CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Malice@doll
Shop 'til I drop, I don't care, I just buy it
Shopping sprees, everything on me high-end
Japanese, Number (N)ine my attire (Heaven or Hell)
Put a blade on the chop, Michael Myers (Let's rock)
Yeah, yung hi c, man (Offer your soul)
Yeah, oh (There's no turning back)
Yeah, Hi-C Touchdown, b*t*h
Yeah
Geeked on the shrooms, damn, I can't lift my eyelids (Hello, hello, hello, Hi-C Touchdown, b*t*h, feel me)
Geeked on the shrooms, damn, I can't lift my eyelids (Bloodbath)
Hi-Tech splash in the Sprite, got me violent
Stars in the watch and the chain and they vibrant
Vampire night, double cup, blood inside it
Stars in the watch and they shining the brightest
Stars in the chain and they flash just like lightning
B*t*h took a look at my neck and was blinded
Can't f**k that b*t*h if that b*t*h not the finest
Cursed, I might swerve through these hoes like Poseidon
Shrooms by the pound, they the same color, violets
Eighth of the shrooms make me feel so enlightened
Peek on the shrooms, now I'm third eye, Osiris
Stars in the belt and they shine like Orion
Back of the club with a bad b*t*h beside him
Deuce of the lean in the sprite, I combine it
B*t*h get her knees, give me brain like a psychic
Top hella good, understood the a**ignment
B*t*h eat the d**k 'til she choke, need to Heimlich
Gas have my b*t*h brainwashed, Jedi mind tricks
Can't trust a b*t*h 'cause these hoes so conniving
Car drive itself, I'm too f**ked up to drive it
Push-start the whip, gettin' head while I'm driving
Chop with a sight, this the same sh*t from Skyrim
Chop fill his chest full of holes, baseball size-ish
Shop 'til I drop, I don't care, I just buy it (Okay)
Shopping sprees, everything on the high-end (Okay)
Japanese, Number (N)ine my attire (Okay)
Put a blade on the chop, Michael Myers
I don't think you can get high as I is
Took a blunt and I filled it with spices
Put a scope on my chop and I snipe them
Twin Glocks, shoot it out, Time Crisis
Malice doll, t**s and a** made of plastic
Bentley truck, and it crawl like arachnid
Hi-C been getting guap from his tactics
Lil' bro, you is not in my bracket
Gel tabs, hell yeah, b*t*h, I'm taxing
Everything that I rock is high fashion
Every b*t*h that I f**k above average
Stretched her out like she Mr. Fantastic, b*t*h
Yung hi c, man
Hi-C Touchdown, my n***a, you already know, b*t*h
Geeked on the shrooms, damn, I can't lift my eyelids
(Blood, darkness, come unto me)
Shopping sprees, everything on me high-end
Japanese, Number (N)ine my attire (Heaven or Hell)
Put a blade on the chop, Michael Myers (Let's rock)
Yeah, yung hi c, man (Offer your soul)
Yeah, oh (There's no turning back)
Yeah, Hi-C Touchdown, b*t*h
Yeah
Geeked on the shrooms, damn, I can't lift my eyelids (Hello, hello, hello, Hi-C Touchdown, b*t*h, feel me)
Geeked on the shrooms, damn, I can't lift my eyelids (Bloodbath)
Hi-Tech splash in the Sprite, got me violent
Stars in the watch and the chain and they vibrant
Vampire night, double cup, blood inside it
Stars in the watch and they shining the brightest
Stars in the chain and they flash just like lightning
B*t*h took a look at my neck and was blinded
Can't f**k that b*t*h if that b*t*h not the finest
Cursed, I might swerve through these hoes like Poseidon
Shrooms by the pound, they the same color, violets
Eighth of the shrooms make me feel so enlightened
Peek on the shrooms, now I'm third eye, Osiris
Stars in the belt and they shine like Orion
Back of the club with a bad b*t*h beside him
Deuce of the lean in the sprite, I combine it
B*t*h get her knees, give me brain like a psychic
Top hella good, understood the a**ignment
B*t*h eat the d**k 'til she choke, need to Heimlich
Gas have my b*t*h brainwashed, Jedi mind tricks
Can't trust a b*t*h 'cause these hoes so conniving
Car drive itself, I'm too f**ked up to drive it
Push-start the whip, gettin' head while I'm driving
Chop with a sight, this the same sh*t from Skyrim
Chop fill his chest full of holes, baseball size-ish
Shop 'til I drop, I don't care, I just buy it (Okay)
Shopping sprees, everything on the high-end (Okay)
Japanese, Number (N)ine my attire (Okay)
Put a blade on the chop, Michael Myers
I don't think you can get high as I is
Took a blunt and I filled it with spices
Put a scope on my chop and I snipe them
Twin Glocks, shoot it out, Time Crisis
Malice doll, t**s and a** made of plastic
Bentley truck, and it crawl like arachnid
Hi-C been getting guap from his tactics
Lil' bro, you is not in my bracket
Gel tabs, hell yeah, b*t*h, I'm taxing
Everything that I rock is high fashion
Every b*t*h that I f**k above average
Stretched her out like she Mr. Fantastic, b*t*h
Yung hi c, man
Hi-C Touchdown, my n***a, you already know, b*t*h
Geeked on the shrooms, damn, I can't lift my eyelids
(Blood, darkness, come unto me)
