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letra de bl00d t3arz fall - hi-c

[intro]
-had a crib in the hills and it’s gated
d-ck in her guts, make her size up like guages
big ass gun, load it up, like some [?]
big body truck, pull up, all black ranges (l3-l3ft 4 d3ad mixtape)
roll the window down, bullets flyin’ just like raven
f-ck boys gettin’ clapped like a standing ovation
i remember days when pill poppin’ made out
rich off from pills, dope-sick, body aches in-
hi-c touchdown, man
l3ft 4 d3ad mixtape, man
let’s do this sh-t (no one can stop me)
rip, my n-gga kawaii, man
love you bro, huh, i love yo’ ass, bro
rip, mai man, love you big sis’
i miss you, i miss yo’ ass, man
what the f-ck, love yo’ ass to death, man
godd-mn, that sh-t got me f-cked up, man, for real
this sh-t crazy my boy [?], man
this sh-t crazy, man, can’t believe that sh-t, bro
god wrong this sh-t, man
can’t believe you gone, man (hex desert)
tryna keep my motherf-ckin’ [?] up, bro, man i really, like, wishing ya’ll were still here
and we got so many motherf-ckin’ fans too, man
i love y’all, man
try and keep god today
f-ck it lil bro
they tryna f-ck up, man
let’s get this sh-t, hi-c touchdown, let’s get it
[verse]
blood tears fallin’, blood tears rainin’
[?] chrome sleeves, rhude jeans like it’s basic
bl–dy red jeans, but this .45 stainless
big .45 on my waist, serenading
big .45 get drawn, ill-stration
bullets like giggs, p-ssy skit penetraded
brains on the wall, watch ’em splat, decoration
diamonds bright as h-ll, burn his eyes, light lasik
hot rod flame gt navigation
v12 coupe, engine sound so abrasive
chop’ with the sword, give his brain lacerations
f-ck on his main, i forgot what her name is
life a nightmare, everyday, it’s the same sh-t
just get a sniff, and these hoes gettin’ vanquished
b-tch drop-top, switchin’ lanes, i’m faded
so much k in the pound, need a crane lift
lsd tabs, got my brain stimulated
big ass blunt, full of za’, finna face it
“hi-c, bro, what the f-ck is you sayin’?”
spent like five on a chrome hearts bracelet
high s-x drive, gettin’ brain in mercedes
b-tch in her knees, give me brain while i’m gaming
b-tch had a crib in the hills and it’s gated
d-ck in her guts, make her size up like guages
big ass gun, load it up, like some [?]
big body truck, pull up, all black ranges (l3-l3ft 4 d3ad mixtape)
roll the window down, bullets flyin’ just like raven
f-ck boys gettin’ clapped like a standing ovation
i remember days when pill poppin’ made out
rich off from pills, dope-sick, body aches in-
same bars every song, they still call me the greatest
i don’t even trust, swear to god, i just say sh-t
i’m not talkin’ books, lsd flippin’ pages
thumb through them racks, right to left, like a manga
dyed my head red, d-mn, i look like ak-ma
stuntman mike, death proof barracuda
in that dodge viper, ridin’ ’round with medusa
top from a milf, gettin’ brain from a cougar
d-ck suckin’ lips, give me brain like a tutor
f-cked one time, in that life, i never knew her
bright orange dodge, thats the way i maneuver
shop ’til i drop, i’m a high-end consumer
[outro]
yeah, hi-c, man
l3ft 4 d3ad the mixtape, b-tch

- hi c

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