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wretch 32 - hulk hogan (remix) lyrics

[intro: wretch 32]
my n-gga hulk hogan
my n-gga hulk hogan
the way i ripped off my shirt like

[verse 1: haile]
in my zone, ayayay
my n-gga hulk hogan
she looking mysterious, i’m mysterio
so i’mma get my rays on
and my 619, oh
wrap around my ropes, only want [?] though
ain’t so small, i tell her loosen up
[?] fruity, man are rubicon
oh, we juicing on disaronno, she ‘voisier
looking like she’s in her zone and she say ayayay
ayayay, you (you)
messing with a real n-gga
you’re messing with me or you’re messing with 32
only being real with you
i’mma show you how a g singer do
say she rolling so we roll out
buss it open, buss it all out
she like a filled up super-soaker
she don’t ever bring one, i just give her motorola, oh

[verse 2: krept]
wait a minute, hold on
open up, why you got your clothes on?
i’ve been taking n-ggas’ tings since ’01
talking hulk, n-gga, that’s your hoe gone (ghost)
yeah, n-ggas really blown (yes)
talking all that sh-t, no, you really don’t (no)
kone feeling on her fake t-tties (what else?)
she said “why you being silly, kone?” (nah)
tell her bring it back like they’re lisa
yeah, i’m who the married tings pre nup
older woman, i’mma do her
cougar on my chest, n-gga, puma
nuttin’ gonna stop me, but a fed like
if i don’t do it, n-gga, wretch might (yes)
i can turn this thot to your ex-wife (true)
that’s why your chick got c-ck on her headlight (boom)

[verse 3: fekky]
about you wanna flex on who
you fool, i’mma show you what flexers do
uh, catch me rolling in that brand new coupe
cream leathers, chicken soup
yeah, this ain’t that fire in the booth
it’s that paul daniels and make your girl go poof
al pacino here in that three-piece suit
bare angels, it’s that lucy liu (bu-bu-bang)

[pre-hook: wretch 32]
buss the p-ssy open for a dolphin
let me swim into your ocean
free w-lly for a moment
you ain’t got a choice, you was chosen

[hook: wretch 32]
ice, frozen
kodak, enjoy the moment
ripped jeans and the way the leg drop like
my n-gga hulk hogan

[verse 4: konan]
got her in my bed
she a christian but i’ve got her on the edge
i told her “welcome to the winner’s world”
now buss that p-ssy open for a k!ller whale
big bum y big waist
take it to your house, put you in your place
i went hermes and got three belts
yeah, so from now, call me triple h
hefner, i got your ex’ top loose
my coat’s made out of dead foxes
your girl cousin keeps sending me red boxes
she like “babe, can i get sausage?”
(behave)
i told her “drop it low, you don’t have a choice”
and when i go deep, she make a bag of noise
i give her work, work, work, work, rihanna voice

[verse 5: avelino]
write my name in lights, not lists (lights, lights)
shooting for the stars, had to tighten up my grip
here’s a bag of weed, girl, don’t ask me for no lift
would’ve thought she had foot and mouth running up her lip, oh
pay me with attention, keep your lips closed
i can run the game on my tiptoes
if i show you the skrillex, would you dip low?
15, they ain’t flier than my zip code

[verse 6: wretch 32]
reversed slave college, yeah, i customised the piece
balmain sharp, i can cut her out a g
playing chris brown while i f-ck her back to sleep
wretch armstrong, there ain’t nuttin’ out my reach
i’m that rolex-wearing, big benz staring
they can’t sit near him cause they ain’t ric flair-ing
he said that there’s couple kis that he’s holding
super, how the boy a flipper when he’s dolphin?
how, sway?
that ain’t even right, sway, that’s a downgrade
i mean d-mn, daniel
in karate kid, you was the man, daniel

[verse 7: shakka]
oh, you’ll never know
how the chick made me feel in my soul
wanna wife she till i grow old
give her kids to fill a whole d-mn school like
oh, she’ll never grow
one night but both hands roll
riding through the fields like i’m django
spread wide like you’re tryna hide your toes
sugar-coat nuttin’ but a fruitcake
shakka-cise rep and make her lose weight
there ain’t no more sp-ce in my dms
cause her thighs so large, she could bake cake
ah, now i can’t hide a b-n-r
ah, f-ck it, i might just phone her
brrr, ting-a-ling, iphone ring
2k’s comfy and the dumpling

[pre-hook: wretch 32]
buss the p-ssy open for a dolphin
let me swim into your ocean
free w-lly for a moment
you ain’t got a choice, you was chosen

[hook: wretch 32]
ice, frozen
kodak, enjoy the moment
ripped jeans and the way the leg drop like
my n-gga hulk hogan
my n-gga hulk hogan
my n-gga hulk hogan
the way i ripped off my shirt like
my n-gga hulk hogan

[bridge: avelino]
don’t write my name on lists, write my name in lights (lights, lights)
told her she can love anybody
and i won’t make a fuss but it made her fight
they’re just tryna sink our relationship
i let them ride the wave, them i wave goodbye (you, you, you, you)
roll a paper plane, we can take a flight
oh, he did you wrong? i can make it right
i can make it right

- wretch 32 lyrics

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