Ascolta 'No Emotionzzz' di Hi-C

No Emotionzzz

Hi-C

Hip-Hop/Rap

2.043 Shazams

Testi

Bad yellow bitch throw it back, get to strokin' Crying blood and tears as she standin' in the ocean Surfing on the clouds, off the drank, got me floatin' Bitches on my dick 'cause I ball like DeRozan Bag full of gas like a bouquet of roses Tabs on my tongue, bitch I'm juiced up, high voltage Fuck on that hoe, when she gone, no, I won't miss Ice on my wrist and it shine like a glowstick Ayy At the moment Hi-C, I'm that nigga at the moment (Heaven or Hell? Let's rock!) Hi-C, I'm that nigga at the moment Hi-Tech splash got me movin' in slow-motion Bitch I'm cold inside, yeah, my heart is so frozen Pretty Boy Demon, I don't have no emotions (Hello) Shine like a star, know yo' lil' bitch notice Bitches on my dick, I'm the one, bitch I'm chosen In the party, pistol on my waist, fully loaded Bring out them racks, finna have these niggas so sick Bad yellow bitch throw it back, get to strokin' Crying blood and tears as she standin' in the ocean Surfing on the clouds off the drank, got me floatin' Bitches on my dick 'cause I ball like DeRozan Bag full of gas like a bouquet of roses Tabs on my tongue, bitch I'm juiced up, high voltage Fuck on that hoe, when she gone, no, I won't miss Ice on my wrist and it shine like a glowstick Dead presidents and the hoes that I ghosted Spirits float around in my room, I feel haunted See it in your eyes, baby girl, I know you want it If it's 'bout the racks, hell yeah, bitch I'm on it Wanna be a star? Baby, lights, camera, action Hit it from the back, stretch her out like elastic I be rockin' out, finna fuck on a bad bitch Hi-C, I can't fuck if that hoe not the baddest This shit off the top, no I don't need to practice That bitch like a blunt, hit her once then I pass it In a Hellcat, yeah, that bitch go the fastest Married to the racks, it's a fatal attraction She say I'm a dog, but all dogs go to heaven Bad yellow bitch, yeah, she pretty but she devilish Hoes in my DM, she can't help but get jealous Hit 'em with the chop, make 'em dance just like Elvis Blowin' up my phone, no I didn't get your message Hit her from the back, take her soul, leave her breathless Off some grams of shrooms, in my stomach digestin' I been on her mind, in her dreams like Inception She know I'm the one, baby girl, I'm perfection Hi-C broke her heart, don't know what she expected I'ma get rich, swear to God it was destined School of finesse, I can teach yo' ass a lesson Niggas hate Hi-C, but I don't feel contested Hi-C rockin' out, baby I'm a living legend Hi-C, I'm that nigga at the moment Baby, I don't have no emotions Emotions, yeah, no emotions (Bloodbath!) Bitch, bitch, bitch RCB man, y'all already know what it is Young Hi-C, bitch Rockout shit, nigga, rockstar shit Pretty Demon Rockstar, nigga Vampire Gang Let's go! Nah, I'm playin'
Writer(s): Christian Shaw Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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