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hi-c - bl33d1ng luv lyrics

[intro]
pourin’ up that hi_tech, my cup bleeding love
f_ck her best friend, “hi_c, boy, what have you done?” (violence, it’s who i am)
i was getting brain in a range rover truck
my life is a nightmare and i can’t wake up (l_l_l3ft 4 d3ad mixtape)
chrome hearts on my t_shirt, and my jeans roarguns
i might f_ck that n_gga main b_tch just because (no one can stop me)
baby told me that she hate who i become
if you knew the old me, you’d hate who i was
yuh, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh
oh_oh_oh, oh_oh_oh
oh_oh_oh (oh, oh)
oh_oh_oh (oh, oh)
(there’s no turning back)
woah_oh_oh_oh, oh
oh, oh, oh_oh, oh (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
(blood, darkness, come unto me)

[verse]
gt 500 shifting gears
car take off, watch it disappear
cup full of blood, pourin’ bl__dy tears
i was way too geeked up to steer
bad ass bih’ wanna f_ck my peers
two bad hoеs, and they say they queer (i bathe in your putrid blood)
bring your friеnd, bro, we can share
say it’s love, but i’m not sincere
where i go, they stop and stare
blood stains on my mike amir’s
punch a fanboy out, he was acting weird
bl__dy knuckle spikes n_gga flesh get pierced
two of them, baby, don’t come near
chain light up like solar flare
f_ck his main b_tch, he was unaware
hit from the back, then pull her hair
f_ck n_gga, they just don’t compare
i f_ck hoes in pairs (bloodbath)
i walk inna mall
mike amir’s, copped every pair
zombies in the dark nodding off cry of fear
h_llcat demon sp_wn, gt with exhaust
snipe him from afar, make his brain do somersault
armor on my c_ck, b_tch, h_ll no, can’t f_ck you raw
chop, rip him apart, turn his face to bl__dy glob (time to die)
got a main b_tch and a gumar
put a big ass hole in a moolinyan
pouring up blood like alucard
two twin desserts, flip the car
i was on shrooms with a hippie hoe like midsumar
chainsaw on my chopper just like gears of war
red_eye demon, nine_tailed fox
high speed chase, gotta avoid the cops
twin glock knock him out his socks
f_ck boy, don’t get launched
b_tch, tell me, how many rappers did you f_ck?
b_tch, tell me, how many rappers did you suck? (die)
pourin’ up that hi_tech, woke up bleeding love
f_ck her best friend, “hi_c boy, what have you done?”
i was getting brain in a range rover truck
my life is a nightmare and i can’t wake up
chrome hearts on my t_shirt and my jeans roarguns
i might f_ck that n_gga main b_tch just because
baby told me that she hate who i become
if you knew the old me, you’d know who i was
[outro]
oh_oh_oh, oh_oh
oh_oh, oh (this is too easy)
oh_oh_oh, oh_oh
oh_oh, oh

- hi c lyrics

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