Correction Paroles OMG! par Hi-C

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Yeah (Yeah)
Starstruck, spaceship just landed
Glock Cyclops laser cannon
C*ck back once then you blam it
Surf's up, b*t*h, watch me hang ten
I’m your favorite rapper's favorite
Surf's up, Hi Tech oasis
And I’m off the [?]
That wood filled with Jamaican
Ship bags across the nation
She just want her picture taken
I just want her to strip naked
Hi-C got a reputation
Everything I rock the latest
Got swag for sale, okay then
Put it on the scale and weigh it

(Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, hello)
Yeah (Yeah, hello)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Louis V bags, tats so hard (Heaven or Hell, let's rock)
Stand on my racks, got me ten feet tall
B*t*hes on my d**k, I can't f**k them all
When they see me, hoes like, "Oh my God"
Yeah, oh my God, every song I make her favorite one
Yeah, oh my God, this a sneaky link, don't tell no one

Yeah, oh my God, X pill, pop one, need a pick-me-up
Yeah, oh my God, pull up on your b*t*h in a Bentley truck
Yeah (Yeah), I could knock up any b*t*h I want
Yeah (Yeah), let her sniff cocaine 'til her face go numb
We was just two deep but the sticks on us
X Man, cyclops out a laser gun
Louis belt, Louis bag, Louis kicks on us
All designer fashion fits on us
Gotta keep the baddest b*t*h on us
And the whip is fast and furious
Turn to a [?] on the Tesla [?]
Racks in my jeans, pockets so grotesque
Yellow diamonds on me, princess cuts
Put my neck and wrist on nebula
Arch your back and let me beat it up
D**k inside her throat, let her catch a nut
Yeah, oh my God, Hysteric fashion, Ricks on us
Yeah, oh my God, let a bad b*t*h give me cranium
Yeah, oh my God, n***as mad as hell at me for what?
Yeah, oh my God, n***as mad because we ran it up
Yeah (Yeah), eat a baggie full of shrooms for lunch
Yeah (Yeah), all these drugs'll have you geeked for months
Yeah (Yeah), starstruck, spaceship just landed
Glock Cyclops laser cannon
C*ck back once then you blam it
Surf's up, b*t*h, watch me hang ten
I'm your favorite rapper’s favorite
Surf’s up, Hi-Tech oasis
And I'm off the [?]
That wood filled with Jamaican
Ship bags across the nation
She just want her picture taken
I just want her to strip naked
Hi-C got a reputation
Everything I rock the latest
Got swag for sale, okay then
Put it on the scale and weigh it
Louis V bags, tats so hard
Stand on my racks, got me ten feet tall
B*t*hes on my d**k, I can’t f**k them all
When they see me, hoes like, "Oh my God"
Yeah, oh my God, every song I make her favorite one
Yeah, oh my God, this a sneaky link, don't tell no one (おかえり)

Yeah, oh my God, never seen no sh*t like this before
V12 coupe, hear the engine roar
Bloody Porsche, that's a bloody horse
In a Hellcat Demon, devil horns
Hysteric fashion uniform
Panameric Porsche, pedal to the floor
F**k her on a pill, my final form
Yeah, oh my God, lil' bro got the GLOCK nine, bullets pour
Yeah, oh my God, hollows burst through his chest like a xenomorph
Yeah, oh my God, yeah, oh my God
Melrose, cash out in every store
Pop designer tags, Christian Dior
Yeah, oh my God, yeah, oh my God
Tell her bring her friend, need every w****
Pikachu yellow diamond, lightning storm
Yeah, oh my God, yeah, yeah, oh my God (Yeah)
Oh my God (Yeah), oh my God

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