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Hi-C - No Emotionzzz lyrics

Artist: Hi-C

album: Pretty Demon Rokkstarzzz


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'

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