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king cobra hi c - m0lliwh0pin xd (bay area freeverse) lyrics

[verse]
vampire gang
b+tch, tell ’em what my name is (b+tch)
just got some wock, n+gga (go, go)
shoutout to yo’ main b+tch (go, go)
shoutouts to the pack, d+mn, hi+c been on his bay sh+t (yah)
i’m rollin’ on that thizz, d+mn, i’m on my mac dre sh+t (yah)
yeah, i’m rockin’ at a show, i got these b+tches going ape sh+t (go)
yo’ b+tch, she tryna f+ck, i told her, “send me the location” (i’m on my way)
dismissed her
lsd on my tongue made my brain glitch
i’m mixing shrooms with lean, it got me on a different wavelength
(v+v+vampire gang)
need to pop a b+tch, i can’t f+ck her if she basic (d+mn)
post her on the ‘gram, i know she just tryna get famous (h+ll nah)
i’m tryna run it up, i know my n+ggas on the same sh+t
(heaven or h+ll, let’s rock!)
dye my dreads blonde, d+mn, hi+c went super saiyan (power up)
you talking ’bout them bands, now you tryna speak my language
need fifteen for a show, five hundred for a placement (b+tch)
it’s mister bl++dy nikes leaving prints on the pavement (d+mn)
(blood rain boys)
knock that b+tch n+gga out, d+mn, i got that n+gga blanking (go, go, go)
bl++dy ass sprite, that’s what the f+ck a n+gga drankin’
(bloodbath!)
bad foreign b+tch, that’s my asian persuasion (b+tch, b+tch)
it’s 120 for the gram, b+tch, it’s no negotiation (h+ll nah)
b+tches h+lla down bad suckin’ d+ck for that k sniff (d+mn)
what’s up with these fans?
man, these n+ggas on that strange sh+t (what the f+ck?)
i’m on twitter runnin’ wild with these fake allegations
a lotta n+ggas switched up
man, these n+ggas on that fake sh+t
talkin’ down on hi+c, i’ma curse him like a [?]
lil’ bro used to skate, now this n+gga catchin’ cases (d+mn)
lil’ n+gga fresh out still ridin’ with that stainless
coolin’ with my big bro and you know they on the same sh+t
all my n+ggas either rap, trap, scam, or they take sh+t
(blood, darkness, come unto me!)
b+tch
ain’t no b+tch that i can’t hit
hit my shot at every bad b+tch
i know, d+mn, i can’t brick
pretty ass [?], that’s who i’m cooling on the beach with
man, she dropped a point of molly in a voss and told me, “drink this”
a lotta p+ssies hating on the gang, tell ’em, “eat d+ck”
p+ssy n+gga, suck my d+ck, [?] main b+tch [?]
tryna get clout with that weak ass [?] sh+t (quit that sh+t)
made yo’ rent in three days, spent it on a outfit (p+ssy)
these p+ssy n+ggas mad ’cause i glowed up
got the pair of ice creams out the ice cream truck (yeah)
put that drank on freeze, hi+tech bl++dy red slush (for real)
v+12, orange dodge with the cherry red guts
pretty boy hi+c, make yo’ main b+tch blush
f+cking all these n+ggas hoes, prolly why they hate us (wow)
f+cking with a broke n+gga then she finally gave up (d+mn)
went and f+cked the whole gang and that n+gga still cuffed (dude)
in the party ten deep in case a p+ssy tryna run up
pouring bl++dy red sprite, d+mn, i’m pouring blood puddles (yeah)
n+ggas tryna read the play like we standing in a huddle (go, go)
i can throw yo’ ass a play but lil’ n+gga, don’t fumble (go, go)
runnin’ up these bands, b+tch, i’m flexing like a muscle (go, go)
give yo’ b+tch backshots, pull her hair like rapunzel (go, go)
f+ck yo’ b+tch in a pit, now that n+gga is a cuckold (go, go)
b+tch brain so good, make a n+gga legs buckle (p+ssy)
ksubi jeans, baby, simons belt buckle (b+tch)
bro toting glock 9’s, b+tch, i’m not tryna tussle
told that b+tch we can f+ck but i’m not tryna cuddle (no)
i’ma talk then leave a b+tch heart in pieces like a puzzle

- king cobra hi c lyrics

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