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king cobra hi-c - rank3+#punchout!(speedbuster) lyrics

[intro: sylvia christel, travis touchdown & hi+c]
do you like fighting?
yup
do you like k!lling?
live for it
do you like fear?
can’t say, never felt it (go, go)
do you accept death? (go, go)
death? never crossed my mind (go, go)
(heaven or h+ll, let’s rock)
yeah, hi+c, b+tch (go, go, go)

[verse 1]
ksubis cost like three hundred
the b.b. belt cost like three hundred (go)
bape camo cost like five hundred (go)
dior shoes six hundred (what else?)
the styrofoam cup cost me a few hundred (what else?)
vivienne chain like fifteen [?] (woah)
finna hit melrosе in a two+door [?] (what else?)
finna f+ck up a check right now likе, “f+ck it”
blowing up my phone, lil’ b+tch, no comment
you ain’t talking ’bout bands, gotta change the subject
b+tches love hi+c, i’m a trending topic
f+cking on his ho, no repercussions
in this ho, i feel like [?]
but i didn’t pay sh+t ’cause my lil’ bro punched it
lot of drip on me, i need a bucket (what else?)
i was at the mall getting top in public
f+cking on her friend before we leave
[?] when she suck it (d+mn)
say you want smoke, n+gga, how you want it? (d+mn)
big glock on me so it might get ugly (woah)
blow his brains like a volcanic eruption (woah)
and the hollow tips stay hot like ovens
on the russian cream with the zaza stuffing (go)
n+gga popped them beans, get his heart rate pumping
designer fit but it look so grungy
in the amg, told lil’ bro punch it (go, go)
b+tches don’t want you ’cause they know you bummy (go)
b+tches want hi+c but i want these hundreds (go, go)
[?], why’d you still cuff it? (go)
finna put this d+ck in her throat and stomach (go, go)
running through these hoes ’cause they go for nothing (go)
got the icecream kicks in every color (go)
and the two+door coupe strawberry jam (go)
interior is peanut better (go)
i’m superior, b+tch, there’s no other (go)
let me hit that spot and make you shudder (go)
gonna f+ck his ho, he won’t recover (go)
[?] in that porsche, n+gga, burning rubber (go)
[chorus]
let’s punch out, let’s punch out
let’s punch out (let’s punch out), go, go
let’s punch out (let’s punch out), let’s punch out (let’s punch out)
let’s punch out, go, go

[verse 2]
f+ck n+gga say he want smoke, i’m like, “let’s punch out” (what? let’s punch out)
pull off in a two+door coupe, i’m like, “let’s punch out” (go, let’s punch out)
in the mall with them bands on me, i’m like, “let’s punch out” (b+tch, let’s punch out)
let’s punch out (let’s punch out), let’s punch out (let’s punch out)
let’s punch out
punch out in two+door [?] (go)
pull up [?], i’m like, “let’s punch out” (go, go)
f+cking hoes, pretty boy [?]
bad b+tch brought her friend, she a real throat goddess (go)
i’ma f+ck her too, baby, let’s be honest (go)
i’ma punch it out while you [?] (go)
v12 engine sound like a lion (go)
n+ggas old as f+ck, had a mid+life crisis (go)
on a eighth of shrooms, my senses heightened (go)
got a big ass chop, could cut down a giant (go)
you a p+ssy boy, you a walking v+g+n+ (go)
when i punch you down you might start crying (go)
backwood full of gas and it’s loud like sirens (go)
okay, let’s punch out (go, let’s punch out)
[chorus]
let’s punch out, let’s punch out (go)
let’s punch out (go), go, go
let’s punch out (go), let’s punch out (go)
let’s punch out (let’s punch out), go, go
let’s punch out (let’s punch out), let’s punch out (let’s punch out)
let’s punch out (let’s punch out), go, go (let’s punch out)
go, go, let’s punch out (go, go, let’s punch out)
go, go, go, go (b+tch)

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