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1300 hellboy – state 2 state lyrics

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[intro]
(mike, mike, mike
what day is it mike?)
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
diamonds on face, go state to state
i traveled in wraiths, still showing up late
she tried to take d#ck, but get poked in her face
ain’t gotta say sh#t, i know i’m the greats
go shopping for fits, she said she want bape
i’m like a fat kid, i want me some cake
you playing both sides and you won’t escape
we taking ya lives, get shot in the face
i’m one with god, i trust in my faith
it come with the job, either love or they hate
bout my business, ain’t no f#cking mistakes
i’m high as heaven, i get stuck at the gates
i want some cash, go spend it on fits
these n#ggas is mad, ain’t sending a diss
i’m getting the bag, you fiddle with cents
been getting this cash, my n#gga we lit

[verse]
money and sh#t, hundreds and sh#t
know the plug cord, like it’s bungee and sh#t
we a wipe ya nose like it’s runny and sh#t
got it out the dirt clothes they was muddy and sh#t
look at my wrist it’s was sunny and sh#t
foreign hoes out the foreigns we back out
she wanna fly out, think i’m dummy and sh#t
just to go to the mall and get money and sh#t
i cannot go, go to the bank
ysl clique with my boys i got rank
green it stay on me, won’t pull up in tanks
put the crack in her crack like a broken up vase
claim he got loud, n#gga this shake
oscar i’m proud, sitting in wraiths
my n#ggas might pull up in benzs today
to show you new n#ggas this sh#t is not fake
you n#ggas is fake probably fake as ya chain
been a couple of years since she text cause you lame
and to i don’t compare, don’t remember ya name
i been rapping since 12, and i still been the same
i don’t write none for sh#t, all this sh#t in my brain
my yves saint laurent b#tch, got her saying my name
think i’m off of the sh#ts popping seals i’m insane
so much money a storm man we making it rain

[bridge]
yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
diamonds on face, go state to state
i traveled in wraiths, still showing up late
she tried to take d#ck, but get poked in her face
ain’t gotta say sh#t, i know i’m the greats
go shopping for fits, she said she want bape
i’m like a fat kid, i want me some cake
you playing both sides and you won’t escape
we taking ya lives, get shot in the face
i’m one with god, i trust in my faith
it come with the job, either love or they hate
bout my business, ain’t no f#cking mistakes
i’m high as heaven, i get stuck at the gates
i want some cash, go spend it on fits
these n#ggas is mad, ain’t sending a diss
i’m getting the bag, you fiddle with cents
been getting this cash, my n#gga we lit