Lyrics Elfen Lied 222 - Hi-C

Elfen Lied 222

Hook:
Fuck it let’s do it
These niggas on cap on these keyboards
In the party hoe, got the shrooms in a Jansport
In the push start what the fuck I need a key for
Hi-C powered up thats what the fuck I put the beam for
Tell me why these niggas talkin tough in they tweets for
All these rap niggas love to cap on these beats for
Hi-C why you always mix the shrooms with the lean for
Geeks spilled the juice on my jeans and my sneaks for
Hi-C tell me what you fucked the girl of my dreams for
Got her sucking dick on her knees till her knees sore
M’s on my brain give me brain while I brainstorm
Let her talk to gang on live and press record
Why I let my nuts hang ten on her chin like
If that bitch a 10 bring a friend, bring like 3 or more
10 on the gram but in person she a 3 or 4
Baby you ain’t ever met a nigga like me before
We ain’t even cut so what the fuck she losing sleep for
Why she let me shove it in her guts like a skateboard
I don’t need Chanel double C’s just to lean pour
Just to hold them sheets while I rock designer jeans for
Spendin addiction while louis V and dior
Seeing premonition from shrooms let me eat more
Visions of me hunnid on the dash in a two door
If I crash, then my brains splashed on the dashboard
In a V12 bitch it sound like a beast roar
Let her talk to gang, kick her out like the landlord
Vacusealed packs through the mail what them beats for
12 at the front then I’m flash thru the backdoor
Stuffed his face flat, that’s what I’m in the party deep for
Stomp a nigga out thats why his blood on my sneaks for
Niggas in my lane but they need to take a detour
Just like Taco bell feeding shells like a seashore
And I’m still with L you would think I was in death note
Mask on my face call me Hi-C mysterio
Dick down her throat kick that bitch out like vamonos
Yeen tryna fuck on the gang bitch adios
Underneath a spell now her face gettin supersoaked
She my Ariel got her wetter than a mermaid
Hi-C I’m the heavy weight
In the YSL I surpassed him in everyway
Just gettin hipped to the wave bitch you very late
All these little niggas trappin now but they used to skate
Bitches know I keep pussy on me just like a filet
Hi-Tec boostin out my boy just like gatorade
We be passin hoes back and forth like she on a swing