Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SATAN LIVES IN HOLLYWOOD, artist - Lil Darkie. Date of issue: 08.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
SATAN LIVES IN HOLLYWOOD |
| Yuh yuh yuh yuh |
| What you say me lady? |
| Yuh yuh yuh yuh |
| This is la baby! |
| Yuh yuh yuh yuh |
| I can tell they hate me |
| That is why I love them so! |
| Lose yourself in the internet numbers |
| It’s a bummer you look dumber always hating |
| Go and sell your soul to satan |
| Or just sit inside your room steady waiting |
| Masturbating |
| Get it |
| Yuh yuh yuh yuh |
| Everybody’s greedy |
| Yuh yuh yuh yuh |
| Please don’t feed the needy |
| Bury all your money |
| Or go spend it on a neckless |
| And then smile cuz it’s funny |
| The infection causing sepsis in us |
| Shit talkers |
| Big robbers all you people evil |
| Like to put you on my easel |
| You a ferret or a weasel |
| Rodent |
| Where the marijuana potent |
| And the opiates are coated |
| And the city full loaded wit it |
| White light when I sniff paint thinner |
| Imma eat a ramen when I go make dinner |
| Go figure |
| Yakisoba so bigger |
| Cup noodle wack like a fly I might pin her wit a |
| Fork |
| Then i’m finna go work |
| When I get off let off |
| Pants and shirts |
| Imma dance in a circle |
| Hands Imma jerk |
| Til I can’t not squirt |
| Imma nut off a perc |
| (Lol this shit hilarious) |
| Yuh yuh yuh yuh |
| What you say me lady? |
| Yuh yuh yuh yuh |
| This is la baby! |
| Yuh yuh yuh yuh |
| I can tell they hate me |
| That is why I love them so! |
| Yuh yuh yuh yuh |
| Everybody’s greedy |
| Yuh yuh yuh yuh |
| Please don’t feed the needy |
| Bury all your money |
| Or go spend it on a neckless |
| And then smile cuz it’s funny |
| The infection causing sepsis in us |
| Fuck fuck fuck fuck |
| I’m stuck in the city |
| Fuck fuck fuck fuck |
| She got massive titties |
| Suck suck suck suck |
| Like little kiddie |
| Tryna get a lil bit mo |
| Yuh yuh yuh yuh |
| Fade away |
| She just wanna party all the time |
| When you’re sitting in the club |
| All alone in the night |
| And the fellas walk up on you |
| And insinuate a fight |
| Not right |
| The sun is coming up |
| Man the city got bright |
| It’s so early in the morning |
| Man a nigga pot light |
| And she just wanna party all the time |
| Shake it she shake it better |
| When I be on her mind |
| Tell lil mama when I see her Imma |
| Try and get inside |
| After smoking and reefer toking |
| I’m higher than the sky |
| Look at my swagger when I’m walking down the street |
| Ha ha ha |
| Sizzle like the griddle when the meat get |
| Hot hot |
| I be riding in a drop top |
| Flexing what these other people got not |
| Huh huh |
| Neon lights over head distract |
| From the signs all around you |
| Suburban cats |
| Die in the city covered in rats |
| Where the dog eat dog |
| And the piggies wear hats |
| Fuck the police |
| And government too |
| Why fill the streets |
| With the stubbornest dudes |
| Who got no love for you |
| Or anything else |
| Riot as the people |
| Make deafening yells |
| And she just wanna party all the time |
| Shake it she shake it better |
| When I be on her mind |
| Tell lil mama when I see her Imma |
| Try and get inside |
| After smoking and reefer toking |
| I’m higher than the sky |
| And she just wanna party all the time |
| And she just wanna party all the time |
| In the streets |
| Nicky needs |
| Satan lives in Hollywood |
| Los Angeles |
| Faking making all be good |
| Not scandalous |
| Satan lives in Hollywood |
| Nicky needs you to sell your soul |
| So he can purchase more internet pull |
| Nicky «please"he says «fill that hole |
| In your heart with some numbers» |
| «You sound old!» |
| Nicky thinks that we’re offensive right? |
| Bitch stick to taking that expensive pipe |
| Nicky mad that he irrelevant now |
| Know «Nicky's Satan"for ya betterment how |
| Satan lives in Hollywood |
| Underneath ya damn nose |
| Hollywood is where the Nicky boy stay |
| Nicky’s good he’s very happy and gay |
| Exploiting artists for their talent and pay |
| Die you monster we don’t care what you say |
| We the spider gang |
| And we’ll kill the devil |
| Mother fuckers mad they can’t be on our level |
| You kick up dust we’ll never let the dirt settle |
| Nicky sees us making modern art |
| Metal! |
| Satan lives in Hollywood |
| Underneath ya damn nose |
| What you’re doing probably good |
| As long as you keep that pose |
| Other people’s talent what the Nicky boy need |
| Nicky likes boys so get on your knees |
| Quickly rip up every offer he make |
| Cuz Nicky lays upon an altar of snakes |
| Chilling drinking by the side of a lake |
| Do ya thing and get a little bit baked |
| Why your car don’t got a functioning brake |
| Might bail the fuck out just bail the fuck out |
| The devil wants you to sign the deal |
| The devil wants you to sign the deal |
| The devil wants you to cry and kneel |
| The devil wants you to sign the deal |
| The devil wants you to sign the paper |
| The devil wants you now and not later |
| The devil wants to remove your haters |
| From the earth and create you greater |
| Satan lives in Hollywood |
| Underneath ya damn nose |
| Yuh yuh yuh yuh… |
| Satan lives in Hollywood |
| Underneath ya damn nose |
| God save me please |
| God save me |
| God save me please |
| God save me |
| God save me please |
| God save me |
| God save me please |
| Please save me |