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lirik lagu m0lliwh0pin xd (bay area freeverse) – king cobra hi c

[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

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