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This is a true hollywood beat
Between bad times it was that I grew up
Few shake hands to be able to climb
They closed their eyes and look where we are
We moved like we moved the grams
I started with very little, but I killed
Trespass with several 'stone' in my way
I fell, but I got up
And I have a connect in New York
And another delivery through L.A.
In Miami the cars' sport
Burning on the floor, twenty eight
The party with the cut and the stick
The scanner turned on' and the blunt in hand
here nobody is made of steel
That's why I always pull her
First he ends up picking up all my trail
I do whatever time it is but I don't cooperate
They say they kill, yes, but the signs the sticks are black
Like the Suburban, front and mine knock you down
The babies telling me that they masturbate under my name
I know that envious abound
Crowning all that I invest
Many people left us who after death have not returned
Bastards that's why I never let go
Mandamo' I sew it for the apple
Living life like there's no tomorrow
I throw the fish and you're going to run out of scales'
In this life you win or lose
We have this but we go for more
I only have brothers I don't have panas
Between bad times it was that I grew up
Few shake hands to be able to climb
They closed their eyes and look where we are
We moved like we moved the grams
I started with very little, but I killed
I tripped over several 'stone' on my way
I fell, but I got up
And I have a connect in New York
And another delivery in R.D
In Miami the cars' sport
From PR to United States
From PR to United States
Nobody saw us they became blind
You already know that I walk through the preway, ha
And the one I'm talking about me came a while ago and I sucked him off
Let's go fast not to
To take out your teeth flow, to make you Guantánamo, ploh
I am original you are a clone
I have a message for your boss
Wherever I see them both I'll give them the melon
Because? Cause I'm in mine
It bothers you? sorry my bad
Mice like you are out there nowadays no one trusts
Ask for me in L.A. I'm the king on the West Coast
My feet are not travis scott
I have a full schedule and I haven't done my first show
Controlling the street and the hoes
I am the goat I am the goat
Up the TT flag
Lying Trap
The pattern ah follow, haha
this is holly
Hollywood, the street belongs to us'
Point me to Ovi
We know each other from Puerto Rico to Mexico, you heard Cabron
Do not get rude that we put you in the black trumpets
Ovi, Young boss
Here we are Rancho Humble
young hollywood
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