Too Hood 4 Hollywood - Shy Glizzy

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Yeah, how you like that?

Flew the bitch out and now she on the flight back

I sent you a message, you ain’t even write back

God sent you a blessing, you ain’t even strike back

I’m straight out them trenches, where you had to fight back

I still remember that kitchen, where I learned to cook crack

We live from Hollywood, baby how you gon' hype

She said you too hood, tell me how you love that

Yeah, I was a ghetto trapper, now I’m livin' larger

I moved out LA and I turnd into a dodger

Your bitch keep callin' me, yeah, I had to stall hr

Bitch I’m a baller, real shot caller

Cuban links, what the fuck you think, girl?

Winter time comin', I’m gon' buy you minks, girl

Fuck you dream, girl, I live in your dream world

I’m not a loud nigga, I won’t make a scene, girl

They want my hit, gunners, why I move so millitant

I put my hood on and niggas wan' be Zimmermann

Bitch I’m a gangsta not a law abidin' citizen

I can kill a with a hunnid fuckin' Benjamins

Yeah, how you like that?

Flew the bitch out and now she on the flight back

I sent you a message, you ain’t even write back

God sent you a blessing, you ain’t even strike back

I’m straight out them trenches, where you had to fight back

I still remember that kitchen, where I learned to cook crack

We live from Hollywood, baby how you gon' hype

She said you too hood, tell me how you love that

Yeah, the perfect endin'

Sorry God, I know we sinnin'

She just pretendin', she love you but she know we winnin'

I got racks, like fuckin' tenants

I’m with shooters, I call 'em my fuckin' Gremlins

My ex girl told me, I can never give no hoe my heart

If a side love you, then don’t ever let her tear apart

Ain’t got no friends, I’m lost most time, I’m in the dark

Got out the trenches, they say Jefe got that shit on lock

Who’s realer?

Baby tell me who’s iller?

Different type of nigga, I’m makin' different type of figures

I’m hesitant to kick it but I’m quick to pull the trigger

Fuck you 'round the villa, take the PJ to Anguilla

Yeah, how you like that?

Flew the bitch out and now she on the flight back

I sent you a message, you ain’t even write back

God sent you a blessing, you ain’t even strike back

I’m straight out them trenches, where you had to fight back

I still remember that kitchen, where I learned to cook crack

We live from Hollywood, baby how you gon' hype

She said you too hood, tell me how you love that, yeah

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