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varsity gang - hollywood hills lyrics

[verse 1: lil osha]
pop a perc everyday ain’t no xans getting bigger
lean in my cup ain’t no average -ss liquor
dose of this d-ck got her throat feeling sicker
’till i leave her for a minute bet that booty getting thicker
hop in the coupe and that b-tch go skrt skrt
gave that b-tch an oxycontin n-gg- got her words slurred
b-tch want to date but i play her like a crossword
memorize my drugs like i memorize a p-ssword
n-gg- want a plug and i ask her what strain
come back a week later speaking all kinds of slang
smoke a pound with the homie all we do is wu-tang
keep a chain with my name b-tch it’s varsity gang

[chorus: varsityjasper & lil osha]
bands, bands, hundred dollar bills
varsity gang on their way to the mills
ultimate goal is the hollywood hills
it’s time to stop dreaming and make that sh-t real
[lil osha]
flexing, stunting, gold on my bed
ice in my veins but a glock on my leg
b-tch wanna f-ck, f-ck her best friend instead
racks with the gang but my mates do the rest

[verse 2: varsityjasper]
cruising in the whip with some big -ss rims
b-mping oldies out here taking big -ss wins
got a few fake chains but no fake friends
take names no games this ain’t pretend
now tell me who the f-ck gon’ mess with us
don’t bang but don’t think i ain’t dangerous
can’t hang get cut don’t make a fuss
only keep people ’round me who i know i can trust
suspect chilling on the block with the back pack
filled to the brim with the pounds and the fat stacks
’bout to make a dash ’cause twelve on his back
everything on the line what you know about that
i ain’t living that life but i seen it
so when i say something better know that i mean it
when i hear that beat just know that i’m fiending
addicted to rap throw up tracks i’m bolemic

[verse 3: juci-a]
young bull run this sh-t like a business man
i’m blowing up with the crew like afghanistan
we showing up to the spot ain’t no problems man
we blow 1’s to the sky make that money dance
f-ck its sunny man, we make your honey dance
got a pound of green, taking all dubs like champs
we elite can’t compete
you should really sit down like why the f-ck you trying for
you should quit now
fresh, gold on my neck
keep it too chill and my verse ain’t a stretch
got three to four hits every time we hit a sesh
so wait on the gang you a no we a yes

[verse 4: d-manson]
fixed on the beat while i’m writing this heat
b-tterflies in me ’bout what i’m ‘gon be
don’t need to worry ’bout that right now
too busy making other rappers look like clowns
everybody like dom how you rap like that
what you wearing why you really dress up like that
where’d you get that shirt i wanna dress like that
bandwagons but i don’t really trip ’bout that
the way i think you really can’t grasp that
i’m one of a kind know that for a fact
i don’t talk sh-t but i just rap that
when i got clap back rappers wanna back track
oh snap, back back in the day
listening to old rap
reminiscing ten years later got to make that happen
ready to sin, got raps in my head got to put a pin
yeah, walk to me make your chin hurt
i’m a fiend for this rap sh-t got to get a fixture
give no respect but i got a get a lecture
can’t understand ’till i paint my whole picture

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