Right above ft Kevin_le
Who else really tryna f*** with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marley G, bro Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should know This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow And uh, my real friends never hearin' from me Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me That's why I pick and choose, I don't get s*** confused I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews We walk the same path, but got on different shoes Live in the same building, but we got different views I got a couple cars I never get to use Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos And these days all the girls is down to roll I hit the strip club and all them b****es find a pole Plus I been sippin', so this s*** is movin' kinda slow Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go Now tell me how you love me You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it We on It's Young Money, motherf***er If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherf***er, all right Now somebody show some money in this b**** And I got my B's with me like some honey in this b****, ya dig? I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust back, because I shoot first Meet me on the fresh train Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names And all of my riders do not give a f***, X-Games Guns turn you boys into pussy's, sex change And I smoke 'til I got chest pains And you n****s know I rep my gang like Jesse James Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne I been fly so long I fell asleep on the f***in' plane Skinny pants and some Vans Call me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, amen As the world spin and dance in my hands Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand Uh, wake up and smell the p**** You n****s can't see me, but never overlook me I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't push me
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