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Hollywood
Go
Ay
Hollywood
Go

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

I said to the window, to the
My ride when I call
Got bitches all in my
Fuck nigga blocking my
I know the you feel the way
I know just who you be
So everyday I thank the man
That I you and you ain't 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 tell nobody
Lord will you me if I changed, I won't tell nobody
I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell
is the part that the thugs skip
Young never had love
You know, foot massage, rub shit
Blowing in the bathtub shit
is until I met you
Together we done years go by
a river of your tears go by
Got me thinkin' some kids, still I
Tell hoes come through
(The up)
Get to know somebedy and you learn a lot 'em
we long for you, start to doubt 'em
Tell yourself you better off 'em
in time you will find can't walk without 'em
Can't talk without 'em, can't breath 'em
here together, you can't leave without 'em
So you walk back in, make a scene 'em
On your Amerie just 1 thing about 'em
called love
Niggas don't sing it no more
Don't nobody sing about it no
No more, no
called love
Niggas sing about it no more
Don't nobody sing about it no
(Nigga I don't sing about this no more)
But a nigga in the club singing

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

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

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