Correction Paroles C0rps3P@rti par Hi-C

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Ain't nobody, nobody f**k with my kitchen
Shroomie Ps, OMG, mail 'em out, ship 'em
Green face Audemars, Omnitrix, Ben 10
Zombies, ghouls, henchmen, leave his brains missing

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Hi-C, man
Yeah
Hi-C, b*t*h
Hi-C Touchdown
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Get ready to die)

Can't f**k with no b*t*h if she listen to me
Been f**king 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, know it's hollow like bleach
Money and sex, b*t*h, that's all that I need
Hysteric [?] and Vivienne  tees
House in the hills full of models and freaks
We knock 'em all down and we make 'em all eat
F**king this ho but I'm out of her league
My gun futuristic, just like Halo Reach
These n***as on Reddit, they funny to me
I see 'em in person, they running from me
I got a bad b*t*h getting blunted with me
I gotta get high with the Za in the leaf
Geeking on shrooms, I put shrooms in the tea
Astronaut status, get booted with me
All these dead faces, it's a corpse party
On a dirtbike doing wheelies like Meek
Okay, lil' n***a, let's race on the street
She told me she killing herself if I cheat
She lied, cheat on that b*t*h and that b*t*h didn't die
Cheat on that b*t*h and that b*t*h still alive
Blew up my phone and I never replied
Pouring blood, vampire knight
High as a satellite
She f**k 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, b*t*h, suck on mine
B*t*h, you cannot be mine
My b*t*h the bougie type
My neck and wrist on ice
I'm who these b*t*hes like
Balenci bloody spikes
Look like a porcupine
She said Hi-C divine
Shrooms in the smoothie nice
Wrist glow like candlelights (Ma**acre)
Two-door Porsche, bloody horse, V12, lane switching
Spin his block, hurricane, Tokyo drifting
Bloody fangs, double cup, bloody red crimson
Japanese NUMBER (N)INEs, Vivienne vintage
Geeked on the shrooms at a anime convention
Geeked in the Wraith getting brain from a vixen
Bad foreign b*t*h and she yellow like a minion
B*t*h sucked the soul out my d**k 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 f**k with my kitchen
Shroomie Ps, OMG, mail 'em out, ship 'em
Green face Audemars, Omnitrix, Ben 10
Zombies, ghouls, henchmen, leave his brains missing
Switching lanes, two-door Porsche with the brains missing
NUMBER (N)INEs Japanese, I put cake in them
Acid tab on my tongue 'til my brain's liquid
F**k his b*t*h from the back, f**k his main senseless
Toxic as f**k but she think she can fix him
F**k all her friends when that X in my system
She like, "Wow," diamonds blaow, neck and wrist glisten
N***as lame as a b*t*h, we cannot kick it
Yeah
Hi-C, man, V@st0@l0rd, Hi-C, b*t*h
Yung Hi-C rock out, you already know (Bloodbath)
Hi-C Touchdown, you know what I'm saying
All that sh*t [?]
Vampire glo sh*t, b*t*h, all that sh*t, f**k n***a
Yeah, yeah

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