| Hollywood Bangerz
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| Never thought I’d see the day when you talk like a fuckin' punk
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| Fuck you, man
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| Yo, chill
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| No, fuck chill
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| You gotta snatch some collars and let them motherfuckers know you there to take
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| them out
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| Any time you feel like it
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| You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner
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| Get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to
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| Otherwise, you ain’t shit
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| You might as well be dead your damn self
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| Tryna tell me I ain’t shit?
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| I ain’t tryna tell you shit
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| I’ll tell your mama you ain’t shit
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| If I was a shorty, I wouldn’t look up to y’all niggas, ayy
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| Whole lot of fu' fuck shit, I can’t fuck with y’all niggas, ayy
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| My loyalty run deep, just know I’m stuck with my niggas
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| You probably dead, bullet in your head, leave it all up to my niggas, ayy
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| I’ve been dealing with problem after problem
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| How you his artist, ain’t starvin'?
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| I know you shot before a target
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| Thought it was easy, bye-bye to G Marshall
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| Turn up on 'em like I’m off a molly
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| Lift him like a dolly, hit him with the shotty, ayy
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| Fuck 'em all, no condom
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| Fuck it, I’ll never say sorry
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| I been really coolin' in a mansion
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| Shorty on me, said my diamonds dancing
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| Bend her over, hit her with the cannon
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| Take that pussy to another planet
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| Talk about me, I don’t understand it
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| All these haters on me 'cause I’m feeding families
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| Money on his head, nobody know what happened
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| If you pull up on me, then you know we clappin'
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| I could take your bitch and put her on a mattress
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| Boy, you love to make love, she want it faster
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| Niggas out here tweetin' like they been a savage
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| Dick ridin' lil' Marshall Mathers
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| Had to put on my turban like I’m Aladdin
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| Niggas out here cappin', Black Lives Matter
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| We don’t ever see you, boy, you like a shadow
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| Got him curling up, armadillo
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| Pillow talking leave you on a pillow
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| Nigga, come get a job from me
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| We got somethin' that’ll fix the issue
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| Bring that Wild’n Out chick with you
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| You switched up on me like I was against you
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| Fuck that bitch unless she been official
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| Damn, I thought you 'posed to been a legend
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| Now that boy all up in his feelings
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| If I was a shorty, I wouldn’t look up to y’all niggas, ayy
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| Whole lot of fu' fuck shit, I can’t fuck with y’all niggas, ayy
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| My loyalty run deep, just know I’m stuck with my niggas
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| You probably dead, bullet in your head, leave it all up to my niggas, ayy
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| I’ve been dealing with problem after problem
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| How you his artist, ain’t starvin'?
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| I know you shot before a target
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| Thought it was easy, bye-bye to G Marshall
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| Turn up on 'em like I’m off a molly
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| Lift him like a dolly, hit him with the shotty, ayy
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| Fuck 'em all, no condom
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| Fuck it, I’ll never say sorry
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| I lost some bitches that said they was with me
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| I lost some niggas, them niggas was bitches
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| Kept it cool, never did it for attention
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| Never had a gimmick, always been the realest, yeah
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| Used to call niggas big bro and shit
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| Look up to niggas, they on phony shit
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| Talkin' crazy 'bout me, I ain’t notice shit
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| Should’ve seen the fake, but I ain’t notice it
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| I don’t owe you, you don’t owe me shit
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| I bounce right back on 'em, I Kobe shit
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| Actin' like niggas ain’t told me shit
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| Fuck all that, fuck all that friend and that homie shit
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| Niggas ain’t fuckin' with me, they don’t know what to do
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| Pull up with the gang, that shit NCredible
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| If you my mans, then I never front on you
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| Not for no ho, see, that I won’t ever do
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| Niggas sneak dissing, but that shit is federal
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| Thought you was solid, you soft as an edible
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| 'Posed to make the money, but money makin' you
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| All your old music, we used to relate to you
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| Why you hate on me, cuz? |
| I never hate on you
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| Niggas talk about you, I would debate on you
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| Sold all them albums but numbers don’t make you move
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| These niggas fake
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| If I was a shorty, I wouldn’t look up to y’all niggas, ayy
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| Whole lot of fu' fuck shit, I can’t fuck with y’all niggas, ayy
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| My loyalty run deep, just know I’m stuck with my niggas
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| You probably dead, bullet in your head, leave it all up to my niggas, ayy
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| I’ve been dealing with problem after problem
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| How you his artist, ain’t starvin'?
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| I know you shot before a target
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| Thought it was easy, bye-bye to G Marshall
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| Turn up on 'em like I’m off a molly
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| Lift him like a dolly, hit him with the shotty, ayy
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| Fuck 'em all, no condom
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| Fuck it, I’ll never say sorry
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| Hollywood Bangerz
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| Used to look up to y’all niggas
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| Damn, used to look up to y’all niggas
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| Used to look up to y’all niggas, ayy
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| Damn, I used to look up to y’all niggas
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| Now, y’all just a bunch of fuck niggas |