No Emotionzzz

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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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Duration
03:07
Key
1
Tempo
168 BPM

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