Hollywood ft. Shade Legit aka SHADES Lyrics

Gone for eight months now

I'm back in charge

I wrote all your favourite

Rappers bars

I can't call no names

Because they pay me large

Check over frame

That's what i record

Life over death

It's really not hard

Reap what you sow

Farm what you grow

Is it wifey or hoe

Your gonna need to know

Hollywood filled with cameras

Lotta reality show

What they talking bout

Metre stick walk

Whip pull up key start without

G wagon breeze past fast

Guts laughing out loud

Large amounts

Happiness from within all i'm bout

From the south side

Talking bout ps

Q or s t

Break w to vs

Do it in my zzz

Bitch get on your knees

Some top the list to

Stay optimistic

Cause winners win

Don't count ballistic

I'm in i'm in

I'm in i'm in

Five thirty let me

Check my sin

All is mine you know shades keep Them shook

Dead red past tense of a book

Ya outta luck look

Gone for eight months now

I'm back in charge

I wrote all your favourite

Rappers bars

I can't call no names

Because they pay me large

Check over frame

That's what i record

Life over death

It's really not hard

Reap what you sow

Farm what you grow

Is it wifey are a hoe

Your gonna need to know

Hollywood filled with cameras

Lotta reality show

Tell her to pop it

Money all in my pocket

It need to be in a clip

Cause this shit don't fit in my wallet

I'm a problem

Facts

Wild boy focused racks

Yall boys know too many rats

And i ain't dealing with that

I'm way too hollywood

Too star like

My girl radiant starlight

Fashion sense all white

Can't be left out man i'm alright

Shit

They get mad at the way that i'm Dressed

Tank top paired with sweats

Their wives wanna fuck me and That got them stressed

Shit

Run the game i run it

They know i came for the hundreds

Hurricane really want it

Who got the smoke

I need a puff

Can't go broke

I made enough

But i need more

Like a two dollar whore

The money overseas it's coming off Shore

Oh oh

Hollywood

Need a hindi hun

Who do bollywood

Need a naija one

For that nollywood

And they tandem so i'm coming Good

Mr big racks on racks

Big facts on facts

Your rap about garbage

They calling you trash

Gone for eight months now

I'm back in charge

I wrote all your favourite

Rappers bars

I can't call no names

Because they pay me large

Check over frame

That's what i record

Reload the thing

I'm goin again

I show up with her and leave with Her friend

Don't mean to offend

But my life is vulgar

Don't even want her

Just wanna fuck her

I will admit i'm the shit

What cole said get off my dick

You made her feel just like a treat

While she treating you just like a Trick

Light work

That's all of you

Wanna stop me

You need more of you

I'm four of you

Five of you

You lucky that i'm alive with you

You best efforts ain't no good

You ain't gully boy you aint hood

You gotta face the truth

You ain't ready for hollywood

Gone for eight months now

I'm back in charge

I wrote all your favourite

Rappers bars

I can't call no names

Because they pay me large

Check over frame

That's what i record