​​splinter cell lyrics

[Hook: Hi-C]
Runnin' up a check, you know I'm money fiending
Runnin'- Runnin' up a check, you know I'm money fiending
Ru-Ru-Runnin' up a check, you know I'm money fiending (Yuh)
Baby, I'm a cobra so I'm venom bleeding (Cobra)
They like "Damn, C.BOOGIE, why you always leaning?" (Why, why?)
Sit down on the couch, feel like I'm 'bout to sink in (Yuh, yuh)

[Intro: Hi-C]
Ayy what's up man, CA$HED COHBRUHZ CEO YUNG HIGH-CEE in this b*tch, man
CA$HED COHBRUHZ in this b*tch, man
Cobra, cobra, cobra, cobra, yah (Shoutout ICEY TRVP RECORD$$, bruh)
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Chorus: Hi-C]
Running up a check, b*tch, I'm money fiending (Yuh, yah)
Baby, I'm a cobra so I'm venom bleeding (Yah, yah)
They like "Damn, C.BOOGIE, why you always leaning?" (Why, why)
Sit down on the couch, feel like I'm 'bout to sink in (Yah, yah)
Runnin' up a check, you know I'm money fiending (Yah, yah)
Baby, I'm a cobra so I'm venom bleeding (Cobra)
They like "Damn, C.BOOGIE, why you always leaning?" (Why, why)
Sit down on the couch, feel like I'm 'bout to sink in (Yah, yah)

[Verse 1: Hi-C]
I don't play for Kansas, bro, but I be chiefin' (Yah, yah)
She gave me her heart, I ripped that sh*t to pieces (Yah, yah)
b*tch, I'm blowing gas, b*tch, I'm smoking nitrous (Smoking nitrous)
Got my eyes tight like Social Collisions
Buddha in the pockets of my True Religions (Wow, wow)
Splinter Cell, shawty, when I'm on a mission (Pew pew pew)
Rolling on that molly, chilling with some b*tches (Yah, yah)
Bro, lay off the K 'cause lately you been tripping, yeah
Drop the Xan' in lean like the free throw, b*tch (Yah yah)
And if she ain't tryna f*ck then what she here for, b*tch?
Girls gone wild, Skype call, watching two hoes kiss
Told that young ho to keep it on the d-low, b*tch (Yuh)
Drop the Xan' in lean like the free throw, b*tch (Cobras, Cobras)
And if you ain't tryna f*ck then what ya here for, b*tch?
Girls gone wild, Skype call, watching two hoes kiss
Told that young ho to keep it on the down-low, b*tch
[Verse 2: Diamondsonmydi*k]
f*cking on yo' mama, demon b*tch in all-black Hummer
Just a ugly-ass n*gga, always kept that sh*t three hunnid
I came in like Marcus Vick, demon b*tch suck my di*k
Iced out coupe, iced out crib
Pint of lean straight to my ribs
Lonely trap soldier, all-pink Rover
Ugly, C.BOOGIE, lil' diamonds on her pus*y
Boof pack on my b*tch, couple Xans got me woozy
Pulled up, iced-out whip, drop the top, pop your coofie

[Outro: Diamondsonmydi*k & Hi-C]
Ayy
Man, skrrt
(Know what I'm saying, triple 4, triple 7, man)
(ICEY TRVP RECORD$$, man)
Ayy, it's Hi-C man you listening to DJ SKREWFACE on the muhf*ckin' 1s and 2s man, shoutout to the Virus Crew
It's too easy
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