Hardy Caprio - #Hollywood lyrics

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Hardy Caprio - #Hollywood lyrics

Yo Big up Still Shady Teks Sinatra 4:30 Yeah Hardy Caprio, South London Croydon Big up Daniel Bedingfield you get me? Don't trust me, I'm booky They wanna know what I'm on, unruly I do grime, do rap, do ends, do uni And when I'm back in Croydon I'm making a movie Come a long way from opps, I'm a BB saying don't shoot me rah Man wanna ghost yours truly But I'm still in one piece like Luffy I like calm, I don't like nothing bougie Bucket hat, black tee, black jeans Maybe the rips but nothing too fruity I never dress to impress for them girls love me like movies, talking and movies I ain't got no space for a groupie They wanna go on things, thats boring Girls come straight here, thats coolie-o Can't ask me "What are we?", we're done Back to the funds Me and Sam out on the road where goes we grind like [?] But see them man, they're right on their bums See them man, they're nice to their mums We're outchere, I'm on a different flex I'm active, I never see them go but them man love popup like LiveJasmin I'm old school like Bebo edits, I'm on the road now please don't gem it I saw your message on the reddit but I never got back, I'm calmer Never gotta beg it Had that girl tryna beat but I didn't Cause I don't wanna beat if I know I can get it Man don't get it, they're just roasting, man don't get it Yo I've been done with the ends, but I had withdrawals Cash withdrawals, bank withdrawals Might just phone uncle for the big ting Me and the maid get mad informal I put down my phone, pick up my coat Get out the door and hop in the whip I'm gone Mans got a link in narn but Give them a inch and man wanna know wah wah wahgwarn Hop out the whip what's good wahgwarn Mans been here for a set, what's happening Get that sh** hurry up wahgwarn Can't gas me I'm hardly impressed I won't go broke for narni and bress I'm stingy, I can't be in debt My sh** bands [?] Now make one hit like Trinidad James [?] ain't sh**, I can give her mad game Never got hats but a likkle man chain I was young, man got likkle man change Now these girls that would dig a man's name, they're hurt And they wanna dig a man's name Can't do Bryson Tiller, I ain't this Bands on my head like Nelly when Kelly I fade I'm older, I'm not younger I do girls, 21, no under Dead tings wanna ring up my number So no way man never give a bumba I'm older, I'm no younger I do girls, 21, not under Dead tings wanna ring up my number But I'm not Tyrese, yo I'm not Tyrese, I'm not Usher I won't take that girl, won't cuff her I like her for the bress and the bumper She like me cah I'm next with the bumba I'm not Tyrese, I'm not Usher I won't take that girl, I don't trust her I like her for the bress and the bumper That girl, she a ho, she a jez, she a badders yeah Alright cool

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