Hollywood Lyrics – Chyn
Singer: Chyn
Title: Hollywood
Body no be firewood, i don tire tryna make it at hollywood
They said i wasn’t good enough, they were right i’m not good
I’m great, i call the shots (ahn)
Body no be firewood, i don tire tryna make it at hollywood
They don’t know what’s up
I’m not good, i’m great dawg, i call the shots
Sure black boy, great things small packages
George jackson stay fly no baggages
Breath of fresh air make ’em see clearer
All eyes on my like the ring bearer
Speaking of ring bearer, these hoes wanna gеt hitched
Well goodluck to you chasing this presidеntial dick
Ooops! that didn’t come out right, autocorrect
The money is the only thing i wanna connect with
Y’all screwed up, so are these chicks
These days girls be pulling stunts (tricks doing tricks)
I’m talking there that mind tricks, you know just from a kiss
Even my church girl always up to some sh#t
But she blows me good, so she makes up for what she lacks
I’m talking lisa simpson with the sax
But i’m trying to make that cake, addicted to good living
So me and my niqqas eating like everyday is thanks giving (ahn yeah)
Body no be firewood, i don tire just tryna make it at hollywood
Gbagbe oshi, you don’t know anything
E ko shi, gunning for everything (ahn yh)
Body no be firewood, i don tire just tryna make it at hollywood
Gbagbe oshi, you don’t know anything
E ko shi, gunning for everything (ahn yh)
Prince akeem, the way i’m getting pampered
Who calling the shots? who’s not? you know the answer
Too many harvey dents too many rattlesnakes
So it’s psalm 91 every single day
Hickeys on my neck she kisses chanel bleu
Pockets got stretch marks, fat like beirut
I stay the truth, never been any different
Marching down the chicks the way the parade do
So what a niqqa to do to get an endors#ment
I make them panties drop and put the rappers in coffins
Cream of the crop, cream always rise to the top
So you know we never ever stop
Amateur chefs like it’s come down with me (we do it on the beat and we lyrically more)
Ahn doctor dolittle you listening to an animal (yeah ahn)
Body no be firewood, i don tire just tryna make it at hollywood
Gbagbe oshi, you don’t know anything
E ko shi, gunning for everything (ahn yh ahn)
Body no be firewood, i don tire just tryna make it at hollywood
Gbagbe oshi, you don’t know anything
E ko shi, gunning for everything (yh ahn)
Body no be firewood, i don tire just tryna make it at hollywood
Gbagbe oshi, you don’t know anything
E ko shi, gunning for everything (ahn yh ahn)
Body no be firewood, i don tire just tryna make it at hollywood
Gbagbe oshi, you don’t know anything
E ko shi, gunning for everything
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