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hypre holiday - west hour lyrics

[intro]
h-h-h-holiday on tha beat!

[chorus]
woah woah woah where’d you get that from
house on the hill in the west coast sun
golden rims with the with the roof undone
you think you ca n go out and pretend this fun
woah woah woah where’d you get that from
head to toe in camo like i’m on the hunt
missing all your turns while i hit this blunt
sunkissed laying on the oceanfront

[verse 1]
california always looking at the bright side
sunroof panoramic with the lens wide
got the cameras all up in me that’s the downside
and you know i stay up till the sun rise
when the tide comes in, i go out
if you can’t f-ck with me there’s no shoutout
i want everyone to eat but ya takeout
and i got all the water can never break out
and i cop when i shop can never fake out
only ride my own wave i never chase clout
plaza neon while we doing burnouts
two b-tches in the corner be making out
i don’t ever wanna get outta my element
cause that’s the only way i can stay relevant
and i’ll always be reppin till the sun dies
only way to keep us screaming westside!!!

[verse 2]
bad b-tches come straight outta calabasas
got a 120,000 hidden in the mattress
on a scale of one to ten she gotta be the baddest
and she work hard you can see the practice
dressing all in black like the night sky
my car white all ’round like the moonlight
you know i’m all about the benjamins and the bordens
girl to my left got the right proportions
i don’t got time for all the compet-tion
only have room to tunnel thorough my vision
stay outta my way outta my lane
got the arctic ocean in my chain
i might take over sip of the tongue
the gr-ss is greener with the high funds
i know the madness has already begun
but then again all the good nights die young

[verse 3]
6 am midnight drive
i’m awake all the time
fairfax flows d-mn it shows
i’m in a state filled with gold
whippin my i8 on the i8
puttin on miles in the driveway
i’m way to driven for the highway
i put you to sleep like it’s a school night
phantom all in white i come alive in the night
i’m way too selective swiping right if i like
i was off to la when i wrote this line
it’s all relative i’m in two different times
i don’t go off track but train hard
and i got a whole arena in my back yard
bright shiny new roadster in the courtyard
i might be avant garde
how can a prophet proffit out of gossip
wash my hands underneath the holy faucet
got these b-tches more fried than an omelet
i ain’t sorry b-tch i’m flawless
my presence more grand than your bank account
you say you’re with me don’t get the discount
you can’t go higher than my paramount
i be looking at you, man…lookout!!!

[outro]
sunkissed layin on the oceanfront

- hypre holiday lyrics

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