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letra de rank5+m03!slash!(letzshake) - king cobra hi-c

[skit: travis touchdown]
am i ready? any time
gotcha
moe

[intro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah (heaven or h-ll)
yeah (let’s rock), yeah

[verse]
she say, “hi-c, don’t hit my phone no more, i’m through with you”
been on my mind, you don’t know what trying to do to you
right now i’m f-cked up off these drugs, i’m seein’ two of you
you never thought this way before, i know this new to you
40 with a beam, might end up shootin’ you
them hoes piercin’ through his body like a d-mn harpoon
these n-ggas plottin’, gotta stay away from goofy dudes
your b-tch, she on me, told her meet me at the rendezvous
shе like, “hi-c, it’s me or her, which onе? you gotta choose”
can’t catch no feelings with b-tch ’cause i’m in love with blue
she really wanna f-ck, i wanna f-ck you too
we f-ckin’ ’til the sun come up, into the afternoon
i’m with lil’ bro, we sippin’ red, i told him pour a deuce (yeah)
in this b-tch, i’m kickin’ sh-t in bl–dy yeezy boosts
i’m kickin’ sh-t, i’m fly as h-ll, don’t need no parachute
and if you really love me, b-tch, you’d get my name tattooed
these n-ggas lame as f-ck, yeah, they [?]
[?] i see you
hop out two-door coupe
v12, it go vroom
top down with no roof
twin glocks, matching tools
[?]
hi-c got the juice
[?]
just to touch on you
and to f-ck on you
[?]
i f-ck hoes in twos
i f-ck hoes in groups
i’m up and you lose
baby, just relax [?]
pull your hair, bite your neck
hit that spot, make you wet
baby, [?]
get on top, ride that d-ck and don’t stop
off a pill, ayy
she’s the baddest b-tch in the city
red bottoms and balencis (yeah)
fat ass and perky titties, ayy
[?]
[?]
e-girls, they look like pixies
s-x party, drugs in our nose, it’s a f-ckin’ frenzy
she say i’m f-ckin’ up her head, she said i drive her crazy
she ask me how i sleep at night, i told her like a baby
[?]
off the pills and [?]
[?]
[?]
toxic, baby, this our chemical romance
ayy, shooter with me just like [?]
they tote drums like a marching band
can’t get too close, i can’t let you in
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
chills up her spine, my hands on her body
look in your eyes, i can tell you want me
no turnin’ back, girl, it’s all or nothing
pour up two lines, d-mn, my cup so bl–dy
hit from the back, choke you out, we’re f-ckin’
lay on your chest, i feel your heart rushing
cash out on drugs and sanrio plushies
[outro: hi-c, travis touchdown & sylvia christel]
hey, ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (h-llo)
oh (h-llo), oh
oh (h-llo), oh
oh, oh
oh, oh
oh, oh
oh, oh (you know you really suck at your job)
life is more important than some job
that is why i am busy shopping right now
you, on the other hand, are busy k!lling people
because that is all you ever do
what? am i wrong
well, i guess not

- king cobra hi c

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