True HollyWood Stories
Popularity ยท Low
YouTube
Searching YouTube...
Lyrics
Now throughout my humble career, I've dated a couple famous models
My friends say, "With your luck, you need to play the lotto"
Now say the motto, money over b-, that's immature
This little whore, half Black and half Singapore
Thing was pure, skin mocha, trim sculpture
Curse like a sailor but honey was still cultured
She wore bandanas and swore she was gangbangin' but
Real people knew the facade she was maintainin' up
That ain't what's up, but I'm always down for a famous fuck
Approached her at this gala, see if she came to bluff
Kanye's 30th Louis Vuitton store, the top floor
Custom suits tailored by Tom Ford, encore
Do you want more?
"Cookin' Raw with this Brooklyn Boy" was playin'
I got this two-step goin', I'm lookin' marvelous
Seen her comin' towards me, damn, how could I start this shit?
She comin' weird on some awkward shit
She told me, "Here, come and spark this spliff"
Stepped in the dark with Miss, she started grabbin' all this dick
And I'm like, "Damn, how she start this quick?"
Let's get up out this bitch (Bring it on like this)
Now we headed to the Lexus
Stopped me dead in my tracks, talkin' some private jet shit
Had a shoot in L.A., Christian Dior press kits
Wanted me to fly, that pussy must got a death wish
Long story short, end up in Beverly Hills
I gave her heavenly thrills while playin' Stephanie Mills
Called my nigga Steph, gave Stephan the spill, yo
"You would never guess who I just blessed in the Hills"
"- -, My nigga, I'm that blatant"
He said, "I know her, she stayin' with -"
"You talkin' 'bout the actor?", "Yeah, nigga, the actor"
"Well, he ain't gon' believe that his girl's fuckin' this rapper"
Came back in the room, shorty lookin' confused
A mist in the air, like, "What the fuck is these fumes?"
She foamin' at the mouth, this is truly concernin'
It's like a Pulp Fiction but she ain't a Uma Thurman
I'm thinkin' to myself like, "What I do to deserve this?"
She lived a wild life, let's leave this cougar deserted
I yelled, "- -, I'm out, this plan's aborted"
Twenty-five to life in the prison, I can't afford it
Her eyes roll back like sex with the last stroke
Grab coat, exit left, right through that crack smoke
That's close, too close if you ask me
Got this bitch livin' lavish, how stupid can - be?
Now I'm back in my pad in front of the flatscreen like
"I hope they don't say where this woman was last seen," right?
This the type of shit you couldn't pay for admission
Somethin' told me don't go, wasn't able to listen
Turn to Fox 5, you know they play with the system
Said she had a mild stroke and she's in a stable condition
Yeah, fuckin' right
That bitch smoked crack, I was right there
They ain't gon' tell me, fuckin' stroke
Bring it on like this