The choppa done came with a scope
Bad bitch blowing
She busy and doing the most
And she wanna keep on going
But I already told her no
I got her wet something like the ocean
She wanna ride me like a boat
Baby ain't no love in hollywood
My heart is cold
In that hemi
We gone slide and pick him up that's on the bros
And baby gone touch down in LA
I'm f*cking her good
She playing her role
She pushing the AR in the backseat
We finna hit him for all of his gold
We sliding deep and all my niggas holding benjis
Up with a beam my nigga ain't no getting friendly
That couple hundred on yo neck will make em envy
He won't slide cuz we blow shi like iraq you can't f*ck with me
My niggas gone set it up we finna book him
I'm hitting yo bitch and she f*ck like a rookie
And they talk on the net but these niggas is pussy
She gone take all the dick
I gave her a little cookie
Slide with a chop
Nigga ain't no fishing pole
But these bullets is still finna hook em
And I popped out with the Af1s and the gold hanging out of the hoodie
Choppas out my nights finna slide
Better run
And we gone dumb some
So my mom don't see me die by the gun
The choppa done came with a scope
Bad bitch blowing
She busy and doing the most
And she wanna keep on going
But I already told her no
I got her wet something like the ocean
She wanna ride me like a boat
Baby ain't no love in hollywood
My heart is cold
In that hemi
We gone slide and pick him up that's on the bros
And baby gone touch down in LA
I'm f*cking her good
She playing her role
She pushing the AR in the backseat
We finna hit him for all of his gold
Hollywood Prada - Blowin Lyrics
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The choppa done came with a scope
Bad bitch blowing
She busy and doing the most
And she wanna keep on going
But I already told her no
I got her wet something like the ocean
She wanna ride me like a boat
Baby ain't no love in hollywood
My heart is cold
In that hemi
We gone slide and pick him up that's on the bros
And baby gone touch down in LA
I'm f*cking her good
She playing her role
She pushing the AR in the backseat
We finna hit him for all of his gold
We sliding deep and all my niggas holding benjis
Up with a beam my nigga ain't no getting friendly
That couple hundred on yo neck will make em envy
He won't slide cuz we blow shi like iraq you can't f*ck with me
My niggas gone set it up we finna book him
I'm hitting yo bitch and she f*ck like a rookie
And they talk on the net but these niggas is pussy
She gone take all the dick
I gave her a little cookie
Slide with a chop
Nigga ain't no fishing pole
But these bullets is still finna hook em
And I popped out with the Af1s and the gold hanging out of the hoodie
Choppas out my nights finna slide
Better run
And we gone dumb some
So my mom don't see me die by the gun
The choppa done came with a scope
Bad bitch blowing
She busy and doing the most
And she wanna keep on going
But I already told her no
I got her wet something like the ocean
She wanna ride me like a boat
Baby ain't no love in hollywood
My heart is cold
In that hemi
We gone slide and pick him up that's on the bros
And baby gone touch down in LA
I'm f*cking her good
She playing her role
She pushing the AR in the backseat
We finna hit him for all of his gold
Bad bitch blowing
She busy and doing the most
And she wanna keep on going
But I already told her no
I got her wet something like the ocean
She wanna ride me like a boat
Baby ain't no love in hollywood
My heart is cold
In that hemi
We gone slide and pick him up that's on the bros
And baby gone touch down in LA
I'm f*cking her good
She playing her role
She pushing the AR in the backseat
We finna hit him for all of his gold
We sliding deep and all my niggas holding benjis
Up with a beam my nigga ain't no getting friendly
That couple hundred on yo neck will make em envy
He won't slide cuz we blow shi like iraq you can't f*ck with me
My niggas gone set it up we finna book him
I'm hitting yo bitch and she f*ck like a rookie
And they talk on the net but these niggas is pussy
She gone take all the dick
I gave her a little cookie
Slide with a chop
Nigga ain't no fishing pole
But these bullets is still finna hook em
And I popped out with the Af1s and the gold hanging out of the hoodie
Choppas out my nights finna slide
Better run
And we gone dumb some
So my mom don't see me die by the gun
The choppa done came with a scope
Bad bitch blowing
She busy and doing the most
And she wanna keep on going
But I already told her no
I got her wet something like the ocean
She wanna ride me like a boat
Baby ain't no love in hollywood
My heart is cold
In that hemi
We gone slide and pick him up that's on the bros
And baby gone touch down in LA
I'm f*cking her good
She playing her role
She pushing the AR in the backseat
We finna hit him for all of his gold
Writer: Jacob Green
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