paroles de chanson Keisha - Hollywood Younging

(Arjayonthebeat)
Shawty she forgein still working a visa
She turning to freak when get her off tequila
Told her throw it back I was the receiver
Bouta hit the jeweler tell 'em get it out the freezer

Told her open up I'm getting in between her
I do what I did now you can go and keep her
You said you slid thru but I ain't never seen ya
I'm the pope in the booth i'm mf preacher
I be preaching like mf pope
In the hood man I give these niggas hope
I ain't going outside without my pole
You owe me money? You better pay what you owe
You on the gram living a life that you don't
When I fuck yea she tell me you a joke
Ain't had the burner so he know he getting poked
Oh they sleep well i'm bouta have em woke

Told my bitch to put my gas and hit the ATM
I got the gas imma ship em out to AT
You ain't eyeballing shit you better get a scale
From the City of Angels and give em hell
From the City of Angels but I hang with demons
That boy ended up missing they asking have you seen him?
That a nigga pussy every month I know he bleeding
I had to wake these niggas up cause they was dreaming
I told momma that I got what it takes
I took a lost but I learn from my mistakes
I'm on my lawn and im looking for the snakes
Yea they sleeping til I leave they ass awake
I be partaking in some things you can't partake
It's real niggas that i'm with no debate
My pockets fat so they don't need to get in shape
Free the guys man I hope that they escape