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hollywood - mista a.b. lyrics

hollywood lyrics
[intro: mista a.b.]
chea!!!
let’s go!!!
mista a.b!!
auditory on the track!!
let’s go!!

[verse 1: mista a.b.]
bright lights dark shades i’m so hollywood (chea) pulling bad b*tches in the club yea it’s all good yea she all good yea we all good
whole team in here and we all hood but shawty wanna throw it on me throw it on me [yep]
she got cash like a bank she wanna blow it on me [let’s go]
i tell just throw it on me i tell her bring mo friends and ima bring mo homies [mo homies]
so we can get blazed off that cali kush [kush]
white on white benz just like george bush [bush]
and i don’t give a d*mn what a hater say so f*ck these n*ggas man with the gun play so who run this sh*t we run this sh*t we run this sh*t [that’s right]
it’s mista in this b*tch i got cho chick she on my d*ck [haha]
[verse 2: mista a.b.]
i bet you can’t make that ass wobble like a bridge in a earth quake you know what it is baby girl if you heard me [yep]
meet me at the bar s*xy if you thirsty plus that ass lookin right it just make me wanna check up on it cause im your matching component now back that ass up to me cause baby i won’t it by the end of the night
baby ima own it and by the look of your eyes you know you want it so won’t you take you two shots of patron
the night is so young we bout to get it on yea we got the bottles everywhere bad b*tches over here and bad b*tches over there yea now get get it on the floor bust it wide open baby show me what you know put it in the air and move it real slow now back it up baby and show me how it go you know

[verse 3: mista a.b.]
i got them b*tches on top of maserati p*ssy poppin you can’t beat em’ then you join em’
then baby girl you drop it baby girl you pop it don’t stop it now bring it to the top and work that d*ck gone and shift them gears like you up in a bugatti [gatti]
put yo time on cause girl just watch me ima have to break you off break you off
properly ain’t nothin to a boss nan n*gga gone stop me plus i get money so fast yea fasho
you know who i am when i step through the door mista a.b in this b*tch yea fasho now bring it up bring it down now pick it up slow
she like how i’m stuntin so hard cause i’m buying out the bar it’s a star in her presence so it’s on in this b*tch [yep]
we bout to get it on in this b*tch nfl i’m in the zone in this b*tch [let’s go]

- mista a b lyrics

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