Ransom - True HollyWood Stories lyrics

Now throughout my humble career
I've dated a couple famous models
My friends say with your luck
You need to play the lotto
Now say the motto, money over
That's immature this little whore
Half black and half Singapore
Thing was pure, skin mocha, trim sculpture
Curse like a sailor
But honey was still cultured
She wore bandannas and swore
She was gang bangin'
But, real people knew the facade
She was maintainin' up
That ain't what's up
But I'm always down for a famous fuck
Approached her at this gala see
If she came to bluff
Kanye's 30th, Louie Vuitton store
The top floor
Custom suit's tailored by Tom Ford
"Encore, do you want more?
Cookin' raw with this Brooklyn
Boy" was playin'
I got this two step goin'
I'm lookin' marvelous
Seen her comin' towards me, damn
I could I start this shit
She comin' weird on some awkward shit
She told me "here
Come and spark this spliff"
Stepped in the dark with Miss
She started grabbin' all this dick
And I'm like, "damn
How did she start this quick?
Let's get up out this bitch"
("bring it on like this")
Now we headed to the Lexus
Stop me dead in my tracks
Talkin' some private jet shit
Had a shoot in LA, Christian Dior press kit's
Wanted me to fly
That pussy must got a death wish
Long story short, end up in Beverly Hills
I gave her heavenly thrills
While playin' Stephanie Mills
Call my nigga Stef, gave Stefan the spill
"Yo, you would never guess who I
Just blessed in the Hills?
Josephine my nigga, I'm that blatant"
He said, "I know her
She stayin' with Matt Damon"
"You talkin' 'bout the
Actor?", "yeah nigga, the actor"
"Well, he gon' believe that his
Girl's fuckin' this rapper"
Came back in the room
Shorty lookin' confused a mist in the air
Like what the fuck is these fumes?
She foamin' at the mouth
This is truly concernin'
It's like a Pulp Fiction
But she ain't a Uma Thurman
I'm thinkin' to myself like
"what I do to deserve this?"
She live the wild life
Let's leave this cougar deserted
I yell, "Josephine I'm out"
This plan's aborted
25 to life in the prison, I can't afford it
Her eyes rolled back like sex
With the last stroke grab coat, exit left
Right through that crack smoke
That's close, too close if you ask me
Got this bitch livin' lavish
How stupid can Matt be?
Now I'm back in my pad in
Front of the flat screen
Like, I hope they don't say where
This woman was last seen
Right, this the type of shit
You couldn't pay for admission
Somethin' told me don't go
Wasn't able to listen turn to FOX 5
You know they play with the system
Said she had a mild stroke
And she's in a stable condition

Yeah, fuckin' right
That bitch smoke crack, I was right there
How you gon' tell me? Fuckin' stroke