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Ace Harris - Hollywood Be Thy Name Lyrics

[Intro]
SAK PASE

[Verse 1]
I know some niggas who roll joints in Bible paper
That shit gave me the chills (Chills)
I know some bitches who trade kisses for gourmet dishes, uh huh
And niggas paying they bills, uh (Bills)
Like a juror sitting courtside, side
A wide receiver or a shortstop, ah (Ah)
Know why you gon' shop, your heart is in the porn shop
Pop that pussy for a porkchop, uh (Uh)
"Well hello sweetheart, what brings you to the Westside?
A streetcar named desire? A whole lotta sex drive?"
Them titties is designer, and so is that vagina
Sugar daddy's got behind her, putting rims up on her Honda, uh
Traded in thе Saturn, nigga bought her a place
Bitch is jack-o'-lanterns, doctors carving thеy face
Pretty young thing, dancing rhythm is cold
Went from digging in the nose, straight to digging for gold, no
Words of advice, but was it worth the price?
To buy her back, you purchase twice the cost of merchandise
I say them titties is designer, and so is that vagina
It ain't tricking if you got it, here's a message from your sponsor, uh

[Chorus]
We all pose for pictures
We was going broke, stuntin' for bitches, goddamn (Goddamn)
Sick the man, them niggas is twitching
All the fake gold, niggas is itching, it’s a lynching, uh (It’s a lynching)
Middle fingers and deuces
All the whips and chains and velvet rope nooses, but
It's so blasphemous, but did we ask for this?
Ah, ah, Hollywood be thy name
[Verse 2]
Had dinner with my ex today, uh
Conversations about yesterday
Leftover arguments especially
How about how I bounced in that special way, uh
Art of the heartbreak, convicted lady killer (Uh)
Said I was lovesick, and she just made me iller (Uh)
Pussy's on my mind, dirt up under my nails
Southern belle's got my head ringing up under a spell
The writing's on your wall, I know your new man heard of me
Open your heart, and I'll perform surgery
The writing's on a wall, I know the niggas are lame
Open your legs, have a walk down memory lane, ah

[Chorus]
Ayy, hmmm, nah, hoes for mmmm
Uh, so, bruh, ha-huh for bitches, goddamn (Goddamn)
Uh, uh-uh-ni them niggas is twitching
All the fake gold, niggas is itching, it's a lynching (Rawr)
Ni-niggas'll deuces
All the whips and chains and velvet rope nooses, but
It's so blasphemous, but did we ask for this? Yeah, yeah
Hollywood be thy name (Uh)
(Uh)

[Outro]
Good girls go to heaven, heaven
Bad girls go to Hollywood, -wood
Nig', you came back you prolly could, could
Make you dance, see you prolly ugh, ugh, uh