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Hollywood, Hollywood, oh, how I fuckin' love you I cannot seem to breakthrough from this curse that I've been stuck to I came in as a lil' man, but now my fuckin' nuts grew Today's the days our ties are finally cut loose, fuck you Uh-oh, it's my triflin' ass Pullin' up like, "Hi guys, I'm back" Goddamn, nigga, I'm so up that I can't get down, gotta skydive from that (Yikes) Won't see the day I might relax I ain't never been a nice guy, in fact Y'all wishin' I would try nicer raps Sorry, I ain't got the right mind for that (Uh-uh) Look how cold he is, pimpin' just like H-O-V is Y'all are Beyoncé and my rhymes stay inappropriate This is just how my show begins If you hatin', come blow me then Fuck you, here's some petroleum Give me my clout, you owe me it (Yeah) Whoa! Niggas better duck and run for cover Like it's fuckin' Iraq (Stay down, nigga) I'm pullin' a nigga from your ass, you ain't even die yet (Oh no) I've been headin' up the ladder longer Vever was a time I hit the climax (Yikes) Your career's goin' bye-bye, it's ironic you don't got a bypass (Yeah) Niggas know that I've been ill, man The whole time that I've been here I done made a fortune like ten mil' From the paper lines that my pen fills And if I don't spit it, my kids will I'm low key, but a big deal Hoes see me and they freeze up That's why they all on my dick still They tell me I'm too hostile, I am Picasso Bitches like, "Remember me from high school?" Nah, ho Came up in this shit killin' niggas with the hot flow Y'all ain't got a fuckin' thing on Hop Whoa! Boy, you better rock slow Who am I? I'm Picasso Take the high road ASAP 'cause I ain't liable for no nigga (Nope) I'm fuckin' hitters in the cosmos Got it locked, though Bitch, I'm Pablo Picasso (Mhm) I've been told the new game plan's to Make bullshit for the new wave's fans That you can't populate, so you take xans And flex on the 'Gram like you do make bands What?! (Oh no) They like, "Fuck boom bap rap, you can't win Save that shit for the Wu-Tang Clan" That's when I bust in like the Kool-Aid man (Yeah!) Look, I ain't the nigga who pullin' up Tryna get shine by how much the Rollie glow (Nah) I'm here to rain on parades, my sinister ways to fuck up the rodeo I do my shows and hoes be losin' Control like I was the Holy Ghost (Stop) When I deliver the penis it lies in the mouth, she call it Pinocchio Mmm, man, who want war with me? Bitch, I torture beats I've been born to beast Still I abort MCs Oh, so horribly Dog, your corpse'll be Right on the floor with these Feet that I'll stomp you out with This my house, bitch, and you can't afford the lease (Watch out) Whoa! Fuck all that Hollywood shit Over half of you not even lit that be riding my dick I got no problem with this I come through and your body get slit I could hardly resist Nigga, my hobby is pissin' on anyone I can offend I got no friends Whoever thinkin' they hot, go and tell 'em, nobody's convinced (Hmm) They tell me I'm too hostile, I am Picasso Bitches like, "Remember me from high school?" Nah, ho Came up in this shit killin' niggas with the hot flow Y'all ain't got a fuckin' thing on Hop Whoa! Boy, you better rock slow Who am I? I'm Picasso Take the high road ASAP 'cause I ain't liable for no nigga (Nope) I'm fuckin' hitters in the cosmos Got it locked, though Bitch, I'm Pablo Picasso Rock slow Who am I? I'm Picasso Take the high road ASAP 'cause I ain't liable for no nigga (Nope) I'm fuckin' hitters in the cosmos Got it locked, though Bitch, I'm Pablo Picasso
Writer(s): Marcus Jamal Hopson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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