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letra de sakura freeverse - hi-c touchdown

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[intro]
-girl scout, thin mints in a russian cream
hysteric glamour hoodie, bape shoes and evisu jeans
bad foreign b-tch, hair pink just like sakura
gold caps, third eye, glow just like amun-ra
lil’ bro put a sword on a chop’ just like zabuza
put titties on a glock, let ’em flash like mardi gras
and this-
(surfgang)
hi-c, b-tch
(evilgiane)
go, go
(go, go)
hi-c man
go, go
(go, go)
(bloodbath)
hi-c touchdown
aight f-ck it, lets go
let’s get it

[verse 1]
hi-c, punchgang, let my nuts hang
n-gga cop a book of lsd and flip the whole page
all these different flavors in the ‘wood, smokin’ dope strains
lil’ bro the plug down in cali, now he grow strains
neck on chiller, wrists cold like an ice age
cartiers protect me from the light like a lamp shade
p-ssy ass n-gga talkin’ crazy from a fake page
keep speakin’ on me, all that hate just give me more fame
broke ass n-gga, you don’t even got a band saved
n-ggas broke and they starved, i can see these n-ggas rib cage
actin’ friendly, i’m like h-ll nah, you can’t get no handshake
tried to stab me in my back n-gga, two can play at that game
had my bro stomp a p-ssy n-gga flat like a pancake
i was broke but them racks patch me up, call ’em band-aids
louis v, checker board on my belt like a chess game
bape shoes, bape hoodie, black and white like a yin-yang
pull up, v12, scat pack, colored orange tang
hi-tech got my goons in this fashion, drippin’ blood stains
thigh pads in my jeans, pockets filled up with [?]
got a bad foreign b-tch, eat the d-ck like its gourmet
pull up, twin glocks on my hip, call ’em twin flames
[?] 2-door, ride past, watch ’em shift shape
n0bu, fogos, eating lamb steak
vivienne chain, and the stones pink lemonade
righthanded snake, cut him off, xavier renegade
right handed god, you get left if you in the way
i know that she yours, i’ma still f-ck her anyway
[?] told her call me hi-c the great (evilgiane)
i can’t let these p-ssy n-ggas get next to me
chrome heart tee with the vivienne accessories
b-tch eatin’ d-ck, and her friend was an accessory
prolly broke every lil’ n-gga heart thats instead of me
give that boy a head start, how you still not ahead of me?
you my son, you my kid, better not bite the hand that feed
i feel like a girl scout, thin mints in a russian cream
hysteric glamour hoodie, bape shoes and evisu jeans
bad foreign b-tch, hair pink just like sakura
gold caps, and my third eye glow just like armor all
lil’ bro put a sword on a chop just like zabuza
put titties on a glock, let ’em flash like mardi gras
and this ain’t yo class, [?]
hi-tech splash, pour a deuce, got me noddin’ off
all these lil’ twitter n-ggas on d-ck need to knock it off
punch a p-ssy ass n-gga in his head till i knock it off
[outro]
yeah, that sh-t man
hi-c touchdown in this b-tch man (touchdown)
lil’ freeverse man (h-llo)
n-ggas wanted me to go back to my old style man (h-llo)
sh-t man
how the f-ck i’m gon’ do that man, all these lil’ n-ggas done bit that sh-t up, bro
f-ck it though man, hi-c touchdown b-tch

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