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hi-c – bl33d1ng luv lyrics

[intro]
pourin’ up that hi+tech, my cup bleeding love
f+ck her best friend, “hi+c, boy, what have you done?” (violence, it’s who i am)
i was getting brain in a range rover truck
my life is a nightmare and i can’t wake up (l+l+l3ft 4 d3ad mixtape)
chrome hearts on my t+shirt, and my jeans roarguns
i might f+ck that n+gga main b+tch just because (no one can stop me)
baby told me that she hate who i become
if you knew the old me, you’d hate who i was
yuh, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh
oh+oh+oh, oh+oh+oh
oh+oh+oh (oh, oh)
oh+oh+oh (oh, oh)
(there’s no turning back)
woah+oh+oh+oh, oh
oh, oh, oh+oh, oh (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
(blood, darkness, come unto me)

[verse]
gt 500 shifting gears
car take off, watch it disappear
cup full of blood, pourin’ bl++dy tears
i was way too geeked up to steer
bad ass bih’ wanna f+ck my peers
two bad hoеs, and they say they queer (i bathe in your putrid blood)
bring your friеnd, bro, we can share
say it’s love, but i’m not sincere
where i go, they stop and stare
blood stains on my mike amir’s
punch a fanboy out, he was acting weird
bl++dy knuckle spikes n+gga flesh get pierced
two of them, baby, don’t come near
chain light up like solar flare
f+ck his main b+tch, he was unaware
hit from the back, then pull her hair
f+ck n+gga, they just don’t compare
i f+ck hoes in pairs (bloodbath)
i walk inna mall
mike amir’s, copped every pair
zombies in the dark nodding off cry of fear
h+llcat demon sp+wn, gt with exhaust
snipe him from afar, make his brain do somersault
armor on my c+ck, b+tch, h+ll no, can’t f+ck you raw
chop, rip him apart, turn his face to bl++dy glob (time to die)
got a main b+tch and a gumar
put a big ass hole in a moolinyan
pouring up blood like alucard
two twin desserts, flip the car
i was on shrooms with a hippie hoe like midsumar
chainsaw on my chopper just like gears of war
red+eye demon, nine+tailed fox
high speed chase, gotta avoid the cops
twin glock knock him out his socks
f+ck boy, don’t get launched
b+tch, tell me, how many rappers did you f+ck?
b+tch, tell me, how many rappers did you suck? (die)
pourin’ up that hi+tech, woke up bleeding love
f+ck her best friend, “hi+c boy, what have you done?”
i was getting brain in a range rover truck
my life is a nightmare and i can’t wake up
chrome hearts on my t+shirt and my jeans roarguns
i might f+ck that n+gga main b+tch just because
baby told me that she hate who i become
if you knew the old me, you’d know who i was
[outro]
oh+oh+oh, oh+oh
oh+oh, oh (this is too easy)
oh+oh+oh, oh+oh
oh+oh, oh

- hi c lyrics

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