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gupp1 - hi-c lyrics

[intro: xaviersobased & hi*c]
n*gga, bands in my pants, bands in my wallet
n*gga tryna talk down, n*gga, man, you wildin’
i’ma always be me, i was young when i came out the closet
i’ma always be myself, yeah, that’s why these n*ggas watchin’
finna hit the mall, n*gga, go shoppin’
in the bank, lil’ n*gga, finna make deposits (l3ft 4 d3ad mixtape)
n*gga, i could pull up, tec fit, foamposites
yeah, but i ain’t tryna do that, n*gga, now you wildin’
woah, woah
woah, woah
hi*c, man
shoutout sophitia, man, shoutout my n*gga xaviersobased, man (i need more blood)

[verse 1: hi*c]
i been eatin’ good, i been gettin’ chubby (woah)
i’m a big fish, n*gga, you a guppy (woah)
i’m a big dog, n*gga, you a puppy (woah)
boy, you dusty, get yo’ b*tch to suck me
i been livin’ good, i been livin’ comfy, d*mn
hi*tech splash, that’s a bl**dy slushy
hi*c got the juice, b*tch, it’s no discussion
everywhere i go, b*tches wanna f*ck me
rockin’ fear of god, don’t believe in nothin’
off the tea and the shrooms, and i’m finna chug it
i put dust in my blunt, this sh*t got me dustеd
forest dust to the face, i can’t еven function
i was geeked on a bean, gettin’ top in public
b*tch, i’m not tryna cuff, i’m tryna get my nuts l!cked
n*gga cuffed on a treesh, you should be disgusted
all my n*ggas got chops’, strapped up like some russians
but the big bad wolf, choppa get to huffin’
choppa get to puffin’, in the club with my bro and these n*ggas gunnin’ (woah, woah, woah)
hit that spot, then i got her gushin’
we ain’t f*cked in a week, but she still cumming
call yo main b*tch up when i want some suction
punch a f*ck boy down, spiky bl**dy knuckles
you an incel creep, n*gga, you a weirdo
i got real mob ties, kinda like sopranos
i’ma let my nuts hang, i’ma let ’em dangle
yeah, the sun hit the shade, diamonds dancin’ rainbow
b*tch, i’m too juiced up, ain’t no b*tch i can’t pull
said she wanna rock out, okay, cool
[verse 2: xaviersobased]
n*gga, bands in my pants, bands in my wallet
n*gga tryna talk down, n*gga, man, you wildin’
i’ma always be me, i was young when i came out the closet
i’ma always be myself, yeah, that’s why these n*ggas watchin’
finna hit the mall, n*gga, go shoppin’
in the bank, lil’ n*gga, finna make deposits
n*gga, i could pull up, tec fit, foamposites
yeah, but i ain’t tryna do that, n*gga, now you wildin’
ride around town with that boy, we leave a n*gga flat
i’m with my n*gga glost, my n*gga, he just popped a flat
i’m in tennessee with st47ic, n*gga, where the exotic at?
crops go straight to my head, can’t even stand up
boy, these n*ggas kevin hart, they should do stand up
yeah, playin’ with them bands, boy, get your bands up
always be myself, don’t tell me to man up
oh, yeah, boy, why you coughing on that blunt?
two, three shots, huh, leave that n*gga dead
f*ck boy, finna take him to my bed

[outro]
hurts, does it?

- hi c lyrics

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