​​hollywood boulevard

[Intro]
Woo
JThousand

[Chorus: xofilo]
You can catch me in Hollywood Boulevard
Swervin' round the city in my new foreign car
No I can't chase a bitch 'cause I got no heart
Wearing high fashion, I feel like a superstar
All eyes on me, everything you'll never be
Dancin' in my Truey jeans, O-M-G, I'm such a queen
No, you can't afford me, everyone recording
Waking up to paparazzi, outside every morning

[Verse 1: xofilo]
I go to the Gucci store and I'ma blow a bag
And now the other boys wanna hit it from the back
These bitches say they better, but all that I hear is cap
They will never be like me, I got too much swag
I feel like a celebrity, I'm so pretty
I'm rockin' Juicy Couture when I hit the city
I'm an Enby popstar and I wear a crown
When I'm famous, I'ma laugh at all these clowns
You're so irrelevant, get the fuck out of my face
If we not friends, then call me by my stage name
I cannot avoid the cameras in my face
They're obsessed with FabFantasy, it's insane

[Verse 2: 6arelyhuman]
F-A-B, yeah, it's the dream team
F-T-P, you could see in your dreams
Look at me, O-M-G, I'm so scene
Look at me, I'm the queen of everything
Bitch I get it poppin' blogs are talking, ha let's go
They say I'm cocky at the party, bitch come to my show
We get it loud, get it crunk, how are we so live
FabFantasy I made that shit so we could all thrive
I do this shit for the gay's and the non-binary they's
You was talking shit but yo ass live in a cave
It's giving Patrick cause these bitches live under rocks
Talk 'bout how hard your life is, but this ain't no hard knock

[Chorus: xofilo]
You can catch me in Hollywood Boulevard
Swervin' round the city in my new foreign car
No I can't chase a bitch 'cause I got no heart
Wearing high fashion, I feel like a superstar
All eyes on me, everything you'll never be
Dancin' in my Truey jeans, O-M-G, I'm such a queen
No, you can't afford me, everyone recording
Waking up to paparazzi, outside every morning

[Outro: xofilo]
All eyes on me, everything you'll never be
Dancin' in my Truey jeans, O-M-G, I'm such a queen (JThousand)
No, you can't afford me, everyone recording
Waking up to paparazzi, outside every morning