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king cobra hi c - london lauren lyrics

[intro: hi+c]
and why? and why? (and why?)
(blood, darkness, come unto me)
(and why?) yuh (and why?) pourin’ act
(and why?) yuh, yuh, yuh

[chorus: hi+c]
pull up in a foreign
pull up with a bad b+tch, she foreign
bad lil’ b+tch wanna f+ck till the mornin’
bad lil’ b+tch wanna f+ck till the mornin’
f+ckin’ that ho and she not important
lightskin bih like london, lauren
stay stay f+ckin’ bad hoes, tourin’
she throwin’ ass, i had to record it
[verse 1: hi+c]
foreign b+tches, ho imported
bad lil’ b+tch wanna f+ck till the mornin’
bad lil’ b+tch wanna f+ck till the mornin’
f+ck a bad b+tch but it’s not important
f+ck a bad b+tch, she jacked and gorgeous
crush up a pill and then she snort it
sippin’ hi+tech, it got me snorin’
you got drop, lil’ n+gga, pour it
thumbing through blues (thumbing through blues)
thumbing through blues
i’ma cash out just to flex on you
drop top porsche, this sh+t all new
who these n+ggas? i don’t got no clue
bad yellow b+tch like sailor moon
pourin’ hi+tech inside of her moon
make the wrong move, we steppin’ on you
two door coupe, watch me drop the roof
pull up on you, pull up with your boo
and her best friend wanna get in too
leave a f+ck n+gga in my rear view

[hook: hi+c]
yah, twin glocks
shooting sh+t like [?]
yuh, break the rules, yah
we gon’ stomp, yah
queen of the d+mned, pouring blood across your face
say you want this drip, it’s gon’ cost you
twin glocks, pop a n+gga like a collar
yuh, yuh
[chorus: hi+c]
pull up in a foreign
pull up wit’ a bad b+tch, she foreign
bad lil’ b+tch wanna f+ck till the mornin’
bad lil’ b+tch wanna f+ck till the mornin’
f+ckin’ that ho and she not important
lightskin bih like london, lauren
stay stay f+ckin’ bad hoes, tourin’
she throwin’ ass, i had to record it

[bridge: hi+c]
bad lil’ b+tch wanna f+ck till the mornin’
bad lil’ b+tch wanna f+ck till the mornin’
bad lil’ b+tch wanna f+ck till the mornin’
bad lil’ b+tch wanna f+ck till the mornin’
bad lil’ b+tch wanna f+ck till the mornin’
bad lil’ b+tch wanna f+ck till the mornin’
bad lil’ b+tch wanna f+ck till the mornin’
pop a bean, b+tch, i can f+ck till the mornin’

[verse 2: diamondsonmyd+ck]
d+mn, break it up [?], i’m pouring up some
i cast a love spell, then take that ho mind
hit yo b+tch from the back, i break that ho spine
smoking that gas, lil’ b+tch, it’s too fire
i pull up in coupe, the door suicide
i hop out wit’ slatt, you know you get slimed
i would f+ck yo b+tch, but i had no time (slatt)
what these f+ck n+gga be thinking?
blood diamonds talkin’ right on my pinky
smoking that [?] pack, she gonna be reeking
she givin’ me brain, this lil’ b+tch a g+nius
i hop out that foreign, we pull up in prius
so much gun smoke, i can’t even see sh+t
beefin’ over hoes, these n+ggas be tweaking
pouring up slime, it’s green when i’m peeing
pretty boy demon, just like human being
take that lil’ b+tch soul, it’s demon season
d+ck in her stomach, got yo lil’ b+tch wheezing
super saiyan k!ller [?]
i don’t drink [?] demon blood, i’m leaning

- king cobra hi c lyrics

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