Hollywood Boulevard* lyrics

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[Intro:]
(Chapo)
I [?] timing, yeah
Yeah
I put drank in my-

[Verse:]
I put drank in my Pina Colada
I put drank in my Pina Colada
We got them FN's and Dracos lil' b*tch
I just poured up tris
Put designer on my b*tch (Huh)
I put designer on my kicks (Ah)
I got LV on my wrist
XD on me n*gga don't trip
Three [?] shots in the Glock lil' boy don't trip
And my n*gga just scored on some Wock we [?] script
I ain't finna f*ck a lil' b*tch but the hoe gonna get me lit
After I f*ck then we dip, I got expensive [?]
Count up the cheese yeah I count up the fettuccine (Uh, brr, brr)
Ridin' down Hollywood Boulevard in a black Lamborghini (Woo, woah)
Me and my b*tch at the beach I just bought her a Christian Dior bikini
Aha, my n*gga ran through that hoe already you can keep her
We pop bottles, wе f*ck models at the f*cking four seasons (f*ckin' four sеasons)
I held it down for Lil Wick when they locked up my sleezy (Locked up my sleezy)
I'm a rich n*gga baby Moncler on me in every season
Moncleezy, oh yeah, yeah I'm greedy, b*tch I get the cheese
C43 4Matic sedan we up in that lil' hoe speedin'
I pop pills and I sip drank before my flight, it had me knocked off