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bullshit - hi-c lyrics

[ verse 1: hi-c ]
bullsh-t, that’s the t-tle of this sh-t
and when you hear bullsh-t, you say that sh-t hit
now quit, don’t try to f-ck with this
i just drunk some gin, i gotta take a p-ss
mmh… ahh… what a relief
all up in a girl i just released my beef
i keep huffin and puffin until i come
yo b-tch, give up the p-ssy and don’t play (dumb)
for your body you know i been cravin
the last couple of weeks my lunch money i been savin
to get your -ss in a motel
my d-ck is steady poundin and you’re the scale
so weigh me, wait, i’m about to strip
take off them clothes, so i can rip
that coochie, i know you wanna give it to me
but hey hoe, don’t try and do me
i’m cool and patiently i been waitin
skanless stuck-up b-tches, them’s the ones i be hatin
and when it’s time to get a d-ck-pack
they always come with that sh-tty act
(i’m sorry hi-c, we can’t go out tonight)
f-ck that sh-t, y’all make a n-gg- wanna fight
so hey what’s up, it’s gon’ be like that?
i ain’t gon’ ask you no more, i’m about to jack
now take off your clothes and lay down flat
cause that big fat p-ssy i got to crack
she took off her jeans, body lookin real pretty
i made a mistake when i asked to see the t-tties
she ripped off her bra, didn’t have no fear
that sh-t was slappin, clappin, flappin like elephant ears
i said “d-mn” they big as f-ck
a little bit too big for hi-c to suck
so i thought for a minute without makin a sound
it’d take at least ten minutes for me to wrestle ’em down
threw back on her bra, tied it up in a knot
slapped her on the padlock and said, “now let me see your c-ck”
she said, “ah-a, stop boy, that’s enough, i quit”
now how would you feel if i just slapped you, b-tch?
i’m hittin harder than a bullet, my rhymes don’t quit
i’m hi-c, hoe, so stop poppin that bullsh-t

(come on y’all, say it
bullsh-t)
yeah
(yeah
bullsh-t)
y’all n-gg-z thought i was sellin out
(louder
bullsh-t
everybody
say it
bullsh-t
yeah
bullsh-t)
keep slingin that funky sh-t
(bullsh-t)
how we do
(bulllsh-t
yeah)

[ verse 2: hi-c ]
the bullshti i write is the ultimate
not the counterfeit, but the legit sh-t
now trip, i’m the writer of this script
it’ll make ya hop because it’s so d-mn hip
bullsh-t is like a thief, it’ll run from your -ss
it’s sort of like diarrhea, just splishedy-splash
bullsh-t is bad, it’ll rough you up
like a b-tch with the drips it’ll f-ck you up
but then again it’s tasty like beef
like a b-tch suckin your d-ck without no teeth
feel good, now don’t you want that feelin?
big bullsh-t, that’s the stuff that i’m dealin
when i’m bullsh-ttin, here’s what i do
roll up a fat joint, grab a 40 or two
crack open a bottle and get to down that sh-t
i turn on the tv, watch some nasty flicks
now when you bullsh-t you’re not similar to crawf
you’re locked up in the bathroom jackin off
with a godd-mn nasty book inside your hand
that bullsh-t is for the average man
the men i know, hey, they like to f-ck
like to lick on some t-tties or get they d-ck sucked
that type of sh-t goes on in life
where you bust a couple fo kids go get you a wife
i’m the hip-hop hazard hi-c
and i will never quit, that’s just the itsy-bit
of the bullsh-t

yeah
you know how i’m doin it
y’all n-gg-z can’t fade this
haha
steady rollin with the punches
you know what i’m sayin?

(oh hi-c, oh, your music be b-mpin, boy
you got it going on
i know you’re makin money now
with your cute self
ahm, just let me know what you want me to do for you?)

[ verse 3: hi-c ]
i want you to f-ck me and suck me and never stop lickin
(ah-a, i ain’t finna do all that) nah, i’m just bullsh-ttin
cause deep down i really love ya
hey girl, i ain’t lyin, i put that on (? )
now what i say might sound like drag
but i hope this bullsh-t don’t make you mad
i know i promised you some money for you to fix your nails
but it always seem like we goin to the motel
but hey baby, i can handle this
all my homeboys say i’m so m-th-f-ckin skanless
that it’s a godd-mn shame
and young girls shouldn’t be allowed to mention my name
so what, i don’t care, i don’t give a f-ck
cause when it comes to p-ssy i just line ’em up
i f-ck one, then i say who’s next
hi-c get mo’ p-ssy than a godd-mn kotex
a rough rider when i’m f-ckin a hoe
i drop my d-ck like macho man dropped the elbow
there’s no age limit that i f-ck
but i prefer you to be 13 on up
i been servin bullsh-t, now have you got your share?
quik, tell me was it funky? (aw, f-ck yeah)

yeah
haha
and we just bullsh-ttin
y’all n-gg-z know
cause i’m takin over
tony-a in the house
yeah-yeah
we doin it
and the beat goes on
haha
that old gangster sh-t
all the n-gg-z in my neighborhood
y’all n-gg-z stay up
i ain’t forgot about y’all
yeah, all the homies
we gon’ flow on
born in louisiana, n-gg-, raised in compton
y’all know what’s up

- hi c lyrics

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