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elfen lied 222 - hi-c lyrics

hook:
f*ck it let’s do it

these n*ggas on cap on these keyboards
in the party hoe, got the shrooms in a jansport
in the push start what the f*ck i need a key for
hi*c powered up thats what the f*ck i put the beam for

tell me why these n*ggas talkin tough in they tweets for
all these rap n*ggas love to cap on these beats for

hi*c why you always mix the shrooms with the lean for
geeks spilled the juice on my jeans and my sneaks for

hi*c tell me what you f*cked the girl of my dreams for
got her sucking d*ck on her knees till her knees sore
m’s on my brain give me brain while i brainstorm
let her talk to gang on live and press record

why i let my nuts hang ten on her chin like
if that b*tch a 10 bring a friend, bring like 3 or more
10 on the gram but in person she a 3 or 4
baby you ain’t ever met a n*gga like me before
we ain’t even cut so what the f*ck she losing sleep for
why she let me shove it in her guts like a skateboard

i don’t need chanel double c’s just to lean pour
just to hold them sheets while i rock designer jeans for
spendin addiction while louis v and dior
seeing premonition from shrooms let me eat more

visions of me hunnid on the dash in a two door
if i crash, then my brains splashed on the dashboard
in a v12 b*tch it sound like a beast roar
let her talk to gang, kick her out like the landlord

vacusealed packs through the mail what them beats for
12 at the front then i’m flash thru the backdoor
stuffed his face flat, that’s what i’m in the party deep for
stomp a n*gga out thats why his blood on my sneaks for
n*ggas in my lane but they need to take a detour
just like taco bell feeding sh*lls like a seashore
and i’m still with l you would think i was in death note
mask on my face call me hi*c mysterio
d*ck down her throat kick that b*tch out like vamonos
yeen tryna f*ck on the gang b*tch adios
underneath a spell now her face gettin supersoaked
she my ariel got her wetter than a mermaid

hi*c i’m the heavy weight
in the ysl i surpassed him in everyway
just gettin hipped to the wave b*tch you very late
all these little n*ggas trappin now but they used to skate
b*tches know i keep p*ssy on me just like a filet
hi*tec boostin out my boy just like gatorade

we be passin hoes back and forth like she on a swing

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- hi c lyrics

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