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letra de hollywood shit (die tonight) - summrs

[intro]
woah
jakkies on the beat

[hook]
i hope i don’t die tonight
don’t die tonight, woah
hope i don’t die tonight, yeah, don’t die tonight
i hope i don’t die tonight, yeah, die tonight
i hope i don’t die tonight, woah, die tonight
i might lose my life tonight, woah
i hope i don’t die tonight

[verse 1: summrs]
popping ’em perc’s tonight
off of that xan’, that’s right
sipping on drank, that’s right, whew
i just hope i don’t die tonight
if i do they gone remember me
oh, that’s rino in that louis v
started popping perc’s, it created me
up in a m3 off a bean
tatted my name, my parents mad at me
i don’t know if they believe in me
but i know they see this bee
so let’s go take some weight off they shoulders
crazy how xan’s gave me some exposure
i’m f-cking her face, we need a closure
walk up in the club and i look like a l!ck (l!ck, l!ck, l!ck l!ck) whew, bee
[?] i ain’t loving no b-tch (jug, jug jug jug jug jug)
it’s crazy how i spent a k on my kicks (d-mn, it’s amazing)
i’m finna get back on my hollywood sh-t (woah, hollywood sh-t)
the rafs i was finna cop me some ricks (cop me some ricks, woah, yeah)
in a panamera now i think i’m the sh-t (think i’m the sh-t, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
f-ck it the whole camera finna take us some fl!cks (finna take us some fl!cks, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i ain’t going to the party without a stick (without a stick, stick, woah)
that’s how you got to move when you a lil’ pr-ck (that’s how you got to move when you a lil’)
my whole outfit d-mn near cost me a brick (outfit d-mn near cost me a, woah)
got the g2, n-gga, let me show you a trick (show you a trick, abracadabra)
voilà, that boy turn into bits (turn into bits, godd-mn)
stick on me, got some drug money
f-ck that, where the money?
get away, boy you acting funny
walk up in saks with some jugg money

[verse 2: vyne]
my n-ggas they carry, they keep a lil’ gl!ck (ha, yeah, the gl!ck)
i ain’t the one so watch who you pick
you want the smoke that i’m sparking and sh-t
twin uzis on me no autumar wick, yeah
n-gga play then he get that fire
i just want moolah
i don’t want your thot, nah, nah, nah (oh no)
i just want to count moolah
i’m rocking that foreign, you rocking fila
bad little b-tch she call me papa
i make you whew, tada
hold you for ransom like you was teka, ha
scorred on the pint, summrs -ssist
the k get you gone you sleeping with the fish
you want you a feat, n-gga, what’s your budget?
real n-ggas move slilent but you gossip like a b-tch
i ain’t with that talking so n-gga, just get you a gl!ck
your whole fit cost a piece of my wrist
i’m at the[?] while you eating at mc’s
get me some chrom3h3arts for the alex, yeah, mix it up

- summrs

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