Darnell Williams - f** Hollywood lyrics

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Darnell Williams - f** Hollywood lyrics

[Intro] Tryna shoot a p**no in the back house She just wanna party, got the xans out I just wanna break a couple grams down Talkin' out your neck, I'ma lash out I'ma get it all what I came for I'ma hit the booth then cash out Wearin' eight gold chains in the trap house And if you wanna ball pull the bats out [Verse 1] Last year I made a milli with my Jew n***as Split it with the crew, now we working on two n***a Goddamn I hate a bullsh**ter, bullsh**ter Like what the f** you gon' do n***a? Never run but I move quicker I was raised in the zoo n***a I ain't got sh** to prove n***a See I been tryna keep it cool n***a [Chorus] f** Hollywood and everything this sh** about Just here to get my checks and then a n***a out Find a p**y wet enough to fix the Cali drought Leave my kids dripping down a pop singer's mouth [Interlude] Tryna shoot a p**no in the back house She just wanna party, got the xans out I just wanna break a couple grams down Talkin' out your neck, I'ma lash out I'ma get it all what I came for I'ma hit the booth then cash out Wearin' eight gold chains in the trap house And if you wanna ball pull the bats out [Verse 2] Last night I blew an eighth with a fake b**h Stood in line, n***as still put me on the waitlist Goddamn I hate the fake sh**, fake sh** You n***as know what my name is Got a problem, n***a fix that Skinny n***a, I ain't really with the chit-chat Penny pinchers always talkin' 'bout them big racks I been tryna keep it cool n***a, big facts [Chorus] f** Hollywood and everything this sh** about Just here to get my checks and then a n***a out Find a p**y wet enough to fix the Cali drought Leave my kids dripping down a pop singer's mouth [Bridge] You playing p**y, I can't fool with you Been a boss since grade school n***a 'Cause k**ers taught me how to move n***a Last year I made a milli with my Jew n***as [Outro] Tryna shoot a p**no in the back house She just wanna party, got the xans out I just wanna break a couple grams down Talkin' out your neck, I'ma lash out I'ma get it all what I came for I'ma hit the booth then cash out Wearin' eight gold chains in the trap house And if you wanna ball pull the bats out p**no