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t1ll th3 3nd - hi-c lyrics

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[hook]
no more heroes
all of the n*ggas i looked up to turnin’ to hoes
got hoes on hoes
got a main b*tch, she was mad when she went through my phone
okay, i know
i pour a four of hi*tech, it got me moving slow
got rolls on rolls
that lil’ b*tch on my d*ck because i’m in my glo (h*llo)
okay, i know (h*llo)
she want a pic for the ‘gram so i’m striking a pose
okay, i know
i got a b*tch from the hills, i put coke in her nose
okay, i know, ah (ah)
ah (ah)

[intro]
(5k)
ah (ah, h*llo)
ah (ah), ah (ah)
ah (dazegxd, ah), ah (ah)
ah (there’s no turning back)

[chorus]
yeah, no turning back, gotta ride ’til the end
pull up in porsche and i told her get in
came with the juice, i don’t gotta pretend
b*tch from thе hills giving head in a benz
said we was through but i f*ckеd her again
get in that water, you sink or you swim
i burn a bridge, i’m not tryin’ to amend, yeah (yeah)
i f*ck her once, i can’t f*ck her again
f*cking two hoes and i think that they twins
can’t f*ck that ho if that ho not a ten
lsd sheet and it’s stashed in the fridge
seeing hi*tech every time that i p*ss
i f*ck her skull ’til it’s left with a dent
all that d*ckriding, it won’t get you rich (yeah)
[verse]
i pop a bean, f*ck that ho on the beach
i’m the x*men, counting blues like mystique
got a b*tch for every day of the week
she eat the d*ck, tell her bon appétit
she got a ass on her but she petite
i got them racks on me, i feel complete
i f*ck her once then i had to delete (おかえり)
he don’t want smoke, p*ssy just wanna tweet
we in the party, we like twenty deep
p*ssy got socked out, went like twenty feet
knock his ass out if you step on my sneaks
i need a bossy lil’ b*tch like kelis
i’m nodding off with hi*tech in my drink
pills in my cup, it look like boba tea
i’m rocking fazos, they don’t got a crease

[hook]
no more heroes
all of the n*ggas i looked up to turnin’ to hoes
got hoes on hoes
got a main b*tch, she was mad when she went through my phone
okay, i know
i pour a four of hi*tech, it got me moving slow
got rolls on rolls
that lil’ b*tch on my d*ck because i’m in my glo
okay, i know
she want a pic for the ‘gram so i’m striking a pose
okay, i know
i got a b*tch from the hills, i put coke in her nose
okay, i know, ah (ah)
ah (ah)
[chorus]
yeah, no turning back, gotta ride ’til the end
pull up in porsche and i told her get in
came with the juice, i don’t gotta pretend
b*tch from the hills giving head in a benz
said we was through but i f*cked her again
get in that water, you sink or you swim
i burn a bridge, i’m not tryin’ to amend, yeah (yeah)
i f*ck her once, i can’t f*ck her again
f*cking two hoes and i think that they twins
can’t f*ck that ho if that ho not a ten
lsd sheet and it’s stashed in the fridge
seeing hi*tech every time that i p*ss (yeah)
i f*ck her skull ’til it’s left with a dent
all that d*ckriding, it won’t get you rich

[outro]
yeah, ah, ah, ah
ah, ah

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