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tristian white - young hollywood lyrics

persian girl, oh oh yeah yeah
oh oh

(pre chorus)
persian girl, beamer the same colour as coca
drove to the club gave, gave an off night to the chauffeur
daddy work in wall street, moma from old money
mixed it all together now they asking mo money

(chorus)
young hollywood, got this champagne poppin poppin
know you working hard when you live like this, but she ain’t got to work it to give because you got it all
i got this champagne poppin, poppin
bought a drop top in the middle of winter, know your working hard when you live like this

(verse 1)

drop her off at sunset, then i headed to the stu
text, baby is you done yet? she said give me till two
oh kay thats cool, call some friends ill call some too
we can randevu, do some sh-t you never do
oh
when revenue is incredible, its not legible
that writing on the wall, them b-tch n-ggas turn federal, start telling fools
see how you n-ggas are
ah
i guess we all can’t be real, and we can’t be true but, f-ck you gone do
well when b-tches turn dual faced , ratchet like two cases
im mostly tied up like two laces, with your replacements
baby lets stick to basics, you were shady before i made it
so when my team is popping cases, its unlikely you will get to taste it
they let us in the club in j-pan the doorman was supposed to be carding
and now im singing, how do you do all these harajuku, meanwhile your lifestyle is so local
my darling, begging your pardon
you think you had me forever, you never had me at all
i should write your -ss a letter, just to let you know how deaded it is foreal
give me top for these red bottoms, the f-ck is up i call it head over heel
the f-ck is love i call it head over heel
yeah, ah huh

(verse 2)

and always wonder, why you bother leaving voicemails
that n0body hears
i spent all this time, just waiting for you baby
i spent all this time, waiting for you baby

(verse 3)

ain’t no bunk beds in a casket
got no time to be relaxed
spent my earnings on jewels and fashion, f-ck i look like rocking a day job
i just wanna make hits, f-ck a bad b-tch like a-rod
employed all my haters, let me check your n-ggas still doing they job
b-tches is showin me love, n-ggas is throwin them mugs
but its all good
ridin on that candy paint, you would do the same thang but you broke so you can’t

- tristian white lyrics

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