True HollyWood Stories

Lyrics

[Verse] 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 suits 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 L.A., Christian Dior press kits 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 [Outro] Yeah, fuckin' right That bitch smoke crack, I was right there How you gon' tell me? Fuckin' stroke