Can this be him
The one I have waited centuries to see (Going brazy)
How strange
So far from his path that I barely see the promise of glory
Can this be him, this Hellboy
You claim you placed at top but you ain't take it from me
Bitch I'm getting bands
And I would stop if I ain't making money
You won't get a chance
My bitch so hot that it ain't even funny
But towards you she don't even glance
Left right wrist when she test my whip
'Tryna catch my drip when the kids just stans aye
You boys don't be trapping
Ain't do shit illegal (Bitch!)
My boy got two straps and he might shoot at people (Fa, fa, fa)
On yo bitch I cock back and my shot is lethal
It's H-E-L-L-Boy I'm hot bitch, no beagle
Got this hot shit in my veins Hellboy spitting flame bitch
Rollie diamonds Jason chain yeah I stayed the same bitch
Came up out the gutter basement to get me paid bitch
Now look at me, I'm a rockstar inside a spaceship
My skin is made of teflon I been through hell and back
And yo bitch she was wet for too long where Micheal Phelps was at
You niggas got Twitter fingers need to get a Dell or Mac
Cause best believe I'm 'wit yo bitch and you know you wont get her back
That type of shit won't get you far
It actually might just set you back
I know my pockets getting large
They cheddar now it's getting fat (Bitch!)
I know yo bitch just hit me up
Not boxing I won't hit her back
Mach 5 I'm speeding in the car
Like Kunta whipping in the back
You claim you placed at top but you ain't take it from me (Bitch!)
Bitch I'm getting bands
And I would stop if I ain't making money (Bitch!)
You won't get a chance
My bitch so hot that it ain't even funny
But towards you she don't even glance
Left right wrist when she test my whip
'Tryna catch my drip when the kids just stans aye
You boys don't be trapping
Ain't do shit illegal (Bitch!)
My boy got two straps and he might shoot at people (Fa fa fa)
On yo bitch I cock back and my shot is lethal
It's H-E-L-L-Boy I'm hot bitch, no beagle
I got hits stacked on hits
I got racks on top of racks
I got a bitch on a bitch
Throw it back then make it clap
Then only time I was getting paper was just sitting in a class
So I said I was gone make it had to get up off my ass
Meechie shit it's legit serve a bitch then take it back
My money green need some clips cause my boys is making grass
Aye, wake up then I get it I was thinking 'bout the cash
I had to get it liked I missed it, live my days like it's my last
ZTK - Hellboy (Intro) Lyrics
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Can this be him
The one I have waited centuries to see (Going brazy)
How strange
So far from his path that I barely see the promise of glory
Can this be him, this Hellboy
You claim you placed at top but you ain't take it from me
Bitch I'm getting bands
And I would stop if I ain't making money
You won't get a chance
My bitch so hot that it ain't even funny
But towards you she don't even glance
Left right wrist when she test my whip
'Tryna catch my drip when the kids just stans aye
You boys don't be trapping
Ain't do shit illegal (Bitch!)
My boy got two straps and he might shoot at people (Fa, fa, fa)
On yo bitch I cock back and my shot is lethal
It's H-E-L-L-Boy I'm hot bitch, no beagle
Got this hot shit in my veins Hellboy spitting flame bitch
Rollie diamonds Jason chain yeah I stayed the same bitch
Came up out the gutter basement to get me paid bitch
Now look at me, I'm a rockstar inside a spaceship
My skin is made of teflon I been through hell and back
And yo bitch she was wet for too long where Micheal Phelps was at
You niggas got Twitter fingers need to get a Dell or Mac
Cause best believe I'm 'wit yo bitch and you know you wont get her back
That type of shit won't get you far
It actually might just set you back
I know my pockets getting large
They cheddar now it's getting fat (Bitch!)
I know yo bitch just hit me up
Not boxing I won't hit her back
Mach 5 I'm speeding in the car
Like Kunta whipping in the back
You claim you placed at top but you ain't take it from me (Bitch!)
Bitch I'm getting bands
And I would stop if I ain't making money (Bitch!)
You won't get a chance
My bitch so hot that it ain't even funny
But towards you she don't even glance
Left right wrist when she test my whip
'Tryna catch my drip when the kids just stans aye
You boys don't be trapping
Ain't do shit illegal (Bitch!)
My boy got two straps and he might shoot at people (Fa fa fa)
On yo bitch I cock back and my shot is lethal
It's H-E-L-L-Boy I'm hot bitch, no beagle
I got hits stacked on hits
I got racks on top of racks
I got a bitch on a bitch
Throw it back then make it clap
Then only time I was getting paper was just sitting in a class
So I said I was gone make it had to get up off my ass
Meechie shit it's legit serve a bitch then take it back
My money green need some clips cause my boys is making grass
Aye, wake up then I get it I was thinking 'bout the cash
I had to get it liked I missed it, live my days like it's my last
The one I have waited centuries to see (Going brazy)
How strange
So far from his path that I barely see the promise of glory
Can this be him, this Hellboy
You claim you placed at top but you ain't take it from me
Bitch I'm getting bands
And I would stop if I ain't making money
You won't get a chance
My bitch so hot that it ain't even funny
But towards you she don't even glance
Left right wrist when she test my whip
'Tryna catch my drip when the kids just stans aye
You boys don't be trapping
Ain't do shit illegal (Bitch!)
My boy got two straps and he might shoot at people (Fa, fa, fa)
On yo bitch I cock back and my shot is lethal
It's H-E-L-L-Boy I'm hot bitch, no beagle
Got this hot shit in my veins Hellboy spitting flame bitch
Rollie diamonds Jason chain yeah I stayed the same bitch
Came up out the gutter basement to get me paid bitch
Now look at me, I'm a rockstar inside a spaceship
My skin is made of teflon I been through hell and back
And yo bitch she was wet for too long where Micheal Phelps was at
You niggas got Twitter fingers need to get a Dell or Mac
Cause best believe I'm 'wit yo bitch and you know you wont get her back
That type of shit won't get you far
It actually might just set you back
I know my pockets getting large
They cheddar now it's getting fat (Bitch!)
I know yo bitch just hit me up
Not boxing I won't hit her back
Mach 5 I'm speeding in the car
Like Kunta whipping in the back
You claim you placed at top but you ain't take it from me (Bitch!)
Bitch I'm getting bands
And I would stop if I ain't making money (Bitch!)
You won't get a chance
My bitch so hot that it ain't even funny
But towards you she don't even glance
Left right wrist when she test my whip
'Tryna catch my drip when the kids just stans aye
You boys don't be trapping
Ain't do shit illegal (Bitch!)
My boy got two straps and he might shoot at people (Fa fa fa)
On yo bitch I cock back and my shot is lethal
It's H-E-L-L-Boy I'm hot bitch, no beagle
I got hits stacked on hits
I got racks on top of racks
I got a bitch on a bitch
Throw it back then make it clap
Then only time I was getting paper was just sitting in a class
So I said I was gone make it had to get up off my ass
Meechie shit it's legit serve a bitch then take it back
My money green need some clips cause my boys is making grass
Aye, wake up then I get it I was thinking 'bout the cash
I had to get it liked I missed it, live my days like it's my last
Writer: Isaiah Edwards
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid