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supa bwe – hollywood lyrics

[intro: supa bwe]
one, hut, two, hut
three, hut, four, hut
one, hut, two, hut
three, hut, four, hut
one, hut, two, hut (i’m there)
three, hut, four, hut (i’m there)
one, hut, two, hut (i’m there, there, there)

[pre+chorus: supa bwe]
these b+tches be trippin’ and childish
she actin’ all bougie, lil’ b+tch i got mileage
if your n+gga broke, go get you a pilot
’cause i’m high as f+ck while i’m flyin’ to islands
my b+tch lookin’ foreign, same place dj khaled from
these b+tches boring, they act like kardashian’s
i want to f+ck but just hit from the back of them
heard there’s a party, inviting a pack of ’em
[chorus: supa bwe]
i’m there (one, hut, two, hut)
i’m there (three, hut, four, hut)
i’m there (one, hut, two, hut)
i’m there (three, hut, four, hut)
i’m there (one, hut, two, hut)
i’m there (three, hut, four, hut)
i’m there (one, hut, two, hut)
i’m there (three, hut, four, hut)

[verse 1: supa bwe]
i’m big bully proof, n+gga
i would hate me too, i probably would, n+gga, yeah
i’m going [?]
n+ggas tweakin’ cause they blew up, probably could, n+gga, yeah
i’m going hollywood
i can’t hear now because you wasn’t blood, you wasn’t there (hollywood)
horror story, but i made it out
why my n+ggas’ [?] still there?
i’m going hollywood, n+gga
i would hate me too, i probably would, n+gga, yeah (hollywood)
this too much truth for you hollywood n+ggas
life’s not fair (hollywood)
big glock on me, [?] try me, aim it your hair
she put it on me like a chair
i wish a n+gga would, double dare
[pre+chorus: supa bwe]
these b+tches be trippin’ and childish
she actin’ all bougie, lil’ b+tch i got mileage
if your n+gga broke, go get you a pilot
’cause i’m high as f+ck while i’m flyin’ to islands
my b+tch lookin’ foreign, same place dj khaled from
these b+tches boring, they act like kardashian’s
i want to f+ck but just hit from the back of them
heard there’s a party, inviting a pack of ’em

[chorus: supa bwe]
i’m there (one, hut, two, hut)
i’m there (three, hut, four, hut)
i’m there (one, hut, two, hut)
i’m there (three, hut, four, hut)
i’m there (one, hut, two, hut)
i’m there (three, hut, four, hut)
i’m there (one, hut, two, hut)
i’m there (three, hut, four, hut)

[verse 2: iman shumpert]
a seat at the table to say the least
i do not fit in with n+ggas that never eat
i do not talk to no women that think it’s sweet
had a few comments since everyone mad at me
i got a bag on me, i got a bag on me
i guess i lend all my ears to the faculty
move the money like lindsay and master p
daughter a g+nius, my wife is a masterpiece (yeah)
pack of ’em, i got a pack of it
back of the party, that’s accurate
actin’ like i ain’t got nothing to lose
’cause i got nothin’ to prove (i ain’t got nothin’ to prove)
i’m in the cut with [?]
please, do not step on my shoes
you try to play me, you lose
all that stuntin’ you do
all that frontin’ you [?]
[pre+chorus: supa bwe]
these b+tches be trippin’ and childish
she actin’ all bougie, lil’ b+tch i got mileage
if your n+gga broke, go get you a pilot
’cause i’m high as f+ck while i’m flyin’ to islands
my b+tch lookin’ foreign, same place dj khaled from
these b+tches boring, they act like kardashian’s
i want to f+ck but just hit from the back of them
heard there’s a party, inviting a pack of ’em

- supa bwe lyrics

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