Lil Durk - Went Hollywood For A Year (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Durk - Went Hollywood For A Year (en) Lyrics
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We don't move like street niggas,
we been movin' like a mob
I know street niggas want money, but
pride too big to get a job (Oh)
He say before he KFC somebody
kitchen, he'd rather rob
I don't ask when somethin'
go wrong, that's just my
relationship with God
Protect me from my friends 'cause some'll
take that shit for granted
Some'll take your shit and
run like y'all wasn't together
when you planned it
I refuse to say I'm sorry, that's how
I was raised, I'm actually damaged
I don't speak to DayDay daily, me,
him and Tayski always managed
I went Hollywood for a year or two,
I'm sorry, but I panicked
Tell your mama I send my love and
we forever gon' be a family
Big brother died at the club (Oh,
woah), I don't like to party or be
around it (Woah, woah, woah)
I made a song called "Backdoor,
" but I'm too real to
even allow it (Yeah)
You at the block with niggas
who told to get that attention
and you allowed it
Why real niggas gotta suffer and gang
leaders under that mountain?
Dead or alive, I never told, I'll
give a million to who find it
Dead or alive, I'll give
a million to who
I got too much love for Inky
D to put a K after 600
Tell Manny call my phone for
his books, I got some money
You got thirty dollars, then send it,
who said it gotta be a hunnid?
They remember what you did, but hold
a grudge if it ain't nothin'
Sippin' on some sizzurp, sip,
sippin' on some sip
Main circle killers, yep,
money, guns and whips
Your homie killer alive, you dissin'
me, nigga, it been a year
Fifteen million in jewelry,
though, like a jewelry
store, Smurk chandelier
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