Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-26832255-20170104005336/@comment-30231428-20170108042844

these are the lyrics

Hollywood Cole

Go

Ay Hollywood

Hollywood Cole

Go

You wanna know just where I'm at

Well let me tell you 'bout it

I put my city on the map

But let me tell you 'bout it

They tryna say I can't come back

Ay let me tell you 'bout it

Man fuck them n***** I come back

Ay let me tell you 'bout it

I wanna tell you 'bout it

Hands up, everybody run

Cole outside and he say he got a gun

N***** like "man that's what everybody say"

Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead

Everybody scared of the n****

Aware that the n**** is better

All my bitches the pick of the litter

Never bitter

N***** is faker than anime

Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah

Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake

Fuck good n**** we demand great

Order Domino's and she take off all her clothes

N**** you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait

The best kept secret

Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape

Rest in peace any n**** want beef

Even secret service couldn't keep the man safe

I said to the window, to the wall

My n**** ride when I call

Got bitches all in my mind

Fuck n**** blocking my shine

I know the reason you feel the way

I know just who you wan' be

So everyday I thank the man upstairs

That I ain't you and you ain't me

Get off my dick, woah

(Get the fuck off my dick)

Get off my dick, woah

(Get the fuck off my dick n****)

Get off my dick, bitch, woah

(Get the fuck off my dick)

Get off my dick, woah

Man fuck them n***** I come home and I don't tell nobody

They gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobody

Lord will you tell me if I changed, I won't tell nobody

I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody

This is the part that the thugs skip

Young n**** never had love

You know, foot massage, back rub shit

Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit

That is until I met you

Together we done watch years go by

Seen a river of your tears go by

Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I

Tell them hoes come through

(The break up)

Get to know somebody and you really learn a lot about 'em

Won't be long for you, start to doubt 'em

Tell yourself you better off without 'em

Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em

Can't talk without 'em, can't breath without 'em

Came here together, you can't leave without 'em

So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em

On your Amerie it's just 1 thing about 'em

It's called love

N***** don't sing about it no more

Don't nobody sing about it no more

No more, no more

It's called love

N***** don't sing about it no more

Don't nobody sing about it no more

(N**** I don't sing about this shit no more)

But there a n**** in the club singing

Get off my dick

But every n**** in the club singing

Singing this song yeah

Got all the bitches in the club singing

Singing this song yeah

And all they mamas let their kids sing it

Sing this song yeah

The baby mamas and the mistresses

Singing this song yeah

Song yeah, song song yeah

This shit is retarded

Why every rich black n**** gotta be famous

Why every broke black n**** gotta be brainless

That's a stereotype

Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights

Here's a scenario

Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio

Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show

Yeah fuck n**** I'm very sure

Fuck the rest I'm the best n**** out

When I'm back home I'm the best in the South

When I'm in LA I'm the best in the West

You can test, you can test, I'm a stretch n***** out

Oooh I'm a stretch n***** out

That go for all y'all if I left n***** out

This shit for everbody on my testicle

Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, hoe