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letra de rad1cal t0tally aw3sum - hi-c touchdown

rad1cal t0tally aw3sum lyrics
[hook]
woah, yeah (h-llo)
woah (h-llo), yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah (h-llo), yeah
woah, yeah
woah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
woah, yeah
[?]
[?] shards of the molly rock
big blade on the chop like [?]
hit the dmt, n-gga beamed right up
[?] and the doors lift up
ketamine lines like pixie dust
[?] on a pill, make his jaw lock up
all this ice on me like a hockey puck
backwood pack a punch like uppercut
running through this guap, got paper cuts
light a f-ckboy up, can’t pick him up
stomp out…

[intro]
yeah
yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah, h-llo)
yeah, yeah (h-llo, yeah, woah)
yeah, yeah (woah, heaven or h-ll)
yeah (let’s rock), yeah
[chorus]
yeah (yeah)
how you so radical, totally awesome?
so many racks and we totally off it
so many hoes on me, too many options
so many racks i can’t fit in my pocket
all these dead faces, i put ’em in coffins
f-ck up a check ’cause i know that she watching
stones in the watch like infinity gauntlet
vivienne orb and it look like a comet (yeah)
shrooms [?] and my pineal blossom
gas in the ‘wood and it’s green like a martian (yeah)
blunt full of loud got me feeling lethargic (yeah)
two-door porsche and the engine obnoxious (go)
[?] (go)
one in the head and the glock is so nauseous (no)
i pull the trigger, the glocky, it vomit (no)
groupie hoe keep tryna top me, stop it (no)
don’t check the price, i just see it and cop it (no)
ooh, you so good but i know that she toxic
don’t give a f-ck, i’ma hit it regardless
christian dior but we living so godless
j-panese denim, the f-ck is he rocking?
designer bags every time i go shopping
lean in my cup, n-gga, this is not coffee
[verse]
woah, yeah
woah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
woah, yeah
[?]
[?] shards of the molly rock
big blade on the chop like [?]
hit the dmt, n-gga beamed right up
[?] and the doors lift up
ketamine lines like pixie dust
[?] on a pill, make his jaw lock up
all this ice on me like a hockey puck
backwood pack a punch like uppercut
running through this guap, got paper cuts
light a f-ckboy up, can’t pick him up
stomp out his mans, go pick him up (おかえり)
i don’t want your hoe, come and pick her up
hit the hoe one time from the back, we done
rock yeezy boots, kicking sh-t like punts
diamonds red and white like a fire truck
got grams in the ‘wood, look like tree trunk
[?]
in the rave geeked up on the molly chunks
in the porsche two-door [?]
n-ggas nodding off on the hi-tech slush
i’ma hit his bae, hit his woman crush
[?]
[?]
[?]
hi-c juiced up, yeah, pretty much
want a young rich n-gga, she don’t f-ck with bums
[?]
tryna hit my blunt, b-tch, are you dumb?
you don’t got no guap, go and get you some
you don’t got no glock, go and get you one
yeah, [?], hi-tech my soul
hi-c rock out, yeah, totally, dude
f-ck on bad hoes, yeah, i totally do
she want hi-c ’cause she know i’m that dude
got a bad b-tch and she from the uk
she said, “hi-c, you totally [?]”
she give me top and i nut on her face
[chorus]
yeah
how you so radical, totally awesome?
so many racks and we totally off it
so many hoes on me, too many options
so many racks i can’t fit in my pocket
all these dead faces, i put ’em in coffins
f-ck up a check ’cause i know that she watching
stones in the watch like infinity gauntlet
vivienne orb and it look like a comet
shrooms [?] and my pineal blossom
gas in the ‘wood and it’s green like a martian
blunt full of loud got me feeling lethargic
two-door porsche and the engine obnoxious
[?]
one in the head and the glock is so nauseous
i pull the trigger, the glocky, it vomit
groupie hoe keep tryna top me, stop it
don’t check the price, i just see it and cop it
ooh, you so good but i know that she toxic
don’t give a f-ck, i’ma hit it regardless
christian dior but we living so godless
j-panese denim, the f-ck is he rocking?
designer bags every time i go shopping
lean in my cup, n-gga, this is not coffee (there’s no turning back)

- hi c touchdown

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