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paran01d - hi-c lyrics

[intro]
hoes back to back, why i don’t beat my meat
b*tch, i rock beauty:beast, i rock hysteric tees
pass a bad b*tch to me, f*ck her good, make her cream
i can’t pass her to you, you give hoes std’s
n*ggas*
hi*c touchdown in this b*tch, man
l3ft 4 d3ad mixtape, man (bloodbath)
yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go, go (l3*l3ft 4 d3ad mixtape)

[verse]
i put blood in my blunt, this sh*t got me paranoid
saw a demon in my dreams, i can still hear his voice
i just make one call, and them vamps get deployed
send a sheet to the mail, yeah, them stamps get deployed
hi*c too juiced up, i’m not talkin’ steroids
pop a pill in the mall like a f*ckin’ altoid
all these hoes on my d*ck, it’s so hard to avoid
supercharged gt, engine make a lot of noise
240sx, that’s my brand new toy
five hunnid hp, that sh*t make a lot of noise
i was geeked in the mall, shoppin’ on opioids
f*ckin’ hoes back to back, that’s the sh*t i enjoy
hit the mall with them racks, that’s the sh*t i enjoy
hollow tips in my strap, bullets fly, asteroids
two revolvers on my jeans, choppa seek and destroy
burn his ass to a crisp, send his soul to the void (f*ck you!)
and i got a rich b*tch, give me head in rolls royce
rx7 convoy, with like ten shroomie p’s
in the malls, saks fifth, i was wearin’ prada wings
and we spent ten a piece, made it back the same week
‘member back in the days, sellin’ sheet after sheet
you gon’ pay a n*gga racks just to talk on a beat
lil’ brodies wear guns, these is not truey jeans
i rock off*white sneaks, i rock chrome hearts sleeves
i got prada’s on my feet, now these hoes proud of me
in that v12 scat, switchin’ lanes, tires screech
n*ggas want beef with me, but they talk to police
b*tch, my belt louis v, yeah, my hat double c
i f*ck hoes back to back, why i don’t beat my meat
b*tch, i rock beauty:beast, i rock hysteric tees
pass a bad b*tch to me, f*ck her good, make her cream
i can’t pass her to you, you give hoes std’s
n*ggas left me for dead, but you sow what you reap
got a chop’ with a scope, sweep your ass off your feet
pretty boy hi*c, f*cked the girl of your dreams
but i can’t love a ho, b*tch, i’m still pushin’ p
pushin’ supercharged dash, 500 gt
or i’m pushin’ gold caps, and them double stacked beans
n*ggas pushin’ thirty tryna f*ck on a teen
got exposed on the ‘gram, whole world know you a creep
hot racks, hot flames, five hundred degrees
hi*c strong and you weak, boy, you soft and you sweet
swear he don’t want spice, n*gga, i’ll make you bleed
supercharged gt crawlin’ like a centipede
call your main b*tch up, she a certified freak
hi*c, i got hoes, from the west to the east
from the north to the south, i got girls goin’ wild
hit your b*tch from the back, and i bust on her mouth
n*gga, i don’t wife hoes, i just sl*t b*tches out
i just sl*t b*tches out, then i kick b*tches out
i just f*cked your main b*tch, d*mn, i know that you sick
n*gga splurged on them ricks, now you can’t pay your rent
hi*c got gold d*ck, give your main b*tch a fix
i don’t got a big d*ck, give your main b*tch a shrimp
i got k by the gram, give your main b*tch a sniff
four stamps to the face, i been geeked ever since
[outro]
(blood, darkness, come unto me)
(this is too easy)

- hi c lyrics

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