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hellboy - clout dreams lyrics

karate chop head-ss
i just be smoking the gas
i just be getting the b-tches
f-ck the fame i just want all the riches
i just came in like this
flooded diamonds a patek on my wrist
50 thousand bands thats all on my d-ck
i got hoes, give a f-ck bout yo chick

i don’t give a f-ck bout that n-gga i karate chop on his b-tch
whipping the pot im finessing my wrist
hopped in the bed and i’m beating my d-ck
i get more head than a brush
my diamonds water, toilet flush
don’t f-ck with the pills cause they lace sh-t
im dodging yo hoe like the matrix

yeah i got that bag, hunnids on me blue
all my n-ggas savage, like we from a zoo
gave yo b-tch the wood, im feeling like a tree
i feel like bookie cause i keep that 223

run up that check on a weekend
i’m on the grind, i don’t sleep in
buss at a opp cause he sneakin
tried to run up on me now he leakin
young lowkey put d-ck that in a g-y hoe
now she want me but nah i’m okay though
my n-ggas run up when i say so
got that 40 turn him to some play doh

woah, ay
lil b-tch welcome to your tape
going mad, b-tch no bathing ape
l!cking p-ssy water drip like a lake
booty fat as h-ll, shorty got cake
gotta hit that p-ssy for goodness sake
hypebeasting n-gga covered in bape
if you’re a t-tan ima cut off your nape

i don’t need your money i’m paid
i’m flexing on n-ggas like everyday

i don’t your b-tches i’m gucci
i’m f-ckin these b-tches all in a jacuzzi

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yo b-tch on the d-ck she slurp me like a smoothie

s-xtape yo b-tch like a movie
my money got longer i feel like i’m uzi

or maybe like carti, sippin on hen, like fetty, a glock on my rari
no b-tch i’m not sorry, i play with the p-ssy like game, no atari

lil b-tch i got money, im sippin the lean, f-ck with my ebonics
no fitch abercrombie, i’m wearing the p-ssy want brain like a zombie

drag a n-gga like i’m united airlines
lil n-gga where is your hairline
n-gga talk about my gang, we pull up with dracos
turn a n-gga to some play dough
i’m in the bando im whippin the brick
ima just call that sh-t wrist work
got ya main b-tch, she at my crib, i f-ck your b-tch till my d-ck hurt
young lowkey stay with a b-tch, ayy
extended clip right on my hip, ayy
f-ck that b-tch then i gotta dip
she sucking my d-ck then i bust on her lip
might just pull up in a drop
might just pull up with a glock
i got ya b-tch she dont like no chicken but she gonna eat on the c-ck

your b-tch is a nerd
she give me good brain, this sh-t is absurd
sh-t on you n-ggas like i am a t-rd, i think outside the box
b-tches on me like just like hair on my b-lls, hit a stain on em like boo boo in draws, beat up that p-ssy like it is a brawl, i think outside the box

my d-ck get hard as a b-tch, you know know i’m watching xvideos
she wanna l!ck on the tip, she told me “let’s make a video”
she give my w-lly a wiggle
with my d-ck give that p-ssy a tickle
put my d-ck in her face
ask yo b-tch how it taste

n-gga ran up got his -ss beat
that sh-t is so sad if you ask me
but you know i just be coolin
took his girl now we in the coupe coolin
say im fake y’all can call me a villain
all this ice on my neck got me chilling
hit a n-gga with the beam
now he um leaking red like supreme

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