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 f*ck
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 sh*t
She comin' weird on some awkward sh*t
She told me "here, come and spark this spliff"
Stepped in the dark with Miss, she started grabbin' all this di*k
And I'm like, "damn, how did she start this quick?
Let's get up out this b*tch" ("bring it on like this")
Now we headed to the Lexus
Stop me dead in my tracks talkin' some private jet sh*t
Had a shoot in L.A., Christian Dior press kits
Wanted me to fly, that pus*y must got a death wish
Long story short, end up in Beverly Hills
I gave her heavenly thrills while playin' Stephanie Mills
Call my n*gga Stef, gave Stefan the spill
"Yo, you would never guess who I just blessed in the Hills?
{Josephine ****} my n*gga, I'm that blatant"
He said, "I know her, she stayin' with {Matt Damon}"
"You talkin' 'bout the actor?", "Yeah n*gga, the actor"
"Well, he gon' believe that his girl's f*ckin' this rapper"
Came back in the room, shorty lookin' confused
A mist in the air, like what the f*ck 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 b*tch 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 sh*t 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, f*ckin' right
That b*tch smoke crack, I was right there
How you gon' tell me? f*ckin' stroke