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Lyrics

[Intro: Hi-C] These bitches suckin' and fuckin' Goddamn, these bitches disgustin' I keep a Glock for the tough kids Just cock it and up it and bust it (Fuck you!) I walk in Saks with the Neimans I spend that check like it's nothin' High-fashion, Rick Owens shawty (L3Ft 4 D3aD Mixtape) All of these hoes in here fuckin' Hi-C, どうもありがとう Boot up like Mister Roboto We pullin' up in big bodies Benz crawlin' on Forgiatos House full of hoes like a brothel Pass that ho tell my hermano Fuckin' a pretty cubano Kick shit like Cristian' Ronaldo (This is too easy) (Heaven or Hell, let's rock) [Chorus: Lil Yawh] I'm flyin' so high, they can't catch me To prove why I don't do attachment That's why I don't do demandin' That's why I havе to abandon That's why I get to the bandys That's why I get to thе bandwidth That's why I can't fuck with lame-ies Monkey see, monkey bananas That's why all I see is bandos Bandos make shit open up I know Bandos make 'em close it up I got bandos, I'm finna pull some more Bandos, and bandos, and bandos I took a flight, saw some camels I took a flight, saw Four Seasons I took a flight from Los Angeles [Verse: Hi-C] Porsche parked outside the function Sittin' on spurs like Tim Duncan Back of the club gettin' blunted Bitch, I'm way too high to function Twenty's and fifty's and hunnids I can't put nothin' above it Vivienne necklace is flooded Whip out my dick and she suck it She pop a bean and get slutty I beat it up like a bully Cuffin' that bitch, you a dummy Hi-C, bitch, I'm way too gully Gettin' brain from a snowbunny She sniff coke 'til her nose bloody I put that dick in her tummy I pass that bitch to my buddies These bitches suckin' and fuckin' Goddamn, these bitches disgustin' I keep a Glock for the tough kids Just cock it and up it and bust it I'm walk in Saks with the Neimans I spend that shit like it's nothin' High-fashion, Rick Owens shawty All of these hoes in here fuckin' Hi-C, どうもありがとう Boot up like Mister Roboto We pullin' up in big bodies Benz crawlin' on Forgiatos House full of hoes like a brothel Pass that ho tell my hermano Fuckin' a pretty cubano Kick shit like Cristian' Ronaldo She got some big mommy milkers Come here, bitch, give me some milky That bitch so smooth and so silky She give me head in a Bentley We ridin' 'round with a semi Told that fuck nigga, ''Come get me'' Bitch, it's not on me, it's in me Fuckin' on hoes, I got plenty [Chorus: Lil Yawh] I'm flyin' so high, they can't catch me To prove why I don't do attachment That's why I don't do demandin' That's why I have to abandon That's why I get to the bandys That's why I get to the bandwidth That's why I can't fuck with lame-ies Monkey see, monkey bananas That's why all I see is bandos Bandos make shit open up I know bandos make 'em close it up I got bandos, I'm finna pull some more Bandos and bandos and bandos I took a flight, saw some camels I took a flight, saw Four Seasons I took a flight from Los Angeles [Outro] (Hurts, doesn't it?)