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letra de m0lliwh0pin xd (bay area freeverse) - king cobra hi c

[verse]
vampire gang
b-tch, tell ’em what my name is (b-tch)
just got some wock, n-gga (go, go)
shoutout to yo’ main b-tch (go, go)
shoutouts to the pack, d-mn, hi-c been on his bay sh-t (yah)
i’m rollin’ on that thizz, d-mn, i’m on my mac dre sh-t (yah)
yeah, i’m rockin’ at a show, i got these b-tches going ape sh-t (go)
yo’ b-tch, she tryna f-ck, i told her, “send me the location” (i’m on my way)
dismissed her
lsd on my tongue made my brain glitch
i’m mixing shrooms with lean, it got me on a different wavelength
(v-v-vampire gang)
need to pop a b-tch, i can’t f-ck her if she basic (d-mn)
post her on the ‘gram, i know she just tryna get famous (h-ll nah)
i’m tryna run it up, i know my n-ggas on the same sh-t
(heaven or h-ll, let’s rock!)
dye my dreads blonde, d-mn, hi-c went super saiyan (power up)
you talking ’bout them bands, now you tryna speak my language
need fifteen for a show, five hundred for a placement (b-tch)
it’s mister bl–dy nikes leaving prints on the pavement (d-mn)
(blood rain boys)
knock that b-tch n-gga out, d-mn, i got that n-gga blanking (go, go, go)
bl–dy ass sprite, that’s what the f-ck a n-gga drankin’
(bloodbath!)
bad foreign b-tch, that’s my asian persuasion (b-tch, b-tch)
it’s 120 for the gram, b-tch, it’s no negotiation (h-ll nah)
b-tches h-lla down bad suckin’ d-ck for that k sniff (d-mn)
what’s up with these fans?
man, these n-ggas on that strange sh-t (what the f-ck?)
i’m on twitter runnin’ wild with these fake allegations
a lotta n-ggas switched up
man, these n-ggas on that fake sh-t
talkin’ down on hi-c, i’ma curse him like a [?]
lil’ bro used to skate, now this n-gga catchin’ cases (d-mn)
lil’ n-gga fresh out still ridin’ with that stainless
coolin’ with my big bro and you know they on the same sh-t
all my n-ggas either rap, trap, scam, or they take sh-t
(blood, darkness, come unto me!)
b-tch
ain’t no b-tch that i can’t hit
hit my shot at every bad b-tch
i know, d-mn, i can’t brick
pretty ass [?], that’s who i’m cooling on the beach with
man, she dropped a point of molly in a voss and told me, “drink this”
a lotta p-ssies hating on the gang, tell ’em, “eat d-ck”
p-ssy n-gga, suck my d-ck, [?] main b-tch [?]
tryna get clout with that weak ass [?] sh-t (quit that sh-t)
made yo’ rent in three days, spent it on a outfit (p-ssy)
these p-ssy n-ggas mad ’cause i glowed up
got the pair of ice creams out the ice cream truck (yeah)
put that drank on freeze, hi-tech bl–dy red slush (for real)
v-12, orange dodge with the cherry red guts
pretty boy hi-c, make yo’ main b-tch blush
f-cking all these n-ggas hoes, prolly why they hate us (wow)
f-cking with a broke n-gga then she finally gave up (d-mn)
went and f-cked the whole gang and that n-gga still cuffed (dude)
in the party ten deep in case a p-ssy tryna run up
pouring bl–dy red sprite, d-mn, i’m pouring blood puddles (yeah)
n-ggas tryna read the play like we standing in a huddle (go, go)
i can throw yo’ ass a play but lil’ n-gga, don’t fumble (go, go)
runnin’ up these bands, b-tch, i’m flexing like a muscle (go, go)
give yo’ b-tch backshots, pull her hair like rapunzel (go, go)
f-ck yo’ b-tch in a pit, now that n-gga is a cuckold (go, go)
b-tch brain so good, make a n-gga legs buckle (p-ssy)
ksubi jeans, baby, simons belt buckle (b-tch)
bro toting glock 9’s, b-tch, i’m not tryna tussle
told that b-tch we can f-ck but i’m not tryna cuddle (no)
i’ma talk then leave a b-tch heart in pieces like a puzzle

- king cobra hi c

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