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hi-c - punch god lyrics

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[verse 1]
superstar status
scat pack draggin’
hi+tec splash i’m a punch gang assassin
wrist on plasma, kush gave me asthma
run up on me, now he gon’ need back up
gimme 50 feet, lil’ b+tch back up
stars on my kicks you can tell that my racks up
stars in the chain, wrist on aspen
4g’s on the whip and it crawl like arachnid
hi+tec splash drinking blood like i’m dracula
too many hoes on my d+ck i’m a bachelor
two door coupe, v12 go faster
hundred on the dash ima’ newm right past you
(aye, go, go, go)
[verse 2]
too many racks told that lil’ n+gga catch up
too many hoes
lambo truck with the suicide doors
smokin’ on za got my face all closed
shop till’ i drop when i’m on melrose
my n+ggas in the trap and they selling elbows
ice cubes on my wrists and it’s cold like north pole
(yea hi+c man, yеa i’m finna really start going in. alright b+tch, let’s get it)

vеrse 3
tell me what’s a goon to a god
more money more problems
big ass gun, bet this glock gon’ resolve it
hole in his head, now his brain is dissolving
shoot his leg off now that f+ck n+gga hopping
shopping sprees often
sipping on blood like i sleep in a coffin
ho’s on my d+ck i got too many options
hit a whole in one with the stick like i’m golfing
f+ck her one time, cut her off, now she stalking
need dmt, blast off like a rocket
hit melrose poor drink while i’m shopping
i don’t gotta flex b+tches know that i’m popping
we don’t love hoes f+ck once then we swapping
if he get out of line feed his soul to this yop+stick
bape camo shark, you would think i had shark fins
body range rov’ needed both sp+ce to park it (d+mn)
i don’ sold my soul to this mop stick
i’m a young punch god, i’m a punch prophet
baby gassed when she seen them d+mn bands in my pocket

- hi c lyrics

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