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letra de ever b - king cobra hi c

[producer tag]
cashed cobras production lil ho’
eat my p-ssy!

[intro]
hi-c
d-mn
(h-llo)
b-tch it’s hi-c and i’m cold as i could ever be (okaeri)
another hi-c? h-ll nah, it could never be
b-tch it’s hi-c and i’m cold as i could ever be
another hi-c? h-ll nah, it could never be
b-tch it’s hi-c (and i’m cold as i could ever be)
yuh… yuh… yuh… yuh… yuh… hi-c!

[verse 1]
b-tch it’s hi-c and i’m cold as i could ever be
another hi-c? h-ll nah, it could never be
beat it from the back, make that p-ssy [?] s-x with me
n-gg-s on that lsd and shrooms, i guess it’s 70’s
sticky icky [?}, b-tch i smoke like a chimney
trynna chase the check, run it up to infinity
can’t trust a soul, i can’t trust hoes especially
[?] just to sh-t on my frenemies
f-ck what you heard, b-tch you just don’t mean sh-t to me
f-ck being fake, b-tch you can’t get no sympathy
goofy-ss b-tches trynna feed on my energy
reptilian club n-gg-, this that demon poetry

[verse 2]
flex your main b-tch and she wet like a coaster
she wanna ride my d-ck like a roller coaster
bad b-tch, i super-soaked her, [?]
demons [?] my shoulders just like some vultures
b-tch i’m fly as f-ck like i stepped off the runway
in the bmw with my bro trynna speedrace
[?] and her p-ssy splish splashin
[?], blood bath, p-ssy stabbing
25i, acid tabs got me spazzin
sn-tch a n-gg- soul, put his corpse in the casket
new b-tch suck me like [?]
rip the b-tch’s heart out her chest like the aztecs

[verse 3]
reptilian swag, make your b-tch go for nothing
hi-tech splash on the ice like the sunshine
don’t be mad cause your main b-tch is crushing
she gon let me beat the p-ssy up til it’s blushing
[?]
surf in that hoe, got her p-ssy water splashing
kush pr-ck my lungs like the needles on the cactus
shine like the sun, burn the b-tch into ashes
hit it from the back, got your b-tch screaming “hi-c”
stars on my bapes, [?] like some nike’s
surf on the clouds like a wave in hawaii
and my blunt spicy and my b-tch pricy

[verse 4]
hi-c got the juice, watch me drip like poseidon
she a yellow b-tch, but she sniff miley cyrus
[?] her face with my nut [?]
made her fall in love, broke her heart, now she crying
bad yellow b-tch, she look like lil debbie
bad yellow b-tch, told that b-tch to give me becky
bust on her face and her chest like confetti
yuh… yuh… yuh… yuh… yuh…

- king cobra hi c

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