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lirik lagu golden globe – 1300 hellboy

[verse 1]
she want her then bands, she get her a man
start taking them meds, now she up in sp*ce
i pull up in lambs, you flex on the gram
you n*ggas a scam, yo sh*t is all fake
diamonds they hit got a two toned face
said my pockets they eating, no food on plates
we a bring the chops out, like screw oh wait
slimey a get it , know he bout business
remember i wanted my cash up
all a n*gga do is cash talk
remember hoes passed my ass up
now all the same hoes got they ass out
i don’t even really wanna claim this fame no more
my n*gga i’m passed clout
wake up i got them bands on me
seen the racks on me and passed out
need a richard millie charm, diamonds dance on my arm
i’m the goat no farm, we just got done touring
b*tch you late, heard ya mixtape
that sh*t was boring
on me they snoring, gotta set they alarms
they say h*llboy is the gunna of cincy
if it’s yo main b*tch i’m f*cking she pretty
ain’t mean to be late, i was stuck in a bentley
and now i hop out and i’m stunting like diddy
n*ggas they hate, they be stuck in the city
getting so angry, they ain’t f*cking with me
bad ass b*tch, i might f*ck she from houston
she do anything when she gone off the henny, aye

[chorus]
one, two, three, four
the world inside my hands
gone make it a golden globe
the b*tch got mad at me
just cause i was f*cking, hoes
but i told her i want neck
just neck b*tch nothing, more
got chops might bust, and blow
got what, what, goose
might wanna duck and roll
my gang might up, the poll
yo b*tch she was gone eat me like a lunch*able
then i had to break her heart
cause i don’t love no hoe

[verse 2]
these n*ggas they wouldn’t get it
they look at all my wrist is sick
know n*ggas that’s whipping birds
in the kitchen whipping pigeon sh*t
hit ya main b*tch, i hit and dip
only like the b*tch for her tits she thick
pop another tesla pill no car
if i gotta switch this shift i’m sick
she like my post wanna attention sh*t
know slimes, but i know me some crips and sh*t
get snaked tryna hit but miss and sh*t
i’m hot, like a pan no grits and sh*t
pockets fat but yours on slim and sh*t
wake up just to slide in the benz and sh*t
i remember the times i was broke and sh*t
but it ain’t no times where i miss this sh*t
like mike tyson my diamonds hit
run laps around rappers i’m fit and sh*t
n*ggas they square ain’t in my circle
run circles round rappers i’m spinning sh*t
spinning get it wave, but these n*ggas never surf
for these days i had to pray, wasn’t sitting in a church
yeah, yeah

[chorus] (repeat x2)
one, two, three, four
the world inside my hands
gone make it a golden globe
the b*tch got mad at me
just cause i was f*cking, hoes
but i told her i want neck
just neck b*tch nothing, more
got chops might bust, and blow
got what, what, goose
might wanna duck and roll
my gang might up, the poll
yo b*tch she was gone eat me like a lunch*able
then i had to break her heart
cause i don’t love no hoe

- 1300 hellboy

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