Hollywood (feat. Jigga City)

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Maika Million

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Mmm, Maika
Nigga, I've been tryna kill him
I don't wanna rap, Knock a opp down, And f*ck his sister
That's a sad fact

GGG gang, Bitch, We air it out, And double back
Don't let me catch your bitch up at that club,
I'ma check her trap
You ain't get no pape up out this bitch, You is not a P

They use to wanna be from the gang They ain't make the team
His baby mama gave the drop to the house, That's how we got the P's
Why my name up in your mouth? You was askin' me for a feat

You outside, ain't got no house? That's a cup of tea
I just wanna f*ck Dream Doll, throwin' up the G
We was on them skits, I know we popped him
Cause I heard him scream

Everybody rappin' bout a fuckin' body
Nigga, Boy, Please
Google rainier ave, Shootin's, most of em's AVE
Start a business, Covered up the tracks, Young master P

I'm on this bitch head like a frontal, all about my fee
Niggas mad at me, They can't get a bitch to rub they feet
They say I'm gettin' fat, I ain't trippin', It's the crab I eat
Ice down, When I come around, They wanna grab on me

Hollywood, Maik, still hit the hood for the white tees
Hollywood, Maik, still hit the moes for the gold teeth
I'm a Grimey nigga, But I got designer on these feet
Look at my neck, All diamonds, no Mr. T

Undefeated, Feel like Mayweather, We the money team
These bitches all up on my line, Tryin' to eat my seem
Buss it, Bitch bounce that ass for a lil' Tanaa money
Buss it, Bitch bounce that ass, She got them dollars comin

GGG gang, We got em' mad cause they ain't doin' nothin
Them ain't my opps, They be hatin' cause the bitches love it
GGG gang, Bitch, We air it out and double back
Don't let me catch your bitch up in that club, Ima check her trap
You ain't get no pape up out this bitch, You is not a P
They use to wanna be from the gang, They ain't make the team

GGG
Don't know who he runnin' with, nigga, not us
I'm just tryna f*ck a rap nigga, baby mama

Not you, broke bitches
Bring the hoes with the commas and condoms
You bitches can't be my baby mama
Bitch, Bitch, Im City you might catch me in blood

Threw the biddy and the Crip, bitches love me
I might f*ck her just for Kenny, keep it sticky
That bitch gave you the drop when she was with me
And you miss me? I'm still talkin' shit

These niggas shitty, suicide about the kitty, huh
Thought he was a P
Doggie never seen who hit him up
Polly was a G, Sellin' rainier Ave merch baby call me for a tee,

But why she leave with out the merch? Shit, prolly was the D
Big bitch don't ask me about no studio
I been in the streets, ain't no killers from they gang

Why? All of em' deceased
Jigg, why you Hollywood? Cause these niggas is police
Jigg, why you Hollywood
Feel like Houston' off the lean

Baby, Bust it, Bitch, Pop that shit for my brother, Gen
Bust it, Bitch, Pop that shit for my cousin, Ken
Rainier Ave music
We the reason why they Ave'n' in

Keep it stack half-easy, Math, I be cashin' in
Money over bitches, If she with me, Then she runs it in
Pussy say he slithered through the block
Tell him come again
That pistol case, The people wanted eight, I gave my lawyer ten
Might belong in Vegas, they keep sayin' I'm in love with Sin
Stock clip is in
F*ck a 30, Never needed that

Brody got the 50 when he stopped the whole scenes a wrap
Niggas say they on me, Let's be honest
We believin' that, You know me, Then you know we been poppin
Aint no need to cap

GGG, Gang, Bitch, we air it out, double back
Don't let me catch your bitch up at that club
I'ma check her trap
You ain't get no pape up out this bitch, You is not a P

They use to wanna be from the gang
They ain't make the team
Make the team

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