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letra de hi-tec - ceemenace

[hook]:

dirty sprite
hi-tec
rolling up them woods, got me higher than a jet
we turn up so bad guess why these n-ggas they upset
but we dont give a f-ck, we gone cut up, we gotta flex
f-cking on his b-tch, im sucking on all up on her chest
we pull up wit semis, dont give a f-ck about a vest
b-tches so in love cause i done turnt up on the rest
running up a check
want beef, we coming at yo neck

[verse]:

pull on yo block and we shooting like dice
if you play me wrong then we gone take yo life
and we strapped like the navy, so d-ck pick a fight
catch me a body, den i go book a flight
came from the dark, i just needed some light
go hit a l!ck if my pockets ain’t right
booking from 12, gotta get outta sight
smoking dat pressure, we running through lights
yo b-tch want me to wife her, i swear she a eater
d-ck in her throat that sh-t cut off her breathing
you can’t catch me lacking i stay my heater
and we running through woods just like we some beavers
he on the net, tryna call me a tweeter
keep me away from yo b-tch you dont want me to meet her
she gone fall in love, can’t do nothing but eat her
hit ha wit da d-ck, she say its dat sleeper
turnt wit my gang yea we do what we do
thinking sh-t sweet p-ssy go with yo move
pull on yo block and we strapped with them tools
we gone leave his -ss wet, like he fresh out the pool
i couldn’t trust em cause he broke the rules
og told me stay down and you can’t be no fool
caught his -ss lackin he thought we was cool
blew out his brains, shouldve paid up my dues
[hook]:

dirty sprite
hi tec
rolling up them woods, got me higher than a jet
we turn up so bad guess why these n-ggas they upset
but we dont give a f-ck, we gone cut up, we gotta flex
f-cking on his b-tch, im sucking on all up on her chest
we pull up wit semis, dont give a f-ck about a vest
b-tches so in love cause i done turnt up on the rest
running up a check
want beef, we coming at yo neck

(benji) :

[verse]
b-tch we got the gas , and the tecs , and the sprite , gettin money , f-cking b-tches , all d-mn night , test me wrong , b-tch we upping on them pipes , take yo life, b-tch we spinning broad day light , all my n-ggas , yea , we strapped up like sum dyk-s , i’m that n-gga , you don’t know me , yea ight , hi-tec , sippin lean wit the sprite , break my wrist up in the kitchen all dam night

imma water whippin king
watch my wrist my sh-t bling
high tech wit the beam
get in a jam you’ll sing
otm play for keeps
we got the brooms well sweep
i ain’t never lackin n-gga
i always toat my heat

[hook]:

- ceemenace

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