specific (ayy, hold on)
They wasn't even believin' in him, I'm official
Shit get fishy, best believe they sleepin' with them
He must be off that methamphetamine, must have some tweaker in him
He ain't get into no cheddar cheese, must have some vegan in him
The opps lactose intolerant,
With chunky L's I'd bet the house against their whole conglomerate
Say go ahead and touch that frying pan, ain't doin' no coddling
I'm bangin' on you, if you call my phone, with all that hootin and hollerin
She was shy on the first link, she sat right on the ottoman
Said, ain't no outside clothes on my bed, she probably think I'm poppin' it
I'm a real 90s baby, used to have a lava lamp
I'm with my DMV bih, we finna eat at Cava now
Ayy, I'm tryna fall asleep in it
Baby, with that mouth do, don't wanna feel no teeth in it
Tempur Pedic bed, no box springs, won't hear no squeak in it
Take advantage of this invite, don't have me rescind it
Hold on, Thoro how I keep it with them
We ain't worried about the opps
Almost forgot, we beefin' with them
It's some fine shit in this party, best believe I'm leavin' with them
Dark skin, brown skin, light skin, can't be specific (ayy, hold on)
They wasn't even believin' in him, I'm official
Shit get fishy, best believe they sleepin' with them
He must be off that methamphetamine, must have some tweaker in him
He ain't get into no cheddar cheese, must have some vegan in him
Uh, she ain't no Barbie, that's a Kendall, real brat
Pierces on her back, cheeks filled with dimples,
Don't do ricks, it's too basic, I don't care if they expensive
We went VsVs for the lynching, now I'm in her mouth like dentist
Drive her like a stolen rental from Sepulveda to Collins
I don't care about the mileage, it ain't difficult, it's simple
Get to glitchin' off my rocker, now I'm geekin' doin' science
I can talk to the moon, off these shrooms, I be flyin', ayy
Uh, don't fuck with none, say, send a prayer up to God
If they cross me like Sunday, ayo, bitch got bad feet
She fuckin' up the feng shui, I told her put her shoes on
And run away like Kanye or Usain
Ayy, I'm rockin' out like Green Day
I fuck with the restaurant, but I really love this cheesecake
They want a performance, and that's cool, but I want prepaid
My head hard, I wonder why August 14th my B-Day
I was raised on 60th where they say happy C-Day
Ghetto bitch, I met her right off Slauson in her PJs
Tore her ACL with that mouth, she needed knee brace
Dropped her off in the PJs, now I'm zoomin' off like Speed Racer
Uh, yeah, uh
LFTFLD, league shit, league shit, LFTFLD, league shit, uh
Written by: Christopher Franklin, Morris Imhotep Taylor, Rocco. Roy, Walter Griffin
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