​​hollywood boulevard lyrics

[Intro]
Woo
JThousand

[Chorus: xofilo]
You can catch me in Hollywood Boulevard
Swervin' round the city in my new foreign car
No I can't chase a b*tch 'cause I got no heart
Wearing high fashion, I feel like a superstar
All eyes on me, everything you'll never be
Dancin' in my Truey jeans, O-M-G, I'm such a queen
No, you can't afford me, everyone recording
Waking up to paparazzi, outside every morning

[Verse 1: xofilo]
I go to the Gucci store and I'ma blow a bag
And now the other boys wanna hit it from the back
These b*tches say they better, but all that I hear is cap
They will never be like me, I got too much swag
I feel like a celebrity, I'm so pretty
I'm rockin' Juicy Couture when I hit the city
I'm an Enby popstar and I wear a crown
When I'm famous, I'ma laugh at all these clowns
You're so irrelevant, get the f*ck out of my face
If we not friends, then call me by my stage name
I cannot avoid the cameras in my face
They're obsessed with FabFantasy, it's insane
[Verse 2: 6arelyhuman]
F-A-B, yeah, it's the dream team
F-T-P, you could see in your dreams
Look at me, O-M-G, I'm so scene
Look at me, I'm the queen of everything
b*tch I get it poppin' blogs are talking, ha let's go
They say I'm c*cky at the party, b*tch come to my show
We get it loud, get it crunk, how are we so live
FabFantasy I made that sh*t so we could all thrive
I do this sh*t for the gay's and the non-binary they's
You was talking sh*t but yo ass live in a cave
It's giving Patrick cause these b*tches live under rocks
Talk 'bout how hard your life is, but this ain't no hard knock

[Chorus: xofilo]
You can catch me in Hollywood Boulevard
Swervin' round the city in my new foreign car
No I can't chase a b*tch 'cause I got no heart
Wearing high fashion, I feel like a superstar
All eyes on me, everything you'll never be
Dancin' in my Truey jeans, O-M-G, I'm such a queen
No, you can't afford me, everyone recording
Waking up to paparazzi, outside every morning

[Outro: xofilo]
All eyes on me, everything you'll never be
Dancin' in my Truey jeans, O-M-G, I'm such a queen (JThousand)
No, you can't afford me, everyone recording
Waking up to paparazzi, outside every morning