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Hi-C - Corpse Party şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Hi-C

albüm: V@st0@L0rd333


Nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen
Shroomie Ps, OMG, mail 'em out, ship them (no)
Green face Audemars, Omnitrix, Ben 10 (no)
Zombies, ghouls, henchmen (Heaven or Hell, yeah)
Leave his brains missing (let's rock, yeah)
(Hi-C)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yung Hi-C, man (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hi-C Touchdown (woah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (get ready to die)
Can't fuck with no bitch if she listen to me
Been fucking my fans, I know all of 'em treesh
She giving me brain on the ecstasy geek
My gang full of vamps on that molly, no sleep
Full-throttle the whip, spill the Wock' on the seats
My bro got a chop and it's taller than me
Hole in his chest, now it's hollow like Bleach
Money and sex, bitch, that's all that I need
Hysteric black bottles and Vivienne tees
House in the hills full of models and freaks
We knock 'em all down and we make 'em all eat
Fucking this hoe but I'm out of her league
My gun futuristic just like Halo Reach
These niggas on Reddit, they funny to me (yeah)
I see 'em in person, they running from me
I got a bad bitch getting blunted with me
I gotta get high with the Za in the leaf
Geeking on shrooms, I put shrooms in the tea (yeah)
Astronaut status, get booted with me (yeah)
All these dead faces, it's a Corpse Party (yeah)
House of the Dead, thumbing through zombies
On a dirtbike doing wheelies like Meek
Okay, lil' nigga, let's race on the street
She told me she killing herself if I cheat
She lied, cheat on that bitch and that bitch didn't die
Cheat on that bitch and that bitch still alive
Blew up my phone and I never replied
With fears and lies
Pouring blood, vampire knight
High as a satellite
She fuck on all the guys
Vivienne, check the price
My jeans is Number (N)ine
My T-shirt Calvin Klein
Tote choppers, Counter-Strike (kill)
I'm getting some head tonight
Deepthroat, bitch, suck on mine (yeah)
Bitch, you cannot be mine
My bitch the bougie type
My neck and wrist on ice
I'm who these bitches like (yeah)
Balenci' bloody spikes
Look like a porcupine
She said Hi-C divine
Shrooms in the smoothie nice
I bought you steak and rice
Wrist glow like candlelight (massacre)
Two-door Porsche, bloody horse, V12, lane switching
Spin his block, hurricane, Tokyo drifting (go, go)
Bloody fangs, double cup, bloody red crimson (go, go)
Japanese Number (N)ine's, Vivienne vintage
Geeked on the shrooms at a anime convention
Geeked in the Wraith getting brain from a vixen (go, go)
Bad foreign bitch and she yellow like a minion (yeah, go)
Bitch suck the soul out my dick like a whippet
Entanglement with a MILF, Jada Pinkett
Racks in my jeans, damn, my bankroll is endless
Soul Calibur on the chop just like Siegfried
Fall to his knees, make him beg for forgiveness
Ain't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen
Shroomie Ps, OMG, mail 'em out, ship them (no)
Green face Audemars, Omnitrix, Ben 10 (no)
Zombies, ghouls, henchmen
Leave his brains missing (yeah, yeah)
Switching lanes, two-door Porsche with the brains missing
Number (N)ine's Japanese, I put cake in them
Acid tab on my tongue 'til my brain's liquid
Fuck his bitch from the back, fuck his main senseless
Toxic as fuck but she think she can fix him
Fuck all her friends when that x in my system
She like, "Wow," diamonds blaow, neck and wrist glisten (yeah)
Niggas lame as a bitch, we cannot kick it (no)
Yeah
Yung Hi-C, bruh, you already know (bloodbath)
Hi-C Touchdown, nigga, know what I'm saying? (yeah)
All that shit, nigga, furry king, nigga
Yeah, vampire glow shit, bitch, all that shit, fuck nigga
Yeah, yeah

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