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king cobra hi c - 2s3at3r​(​keroro) lyrics

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[hook]
smoking on gas and i know that you hear
bro put a beam on the glock just to shoot better
one n+gga tried to finesse but i’m too clever
bag full of x’s and o’s like a love letter
bad little b+tch for the streets, bro you knew better
if you knew better then n+gga you’d do better
f+ck on that blue haired b+tch, hatsune miku
walk in the mall and start thumbing through blues

[bridge]
yah (bih) ahh (yah)
ahh (ahh)
ahh (ahh)
yah (ooh)
yah (ooh)
yah, yah, yah
ahh (yah)
ahh

[chorus]
yuh, she on my d+ck ’cause she know i’m a go+getter
i f+ck her once and then i let the bros hit her
she suck me up, like vacuum cleaner
she suck me up, yo’ b+tch a soul eater
i hit that ho out the park, derek jeter
i pour the hi+tech inside of a 2+liter
i’m feeling up on yo’ b+tch in a two+seater
i really want that lil’ b+tch but i don’t need her
how the f+ck you fall in love wit’ a broke n+gga?
why the f+ck she tell her friends that i go wit’ her?
i’m smoking gas to the face but won’t smoke wit’ her
she post a pic on the ‘gram, had to pose wit’ her
can’t f+ck wit’ these n+ggas, these n+ggas is weird
pillow talking, putting bugs in her ear
i cannot die broke, that’s my only fear
[hook]
smoking on gas and i know that you hear
bro put a beam on the glock just to shoot better
one n+gga tried to finesse but i’m too clever
bag full of x’s and o’s like a love letter
bad little b+tch for the streets, bro you knew better
if you knew better then n+gga you’d do better
f+ck on that blue haired b+tch, hatsune miku
walk in the mall and start thumbing through blues

[verse]
too many b+tches, don’t know who to choose
she know hi+c is a radical dude
diamonds on me come in so many hues
[?] ’cause i’m not in the mood
i’m not enough, pouring red in the juice
i’m pulling off, getting head in the coupe
i paint her face like i’m playing splatoon
i pop a bean ’cause it gave me a boost
smoke light green like [?]
got bad hoes on my camera phone
racks on racks, got hoes on hoes
walk in the mall got rows on rows
yo’ b+tch weak in the knees, d rose
spilt the hi+tech on my [?]
hi+c the one, b+tch i suppose
n+gga know how i rock and roll, yuh
[bridge]
(bih) yah (ahh)
yah (yah) ahh
(ahh) yah, yah (ahh)
ahh (bih)

[chorus]
yuh (bih) she on my d+ck ’cause she know i’m a go+getter (bih)
i f+ck her once and then i let the bros hit her (bih)
she suck me up, like vacuum cleaner
she suck me up, yo’ b+tch a soul eater
i hit that ho out the park, derek jeter (bih)
i pour the hi+tech inside of a 2+liter
i’m feeling up on yo’ b+tch in a two+seater
i really want that lil’ b+tch but i don’t need her
how the f+ck you fall in love wit’ a bro n+gga?
why the f+ck she tell her friends that i go wit’ her? (bih)
i’m smoking gas to the face but won’t smoke wit’ her (bih)
she post a pic on the ‘gram, had to pose wit’ her (bih)
can’t f+ck wit’ these n+ggas, these n+ggas is weird
pillow talking, putting bugs in her ear (bih)
i cannot die broke, that’s my only fear (bih)

[outro]
(bih, bih, bih)
blood, darkness, come unto me!



- king cobra hi c lyrics

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