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letra de rackks on rakks - king cobra hi c

[hook]
rocking dior, cartier frames
pouring hi-tech, we call it blood rain
sucking me up, like she got fangs
she so in love, she tatted my name
bad lil’ b-tch and she from the hills
i’m on the pill and i’m rolling like wills
bad yellow b-tch i think she from brazil
she want hi-c ’cause i give her a thrill
i beat it up and it gave her the chills
no i do not give a f-ck how you feel
tryna get rich, tryna run up a mil’
told her i loved her i wasn’t forreal

pull up srt, baby pedal to the metal
hi-c rockin’ out, n-gga you not on my level

[intro]
hi-c, b-tch
know i’m rocking out
rockstar lifestyle, let’s get it

hi-c got racks on racks
hi-c got racks on racks
yuh
yuh, yuh, yeah, yuh

[verse 1]
hi-c got racks on racks
hi-c got tats on tats
rockstar life hi-c so rad
f-ck a bad b-tch on a acid tab
all this pain in my hear turn black
v12 coupe this b-tch go fast
bad lil’ b-tch she a spoiled brat
f-ck her one time won’t call her back
i’m so in love with poppin’ tags
n-gga been blowing money fast

pull up to the scene with a b-tch so bad
okay babygirl, i want you so bad
throw you on the bed, babygirl, lay back
f-cking on yo hoe, i got you so mad
yo b-tch on my d-ck, babygirl, relax
pull up to the scene smokin’ og gas
you ain’t smoking strong, n-gga we can’t match

[?] hit the chain, watch it shine just like armor
f-ck around on beans, on the condo by the water
smoking og gas, i got gas just like a gardener
boutta pop a bean just so i can rock out harder
and my pockets fat, b-tch but they finna get larger
she giving me brain, yeah she smart but her friend smarter

[?] yo b-tch, tell her behave
i broke her heart, she feelin’ betrayed
i flip a pack, just like a page
i pop a bean then go on a rampage

pull up srt, baby pedal to the metal
hi-c rockin’ out, n-gga you not on my level

[verse 2]
that b-tch wanna f-ck, had to fit in my schedule
pouring up two lines, of hi-tech and mellow yellow
racks on racks on racks, stack these bands up just like legos
hi-c broke her heart, she say hi-c you the devil
smoking on this gas, my eyes red like rose petals
you tough on the neck, but you soft like marshmellows
say you wanna f-ck, babygirl, okay let’s go
hit it from the back, m-ffled screams in her pillow
forgis on the whip, crawling like armadillo
tie that lil’ b-tch up, i feel like a black widow
hi-c cold as ice, my heart cold like a igloo
f-ck that hoe one time, then i’m gone, i won’t miss you
n-ggas hate hi-c, lil’ n-gga what’s the issue?
don’t make me wipe out, wipe his nose, like some tissues

[outro]
yuh, yuh, b-tch
yuh hi-c man
rcb, vampire gang, bloodrayne gang

- king cobra hi c

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