Ricky Hil, Bonic - Hollywood Freestyle lyrics
[Ricky Hil, Bonic - Hollywood Freestyle lyrics]
Yeah, Limosa Nostra, it's a family
I'm cutthroat, cold water
What you think I get a nut for
All the reasons that I struck for
They don't dream they don't even got one hope
Best believe my L is pulling like a tug boat
Get ya weed up, if you need us
If you see us, can't breathe what
All the smoke in the car get ya hot boxed
Best believe we get kicks like hot rocks
This ain't the 90's but I'm high up
And I'm grimy head full of lemon drop
Drop the top down, drop a bottom down
Now the beat got so much bottom now
Mama that's what I'm about
CT but I stay dodged out
I'm dusted, stay brushed up
Boo Bonic, tell 'em what's up
Aye, nigga I got starletts
Red carpet, ready on my arm like scarlet
But lowkey freaking like charlotte
And we ain't in the city
Land of the big dreams
She knew my bitch that go to rehab
Sick dreams world that I live in
Whole buncha fucking women
They feelings get crushed like cold linen
Tippin' the womb i'm hot
Entrance & cold ending
Her mind and body expand I
Leave her soul spinning
Frisbee that bitch I'm a dog
Plus I shine out London you can
See me through the fog blow through
Chill til' I got back in my
Bag I was in around 02 so true
Them lights excite all the freaks and
Just like BIG we can do it every weekend
Blind side ya like M Oher, Sandra
Perfect position in the game nigga tantrum
But get equated with who we are
This is Nostra, where all our days seem dark
See, so I'm alone, waiting on my love to fold
So cold, yeah
I'm cutthroat, cold water
What you think I get a nut for
All the reasons that I struck for
They don't dream they don't even got one hope
Best believe my L is pulling like a tug boat
Get ya weed up, if you need us
If you see us, can't breathe what
All the smoke in the car get ya hot boxed
Best believe we get kicks like hot rocks
This ain't the 90's but I'm high up
And I'm grimy head full of lemon drop
Drop the top down, drop a bottom down
Now the beat got so much bottom now
Mama that's what I'm about
CT but I stay dodged out
I'm dusted, stay brushed up
Boo Bonic, tell 'em what's up
Aye, nigga I got starletts
Red carpet, ready on my arm like scarlet
But lowkey freaking like charlotte
And we ain't in the city
Land of the big dreams
She knew my bitch that go to rehab
Sick dreams world that I live in
Whole buncha fucking women
They feelings get crushed like cold linen
Tippin' the womb i'm hot
Entrance & cold ending
Her mind and body expand I
Leave her soul spinning
Frisbee that bitch I'm a dog
Plus I shine out London you can
See me through the fog blow through
Chill til' I got back in my
Bag I was in around 02 so true
Them lights excite all the freaks and
Just like BIG we can do it every weekend
Blind side ya like M Oher, Sandra
Perfect position in the game nigga tantrum
But get equated with who we are
This is Nostra, where all our days seem dark
See, so I'm alone, waiting on my love to fold
So cold, yeah