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lirik lagu hollywood road – larry league

[prod. senseiatl]

[verse 1: senseiatl]
we got bricks on bricks, it look like giza man (got them bricks)
check my neck and wrist it hit like frieza man (hit like frieza)
fiendin’ for a lick, i’m f-ckin’ itchin’ (for a lick)
hittin’ switches on your b-tch, but i ain’t switchin’ (i ain’t f-ckin’ switchin’)
beatin’ down the block, we knockin’ lights out (-bah!-)
shootin’ a stain, that’s a wipeout (-pew- -pew- -pew-)
i feel like c4 ’cause i’m boomin’ (b-tch)
racin’ in a ‘rari and you losin’

[verse 2: 645ar]
’96 on my chest, i put that beam on your chest (put that beam on your chest)
he [?], he go to the vet (he go to the vet)
your lean get cut like a check (get cut like a check, get cut like a check)
you look like a honda (you look like a honda)
you can’t kick it with me and my partners (and my partners)
on the block, it hot like a sauna (like a sauna)
he a b-tch i put that on my momma (on my momma)
with your b-tch on thursday, she gon’ throwback (she gon’ throwback)
n-gg- that’s your new b-tch, that’s my throwback (that’s my throwback)

[verse 3: reddo]
ooo, ooo
bad b-tch, you ain’t seen her (no)
i just f-cked up a liter (six)
ride around with the heater (sticks)
get your -ss smoked, huh (b-tch)
but it’s not no joke (no)
b-tch it’s rubber clan (yo)
hang him by a rope (hang his -ss)
.223 hit his body, -pew- -pew- -pew-
i don’t give a f-ck, what is you sayin’?
lean make a n-gg- -ugh-
i just threw up on your hoe, threw up on your b-tch
n-gg- really want some smoke, pull up with the stick (aye!)
pull up with sticks and i hit (hit)
your b-tch gon’ suck on the d-ck
i f-ck her and rub on the cl-t (rub on the what?)
i’m sorry lil’ buddy can’t hang with the clique (no way)
no, lil’ buddy can’t hang with the gang (he’s a lame)
i got a chopper, no aim (gang)
she rattle, gon’ blow out your brains (-boh!-)
while your b-tch givin’ me brain (that neck)

[verse 4: larry]
big gas, i’m fill up the tank, son (uh)
pull up in the lane, i scored, i pour the and one
havin’ pack for your mom, and her friends and then some (yeah)
at her crib, wrapped in ricks, she said that i’m handsome (oh)
be prepared, they won’t share (nah)
money fold, money tear
waste your lung smoke in the air (why?)
sherbet skunk, don’t sh-t compare (oh)
all this dope turn to dust
all this weight it get you crushed
my gang we bounce back like rubber
blew them bands then blew my cover (d-mn)
f-ck it, i don’t need a handout (no)
i see that your swappin’ the same clout
i see what this cash and this fame ’bout
worked in a ditch, now i’m balmain down (oh)
that b-tch not gettin’ my c, oh please (ha!)
i gotta eat like every week (yeah)
send her the juug, then send her to sleep
right out the mud, and straight to the fiest

[verse 5: 10kdunkin]
like a shirt in private school, my n-gg-s keep it tucked (it’s tucked)
two rings on my finger, but your hoe ain’t gettin’ one (no)
two cups double stuffed, two hoes doubled up (doubled up)
trap jump double dutch, she want to f-ck for some (for some)
if i f-ck this b-tch she gonna fall in love or somethin’ (or somethin’)
i might pull up to your function, flexin’ like it nothin’ (it nothin’)
diamonds on me like a child, always doin’ somethin’ (somethin’)
and these n-gg-s really cappin’, they ain’t doin’ nothin’ (they cappin’)
i be with my n-gg-s, they be with the sh-ts like a d-mn number two (yeah)
all of my n-gg-s could up in on you (-bow!-)
all of my n-gg-s see right through the foo’ (they see it)
diamonds be sick, yeah they suffer the flu (the flu)
pockets depressing, my pockets be blue (they blue)
count up the money, i’m liking the view (the view)
count up old money, but everything new (count up)

[verse 6: tony shhnow]
yeah, yeah
trappers in “nightmare on elm” (elm)
chopper get cut out the film (aye)
move and we breakin’ your limb (your limb)
my gems jump out the gym (bling, bling)
bernie mac above the rim (yeah)
p-ss-es get k!lled in the night (the night)
drugs get dealt in the night (in the night)
i feel like jason or freddy (freddy)
grab the glock or machete (machete)
tell me three times like candyman
stuff bricks, pounds, in the minivan (minivan)
tony is a g like larry
murder on the scene like a scary movie (aye!)
cut your through the night with a saw (saw)
shoot his -ss down with the sawed-off (-bow!-)
say you havin’ work, boi call off (aye)
tony keep the heat like hot sauce
playin’ with the pans like waffle house (whip)
tony keep the cannon, i be wildin’ out (wow)
pushin’ weight, over-weight, i’m a heavy flexer (yeah, yeah)
you get clipped out the movie, you is way too extra (too extra)

- larry league

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