Smoke DZA

Hollywood Smoke Hogan
[Intro] Right I got two zips. Two bitches with tounge rings who suck a dick Young nigga tryna get rich I used to be skinny but I used to be broke too I guess that matters [Verse: Smoke DZA] Righttttttttttttt You know my slogan: Hollywood Smoke Hogan I ain't good with the slick talk, I put hands on you like I'm Molden And I ain't talkin' bout no boss nigga; tell me hitman earns, I hit hard nigga This that Clinton Correctional flow, shit a nigga got bars nigga Welcome to the Wreck Shop. Too much hard, that's what got my nigga Rex shot Came in this bitch just to get guap, lil' nigga I make the back of yo' neck hot I got a flight in a few. To the bank is my next stop Hot in the air, know the Jets out Lil' bitch over there bout to pass out Smoker's Club - OG - rose gold, big face Rollie My little man came whippin' in the stolee and I'm still on the corner like Boldy (Huuuh?) If you book me, I hope you got the Fire Marshalls right there Cause the Kush Gods and I smokin' on a veggies worst nightmare [?] From Letras Mania