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halogen - vhs lyrics

[verse 1: renzo]

i pull b*tches like a motherf*cking habit
i got a ten*piece for your jaw, come and grab it
didn’t ask when i gave a f*ck about your family
f*ck up again, some bullsh*t b*tches sappy
pullin’ up looking sh*ggy in a soccer*mom van straight flexin’
d*ck out with a bad b*tch on my left, and
give me ten, i’mma have another on the right
you know, sum lil slight then we f*ck all night, yuh
how’s it feel that your favorite rapper ain’t a rapper
big boy flex, but another f*ckin’ capper, huh
pretty boy appeal on the p*ssy lookin’ dapper
make her fall in love with me then i drop the b*tch after
give a f*ck ’bout any new kid on the block
on your knees whеn you’re near me, i don’t wanna hеar the talk
sh*t outta luck ’cause you slop top on my c*ck
finna rock all these f*ckers on the way to the top

[chorus: renzo]

crack your skull open ’cause y’all can’t catch up
make sh*t and make it bump
i don’t need no tag to make y’all jump
’cause there’s way more sh*t where that came from
crack your skull open ’cause y’all can’t catch up
make sh*t and make it bump
i don’t need no tag to make y’all jump
’cause there’s way more sh*t where that came from
[verse 2: franklin]

in scooby*doo i write the plan, while i’m at it choose the trick
she can stand in front of line and back it up a lil bit
rappin’ with the metal makin’ salt, call us halogen
i’ve never been a role model, the problem be you followin’
marijuana come in rockets, dabs are rock and sh*t is flawless
gettin’ praised from the greatest, banned from the oval office
n*gga listen, when i talk, better drop your knees, got it
or i’ll knock you into*morrow where you still leanin’ out on vicodin
hold my peace close, i ain’t even said sh*t
just give it ’bout a year when the figures hitting six
hit my dms, “you should know better”
yeah whatever, i ain’t even ever heard you rappin’ on sh*t
bones crack on the curb that i put to your wit
n*gga i ain’t tryna box i’m tryna bust out where it kicks
come and check the mint, none of us are counterfeit
can’t catch up, homie it ain’t the spotter’s fault you can’t lift, ah

[verse 3: jorge vidrio]

i can’t hold a straight face for more than thirty seconds
no i won’t trip, fall into the beat you sent me
hold the whole d*ck if you gonna l!ck the head
that line was stupid, so what b*tch, i wrote it
no new sh*t ’cause i’m tired of expressin’
the same d*mn things like a duolingo lesson
caveman sh*t when i look at my reflection
godd*mn that flow sick, no sh*t b*tch, i wrote it
you wanna talk a little bit about damage
b*tch i’m legal, not afraid to do some to my record
oh you can see into the future don’t tell me
my horoscope says, i’ll punch you ’till you stop talkin’
look at ’em stop and stare everytime i start walkin’
over and over again, there’s no protocol for moshin’
poppin’ and sockin’ and rockin’, puttin’ a side of hip hop ’cause
where we going there ain’t no god, b*tch
[chorus: renzo]

[outro: renzo, franklin, *jorge vidrio*]

stupid b*tch, i’m a narcissist
d*mn right, only get down just for me just tonight
*you’re both right, no complaints only hate for you b*tch*
ass
(that’s pretty stupid actually i’m not gonna say that)
who’s your god n*gga i probably control flow better
gotta vendetta, don’t give a f*ck about them trend*setters
bed wetters always wanna front up with me
*better put your hands up, see the stains when you stand up*
they pale runnin’, mj, cosgrove miranda
sandra, got ’em screamin’ all over the mattress
it’s madness, fantastic our semantics
cap sh*t?
*nah, halogen only a fragment*

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