Текст пісні No Emotionzzz - Hi-C

No Emotionzzz

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 ho, when she gone, no, I won’t miss
Ice on my wrist and it shine like a glow stick
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 moving in slow motion
Bitch, I’m cold as ice, yeah, my heart is so frozen
Pretty Boy Demon, I don’t have no emotions
Shine like a star, know your lil' bitch notice (Hello)
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 stroking
Crying blood tears as she standing in the ocean
Surfing on the clouds, off the drink, got me floating
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 ho, when she gone, no, I won’t miss (おかえり)
Ice on my wrist and it shine like a glow stick
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 about 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 rocking out, finna fuck on a bad bitch
Hi-C, I can’t fuck if that ho 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 (All dogs go to heaven)
Bad yellow bitch, yeah, she pretty but she devilish (She pretty but she
devilish)
Hoes in my DMs, she get can’t help but get jealous (Can't help but get jealous)
Hit him with the chop, make him dance just like Elvis (Dance just like Elvis)
Blowing up my phone, no, I didn’t get your message (Didn't get your message)
Hit it from the back, took her soul, leave her breathless
Off some grams of shrooms, in my stomach digesting
I be 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 your ass a lesson
Niggas hate Hi-C, but I don’t feel contested
Hi-C rocking out, baby, I’m a living legend
Hi-C, I’m that nigga at the moment
Baby, I don’t have no emotions
Emotions, have no emotions (Bloodbath)
Bitch, bitch, bitch
RCB, man, you already know what it is
Yung hi c, bitch
Rock out shit, nigga, rockstar shit
Pretty Demon Rockstar, nigga
Vampire Gang
Let’s go
Nah, I’m playing