Fekky - Hulk Hogan (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Wretch 32] My n***a Hulk Hogan My n***a Hulk Hogan The way I ripped off my shirt like [Verse 1: Haile] In my zone, ayayay My n***a 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***a 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***as' tings since '01 Talking Hulk, n***a, that's your hoe gone (ghost) Yeah, n***as really blown (yes) Talking all that sh**, no, you really don't (no) Kone feeling on her fake titties (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***a, Puma Nuttin' gonna stop me, but a fed like If I don't do it, n***a, Wretch might (yes) I can turn this thot to your ex-wife (true) That's why your chick got co*k 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**y open for a dolphin Let me swim into your ocean Free Willy 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***a 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**y open for a k**er 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** 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 damn, 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 damn 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 space in my DMs Cause her thighs so large, she could bake cake Ah, now I can't hide a bo*er Ah, f** 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**y open for a dolphin Let me swim into your ocean Free Willy 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***a Hulk Hogan My n***a Hulk Hogan My n***a Hulk Hogan The way I ripped off my shirt like My n***a 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