Parti Hrd
She heard about Hi-C, she know I party hard (Hi-C)
She heard about Hi-C, she know that I'm a star
I want a foreign bitch, I want a foreign car
I fucked her like a demon off a molly shard
Like a spaceship, watch a nigga lift off
High on that dope, kickin' shit like a kickoff
Baby put my dick to her lips like some lip gloss
Let her wrap her lips 'round my head 'til her lips lock
In that fast lane, you can watch a nigga drift off
Lil' bitch want Hi-C 'cause I'm a big dog
Yeah, my niggas trade hoes, yeah, we like to switch off
Flexin' on these niggas, I can see why they pissed off
Steppin' on the scene, shinin' hard like a Gohan
In the fast lane, nigga, I ain't wastin' no time
Yeah, I got the juice, yeah, I got what your ho like
And that nigga tryna find out what her throat like
Told her hit her knees, give me neck like a bow tie
Money on my mind but I stay on your ho mind
Married to the money, I'm attached like a soul tie
Back in the days power puffs had me so high (Hi-C)
Sugar, spice, everything nice, had me in the sky
Nigga, you a lame, I could tell you the ho type (Bitch)
And I'm too juiced, fuck your bitch, make her cry time
Hi-C glowed up, now you niggas getting outshined
Hi-C, I'm the truth, nigga, I ain't telling no lies
Hi-C, I can't keep a ho, nigga, I don't know why
Tell my why my old shit better than y'all new shit
Been had the juice, nigga, I don't gotta prove shit
Running up a check, only thing on my to do list
I was tryna turn LSD into blue strips
Fucking on that ho then I had to let the crew hit
You know how I'm rocking, bro, you know how I'm moving
Niggas tryna study all my moves like a moves list
Came with the juice, now these hoes goin' stupid
She said, "Hi-C, yeah, you think that you all that"
If I don't got the juice, bitch, then tell me what you call that
Blowing up my phone, I was too high to call back
Bitch hit her knees, give me neck 'til she whiplash (Go, go)
I was tripping balls off the shrooms, almost car crashed
Rainbow Roadin' ass car going too fast
Buying what I want, I ain't tryna check the price tag (Nope)
Tryna blow cash, ain't no bitch that I can't bag (Nope)
Buying what I want, I ain't tryna check the price tag (No)
Tryna blow cash, ain't no bitch that I can't bag (No)
She heard about Hi-C, she know I party hard
She heard about Hi-C, she know that I'm a star
I want a foreign bitch, I want a foreign car
I fucked her like a demon off a molly shard
She heard about Hi-C, she know that I'm a star
I want a foreign bitch, I want a foreign car
I fucked her like a demon off a molly shard
Like a spaceship, watch a nigga lift off
High on that dope, kickin' shit like a kickoff
Baby put my dick to her lips like some lip gloss
Let her wrap her lips 'round my head 'til her lips lock
In that fast lane, you can watch a nigga drift off
Lil' bitch want Hi-C 'cause I'm a big dog
Yeah, my niggas trade hoes, yeah, we like to switch off
Flexin' on these niggas, I can see why they pissed off
Steppin' on the scene, shinin' hard like a Gohan
In the fast lane, nigga, I ain't wastin' no time
Yeah, I got the juice, yeah, I got what your ho like
And that nigga tryna find out what her throat like
Told her hit her knees, give me neck like a bow tie
Money on my mind but I stay on your ho mind
Married to the money, I'm attached like a soul tie
Back in the days power puffs had me so high (Hi-C)
Sugar, spice, everything nice, had me in the sky
Nigga, you a lame, I could tell you the ho type (Bitch)
And I'm too juiced, fuck your bitch, make her cry time
Hi-C glowed up, now you niggas getting outshined
Hi-C, I'm the truth, nigga, I ain't telling no lies
Hi-C, I can't keep a ho, nigga, I don't know why
Tell my why my old shit better than y'all new shit
Been had the juice, nigga, I don't gotta prove shit
Running up a check, only thing on my to do list
I was tryna turn LSD into blue strips
Fucking on that ho then I had to let the crew hit
You know how I'm rocking, bro, you know how I'm moving
Niggas tryna study all my moves like a moves list
Came with the juice, now these hoes goin' stupid
She said, "Hi-C, yeah, you think that you all that"
If I don't got the juice, bitch, then tell me what you call that
Blowing up my phone, I was too high to call back
Bitch hit her knees, give me neck 'til she whiplash (Go, go)
I was tripping balls off the shrooms, almost car crashed
Rainbow Roadin' ass car going too fast
Buying what I want, I ain't tryna check the price tag (Nope)
Tryna blow cash, ain't no bitch that I can't bag (Nope)
Buying what I want, I ain't tryna check the price tag (No)
Tryna blow cash, ain't no bitch that I can't bag (No)
She heard about Hi-C, she know I party hard
She heard about Hi-C, she know that I'm a star
I want a foreign bitch, I want a foreign car
I fucked her like a demon off a molly shard
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Writer(s): Vampire Glo Shit
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