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letra de state 2 state - 1300 hellboy

[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

- 1300 hellboy

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