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yg - hollywood lyrics

[intro: ohgeesy, yg & ty dolla $ign]
yeah
(d+mn james)
400
dolla $ign, dolla $ign

[verse 1: yg]
from bompton all the way to sunset
i ain’t bomin’ if i can’t bring the gun in
if i’m bomin’ then you know i bring some bloods in
blood in, blood out, b+tch, we thuggin
throwin’ up gang signs
on that f+ck the opps sh+t so much, they try to hit me with a hate crime
chances, i’ma take mines
good p+ssy, gotta fly across state lines
yeah, got your lady spoiled
hundred bottles at the crib, no baby oil
yeah, got your lady spoiled
hundred bottles at the crib, no baby oil
[chorus: ohgeesy]
smokin’, drinkin’, f+ckin’
and the opps, they ain’t on nothing
got it on me whеn i’m in the function
n+gga starin’ too hard and i’m bussin’
got a switch on this bl!ck, you can’t duck this
and the clip too big, i can’t tuck sh+t
this some wеst coast sh+t you can’t f+ck wit’
south central, all the way to sunset

[verse 2: ohgeesy]
from hollywood all the way to bompton
think about nip when i’m on slauson
selling hoes on fig like an auction
when you approach me, do it with some caution
i just turned coach+lla into hoch+lla
and i got it on me, i’m a known felon
catch a case, take a charge, i don’t do no tellin’
don’t do no arguin’, don’t do no yellin’
anytime that i perform, i got a bl!ck on the stage
you can tell i’m cuttin’ up, startin’ to look like johnny cage
sell good cocaine on my burst free range
b+tch, i came from the trenches, shoot+outs and runnin’ fades

[chorus: ohgeesy]
smokin’, drinkin’, f+ckin’
and the opps, they ain’t on nothing
got it on me when i’m in the function
n+gga starin’ too hard and i’m bussin’
got a switch on this bl!ck, you can’t duck this
and the clip too big, i can’t tuck sh+t
this some west coast sh+t you can’t f+ck wit’
south central, all the way to sunset
[verse 3: fenix flexin]
this that west coast sh+t you can’t f+ck with
i got her suckin’ on my d+ck, she got the duck lips
freaky ass b+tch, wanna f+ck me with no condom
wipe a n+gga nose, if we spot ’em then we on him, b+tch (yeah, we on ’em)
you see the boogers on the face like i’m sick
you try to turn her to her wife, but she out here doin’ d+cks (doin’ d+cks)
she showin’ out, she doing tricks
i bend her over, then she put me on the floor and did the splits (ayy)
i love the way she make it grip (ayy)
i might let you give me head, baby, but don’t kiss me on my lips
we got one, two, three, four bl!ckies in the vip
let a n+gga try to trip, we throwin’ bullets in this b+tch

[verse 4: yg]
let a n+gga trip, he gon’ get a facelift
that forty glock got him doin’ the matrix
all the pretty hoes gon’ play this
joey bada$$ gon’ hate this

- yg lyrics

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