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HollyWood (Impossible) Lyrics

Max B – HollyWood (Impossible) Lyrics


[Verse: Max B]
I need a thousand dollar baguette
Look I took the game and put it right back where I had it
Back up in the streets, fuck with me I wasn't havin’ that
I got that animal ambition back in the kitchen, Back up in my habitat
Money start to gravitate
These niggas ain't pop up until I got a date, typical leeches
I'm on them beaches with peaches, see we just playin’ the sheets
Streets, got my brother layin' the piece
Makes you wonder how I coulda turned out
Dark shades, perm'd out, 18 and sherm'd out
Now I swerve out
Special shout to them bitches that held me back
I relied on the word of mouth, Hollywood
Baby pussy probably good, I don't really know
Got a couple little niggas, did a couple videos
Said she never really had shit, daddy was always higher
Listen sugar momma you preachin' to the choir
Seen his body on the flyers, since a kid I had the priors
Seven figures is cool, me and wifey 'bout to retire
Got the big house, don't put them niggas in the big house
Nothin’ in my way I gotta clear out


[Verse: French Montana]
Hollywood, momma look all the prices and the sacrifices now we got it good
Hollywood, money root of evil
In Hollywood, couple M’s make you the devil, I guess bein' broke gets you to Heaven
Young fleet from the socks to the rooftop when I’m steppin' out
Broke have you pull that Mac-11 to the reverend's mouth
And any day could be your last in the jungle
Bullets blast, niggas fumble
First advance was a bundle
Sun Tzu with The Art of War
Coke Wave part 4
Porsche box southpaw
Been ballin' outdoor
Militant like the nation of Islam
Live Nation ten milli, don’t be silly, hottest in my city
Foundation under the committee
Hundred M's in the 30's and 40's gunnin' for that billi
From the block, hot sauce
Handlin' the rock from the bottom to the top chart
Montana rock star
Bulletproof suburban like I'm Giuliani
Duckin' Rockefeller law bumpin' Roc-a-fella
Amaretto sour every hour masturbatin' to the fourth
36 M's, 36 strategies of war
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