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Hollywood
Go
Ay
Hollywood
Go

You wanna know just I'm at
Well let me tell you it
I put my on the map
But let me you 'bout it
They tryna say I can't come
Ay let me you 'bout it
Man fuck nigga I come back
Ay let me tell you it
I wanna tell you it
Hands up, run
Cole and he say he got a gun
Niggas like "man that's everybody say"
Go and pop the and everybody dead
Everybody scared of the
Aware that the is better
All my the pick of the litter
Never
is faker than anime
Me I hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah
Eat the cake bitch, eat the cake
good nigga we demand great
Order Dominoes and she off all her clothes
you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait
The kept secret
Even try and keep it and I leak the damn tape
in peace any nigga want beef
Even secret service keep the man safe

I said to the window, to the
My ride when I call
Got bitches all in my
Fuck blocking my shine
I know the reason you the way
I know who you wan' be
So everyday I thank the man
That I ain't you and you me

Get off my dick,
(Get the off my dick)
Get off my dick,
(Get the off my dick nigga)
Get off my dick, bitch,
(Get the off my dick)
Get off my dick,

Man fuck them niggas I come home and I don't tell
They gettin' temporary dough and I don't nobody
will you tell me if I changed, I won't tell nobody
I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I tell nobody
This is the part that the thugs
Young nigga had love
You know, foot massage, back rub
Blowing bubbles in the shit
is until I met you
Together we done watch go by
Seen a of your tears go by
Got me bout some kids, still I
Tell them come through
(The up)
Get to know somebedy and you learn a lot 'em
When we for you, start to doubt 'em
yourself you better off without 'em
Then in time you find can't walk without 'em
Can't talk without 'em, breath without 'em
Came here together, you leave without 'em
So you walk back in, make a about 'em
On your Amerie it's just 1 about 'em
It's called
Niggas don't sing it no more
Don't nobody sing it no more
No more, no
called love
Niggas don't sing about it no
Don't sing about it no more
(Nigga I sing about this shit no more)
But there a nigga in the club

To the window, to the
My nigga ride I call
Got all in my mind
Fuck nigga blocking my
I know the you feel the way
I know who you wan' be
So everyday I thank the man
That I ain't you and you me

Get off my
But ain't a nigga in the club
Singing this yeah
Got all the bitches in the club
Singing this yeah
And all they mamas let their kids it
Sing this yeah
The baby and the mistresses
this song yeah
Song yeah, song song

The up
shit is retarded
Why rich black nigga gotta be famous
Why every broke black gotta be brainless
a stereotype
Driven by some up in Ariel Heights
Here's a
Young Cole pockets is fat like Terrio
Dreamville, give us a we'll be on every show
Yeah fuck nigga I'm very
Fuck the rest I'm the nigga out
I'm back home I'm the best in the South
When I'm in LA I'm the best in the
You can test, you can test, stretch niggas out
Ooh I'mma niggas out
That go for all y'all if I left out
This shit for everybody on my
make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho