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hellboy - surreal 400 lyrics

[verse 1: h-llboy]
ay, yuh
i keep a strap ’cause these n-gg-s wan’ fight
if you see me i’m poppin’ sh-t off like a mic
i pull up to your spot and i’m takin’ your wife
imma swipe up your b-tch like a deed for the night
i pull up, and go be his father
400 sh-t i put d-ck in your daughter
keep talkin’ down boy you know i’m your father
i tap on your hoe send her back in the morning
boy you a savage? can’t rap on a verse
pull up to your block you get [?] like a nurse
stop talkin’ tall ‘fore your feelings get hurt
since you act like a b-tch imma buy you a purse
my words sauced, stop [?] yo’ best
and i got this literate, throwin’ that neck
we gon’ shoot through that bubble gum plow through that vest
imma d-ck on yo’ hoe then move on to the next
and yo’ b-tch playin’ my song
keep talkin’ that sh-t you get smoked like a bong
i’m applying that heat i don’t care if i’m wrong
imma tether yo’ b-tch speed it up like he gone
no, b-tch, this is a diss track
i’m takin’ shots p-ssy boy you can’t diss back
runnin’ yo’ mouth i don’t like all that chit chat
i swipe yo hoe you ain’t getting yo’ b-tch back aye
you can be my bubble gum
when i pull up, no talkin’? the cat got ya tongue
make a hoe watch ya wifey and fill it with c-m
you be kissin’ that b-tch with my d-ck on her tongue
take shots imma send ’em right back
imma deliver the smoke ’cause you dissed on the @
keep talkin’ that sh-t you gon’ fold like a mat
yo’ girl eating my d-ck imma blow out her back, woah

[verse 2: 15]
up in the trap shoot them n-gg-s like harpoons
up in yo block pinch you up like a cartoon
i did a drive imma flow off the marsoon
[?]
i did a drop with this kick like it’s tekken
better not talk if you ain’t got no weapons
lookin’ at me, boy you better keep steppin’
watch out like n-gg- i eat this for breakfast
six bands, six bands, six bands stickin’ out my pocket lookin’ just like a wrist band, uh
six bands, six bands, six bands spent a thousand dollars on a motherf-ckin’ fit man, uh
talk down on the gang we gon’ throw a f-ckin’ fit might have to hit a lick on ya clique man, got a f-ckin’ stick with a d-ck and my [?] got an itch, leave ’em wet, i ain’t talkin’ bout a kiss man uh
i’m a motherf-cking innovator you can never say i never innovated everything you writed b-tch i been created
i ain’t even mean to say it but i’ll beat a n-gg- -ss b-tch, you’ll have to get him rehabilitated
talkin’ bout he from the zone 6, i can probably make a n-gg- f-ck a [?] zone d-ck for a dollar ’cause he homeless, chromeless, i ride with the chromes, see my rims with the chromes and these b-tch n-gg-s foldin’
i can probably k!ll him with emotions, you know that one song? i made that rock song, i made his rock song, his grave a half a parade
why he keep talkin’? his debts not even paid
this not even my beat, but i eat it like some skittles
oh his ice, it been freezin’ lookin’ like a popsicle
better watch where you steppin’ lil’ n-gg- i ain’t little
better hop off of my d-ck, play ya bicth with a fittle uh huh

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