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Hollywood Lyrics by Mack Scott

2020

I’m tired of hearing about your nigga bitch
You see me?
Pimp stroll
Minks in the booth cus the game cold
Fronto leaf pack that bitch thick like a egg roll
AMG shit I’m dodging 12 and the potholes
Hand wash the whip I been the shit since a snot-nose
Pretty women throw they kitty at me cuz they hear a nigga rapping And they think I’m bout that action let me show you some
Superfly shit I turn to the priest when the summer come
Fully loaded looking like a book hid in my cummerbund
I bet you sick, ya baby know the words to all of my shit
She in the mirror doing squats visualizing my dick
Say you love her so I let you keep her it’s just time spent
Should thank me dawg I always send her home with some new tricks
Bounce crazy I might fuck around and be the top pick
Turn topics into profit I’m a prophet with this rhyme shit
Flow sick my engineer mix in a hazard mask
Homey chick but out that baggy fit she got the hour glass
Oooooooo
World going crazy but it’s spinning at the same speed
So how we letting all this shit slide is beyond me
Butter-soft seats when we creep like it low-key
Bands stacked pockets like I stuffed a pack of loose leaf
Spanish chick I told her we could kick it like a Messi goal
Bougie broad she either order salad or some sushi rolls
Liquor shots she throw that ass round just like a merry go
Crib her I’mma fuck around and fill her give her liver pokes
Part of me is understanding I see why you niggas fold
Winning is demanding take a toll to keep the ship float
Thing about plants you give em water then you’ll see it grow
But if that light dim the air thins and they start to choke
Metaphors of how the game going
Fresh silky compliment the skin tone the cape flowin
I survived the bottom fuck a co-signer I’mma problem they know it
Rasp in my voice magic now ya hoe play Beethoven
Can you hear me now?
Cranberry in my chalice here’s a toast to the life
Never booked a stylist still best dressed for the night
I got swagger in my step my stroll emitting some light
Met her once let me rock her link again? I just might
Plain Jane I’m the wave baby
She run her hand cross the chain never look at you the same it’s a shame
That’s the perils of the game we playin
You better charge it
Ain’t a bar a nigga missed you must admit this shit is flawless
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About “Hollywood” by Mack Scott

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